outen de ground, he spies round arter it to 'posite de eggs o' destruction. Now, de worms produced from de horn-blower ob de month o' June, hab no 'ticular quality to nourish de body or sharpen de 'stinctions ob de animals what eat 'em; but de worm -produced from de horn-blower, produced from de 'bacca plant itself, am a different kind o' worm, and de mos' 'cidedly different o' 'fects am produced on de animals what eat 'em. In a few days de worms am growed to a size almost as big as your finger, and done chawed a pound ob de nasty green 'bacca. Now, here am dese insec's by de tens o' thousands, eatin' away on de plant and on de hopes ob de planter; and while eatin' and 'gestin' dar food da inakes a great noise, so dat de tarkey am 'tracted to de spot by de sound. He eats a great number ob de worms; and when his craw 'pears jes like it's gwine to bust, he sets right into killin' de worms and tossin' 'em on de ground, jes like he does it for spite, till de ground am most kivered wid de 'funcked carcasses. Dis am de greatest kind o' 'musement for de young tarkeys, and da soon comes mos' 'normous fond ob de sport. Each season dar am two gluts o' worms, 'nominated de fust and second glut, and dis has bin de case eber sense de 'Postle Paul went sailin' up and down in the 'pelago ob Greece, and 'sputin' wid de King o''Grippa.

De second glut am always bound to be on hand in de dog-days, jes at dis time o' year; and if you's mind to go down to my patch, I'll pint out to de wisdom ob dis 'liberative body de 'culiar worm ob de second glut, dat 'parts wisdom to de tarkey what eats 'em. As soon, darfore, as a tarkey gets his supper on de second glut o' worms provided de dog-days are gwine on at de same time, dat same tarkey am made wise by de flavor ob de worms-his wings 'come strong and ready to fly; and soon as a varmint comes spyin' round, he takes to his heels and flies right up a tree. You all know, darfore, dat all de tarkeys, bofe old and young, hab tasted de second glut in dog-days; and it is manifest to dis 'gust body o' liberators, dat when a varmint come arter de flock o' tarkeys, da all gwine to fly up trees."

What happened in the further deliberations of the council during the whole night-in the discovery and bringing home of the flock next morning, long after sunrise-in the trial of delinquents before Washington, and in the application of the subject by Scomberry, will fill a volume for the future. Suffice it to say, that the flock was recovered with the loss of four only of its members.

In Scomberry's third speech before the assembled wisdom of Mount Vernon, on the subject of the loss of the turkeys, he recit ed a poem-for he was a poet as well as a philosopher-and we quote as follows:

"I'se gwine to 'ply de auger as in de days ob ole,

And froo de mighty future I'se gwine to bore a hole;

An ax ole Time to 'form me how things am gwine to stand,

In all de mighty future o' 'Lumbia's happy land.

I'se gwine to 'larm de sleepers dat swarm de shores o' time,
And wake up ebry nigger dis side o' Afric's clime;
I'se gwine to show de sleepers dat suore late in de morn,
Jes how da's bin a snorin', wid tarkeys all done gone.

"I went to Alexandria quite late one arternoon,

And counted on returnin' jes 'fore de set o' moon ;
I stepped into de tabern jes arter candle-light,
Jes like I gwine to ax 'em for lodgin' for de night;
One fellow say, here, nigger, come, take a glass o' rum,
For why you stand dar gazin' jes like you's deaf and dumb?

I stepped up to de counter-dere sot a bottle full

I did not 'pear much bashful, but took a 'normous pull;

I soon felt right for chattin' and wid de men sot down;

Who said, we's from de army dat's close to Bostin town;
We's agents for de lottery ob dese United States,
And peddles round de tickets at 'commodatin' rates.
I jes pulled out my money, but wasn't gwine to buy;
But offered half a dollar, my fortin jes to try;
Says he, I specs you's groggy-O, dat's not gwine to do :
You must be 'normous skittish, or stingy like a Jew :
Jes hand me dat five dollars you's holdin' in dat paw,
And here's de lucky ticket what will ten thousand draw.
I handed him de money jes for de fear o' scorn,

And jumped right up next mornin, wid tarkeys all done gone.
Whene'er I sees men blowin' jes about dar putty face,
And braggin' 'bout dar runnin' ob de gymnasty race;
Dar gwine to be 'cumsissled and lose as sure's you born,
And wake up late some mornin', wid tarkeys all done gone.

An if he 'gins to snore at night widout fust lookin' round,
To lock his hen and meat house, and let loose ebry hound,
Nex mornin' he'll come spyin' round wid basket full o' corn,
But drap de basket, cryin,' my turkeys all done gone.
And robbers ob de hen roost what spy all round o' nights,
Am bound to spy de sheriff, and see some shockin' sights;
Aud march down to de jail house, quite early in de morn,
Look froo de iron windows wid tarkeys all done gone.

"I pauses here to 'mind you ob poor old Cesar Corn,
Who was, wid one exception, de best old nigger born,
I'll tell you dat exception, a few words am de sum,
He went to Fairfax court house, and died o' drinkin' rum.
One day young Cesar, junior, his only lubly son,

Rode down to town a horse-back to hab a little fun,
He went into the tabern, called for a quart o' rum,

De landlord said, you's hard, sar, jes like a stump o' gum;
But out he fotch de liquor, jes in a quart tin cup-
And said, you aint, sar, is you, now gwine to drink dat up?
Young Cesar, like a sabbage, his hat tossed on de floor,
Dat's jes what killed my father, said he, and made him poor,
Ise bound to hab revenge, sar, jes 'fore I leaves dis town,
And grabbin' at de quart cup, de rum he swallowed down.
Den right home in a gallop went junior Cesar Corn,
But waked up dead nex mornin' wid tarkeys all done gone.

"A fop jes goes out sparkin' wid hair all round his mouf,
And passes 'mong de ladies, a planter from de Souf;
O my! says one, he's charmin,' he's lubly, and he's rich;
I'll jes fro down dis sewin,' widout another stitch,
And polish up my beauty, and to de party go;
I'll gib dis world, for sartin, to catch a wealthy beau,
I lubs dat smoove muffstasher, dat rollin' sparklin' eye,
And what is more de beauty, he moves in circles high.
She locks her arm in hisen, and gaily trots along,

Jes happy as de huntsman, what sings de huntsman's song.
But soon she wakes some mornin' all covered o'er wid smut,
And wise as de young tarkey what eat de second glut.

"I holds a sheet o' paper jes 'fore dis candle light,
You sees it widout blemish, so stainless, pure and white,
Jes tech it to dat candle, or black it gin dat pot,
Or take dat pen up yonder, and on it make a blot,
Den you can rub and rub it, or scrape it wid your knife,
But you aint gwine to 'rase it, or clean it, save your life.
But you may keep on rubbin,' and scrapin' till you's riled,
But neber can restore it-de sheet o' paper's spiled,
And worthless for de writer, and worse for printin' on,
And frow'd among de rubbish, jes till its old and gone.
I warns dat fair young lady, what 'herits a fair name,
To sharply watch her actions for fear she'll sile her fame,
For if her fair character should eber get a stain,

Jes like dat sheet 'o paper, it can't come white again,
But frow'd back 'mongst de rubbish her foolishness to mourn,
She'll wake up ebry mornin' wid tarkeys all done gone.

"Now when you sees a people rebellin' gin all rule,
And 'spoundin' constitutions, and kickin' like de mule,
Den on 'em come de ruin, destruction fierce and sad,-
Jes 'fore de gods destroy us da gwine to make us mad,
And all de politicians are gwine to bump dar head,
And up will rise de people, and kill false leaders dead,
And hurl 'em down from power to livin' in a hut,
As wise as half-grown tarkeys what eat de second glut.
De persons dats 'bovementioned who try to be so great,
And 'tempt a rebolution, and seize de cheer ob state,
Will wake at eve, I augers, or very late next morn,
And cry, by de ole Jupiter! my tarkeys all done gone.

"Jes see dat red nose tippler, ob 'ciety de scum,

Dat has no brains outsiden his little jug o' rum,

Now hiccup says he-hiccup-dis country's gone 'stray,
De wise men ob dis nation am all done lost de

way.

Now hiccup-come here—hiccup-come take jes one more dram,
Dis-hiccup-constitution am all a-hiccup-sham.

Ise for a constitution dat's-hiccup-just and strong,
I finds de 'mortal sages ob eighty-seven wrong.

Now down to town comes ridin' de haughty demagogue, And says to hisself, musin,' "dat fool am full o' grog. "But free-fourths ob de voters am like dat drunken shoat, "And yet dis constitution allows sich trash to vote,

"His jug o' rum cost sixpence, his coat 'bout half a crown,
"We'll set the poor fools fitin' and pull dar wages down;
"I owns a thousand acres and 'bout a hundred slaves,
"And yet I has but one vote jes like dese drunken knaves
"Dat's bound to get in office and make dis nation's laws,
"Den we rich, proud old rusty crats must shake dar dirty paws.
"I swears by de ole Jupiter, dis business neber do,

"For by dis constitution the poor might get rich too.
"We'll start a war for freedom, and at the flag will scoff,
"And under dis pretention we'll kill the poor trash off."
But traitors neber flourish in 'Lumbia's happy land,
But treason's gwine to perish by its own bloody hand,
And stumble gin de saw log and be in sunder sawn,
Or tumble o'er de mill-dam, wid tarkeys all done gone.