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He took the paper, and I watched,

And saw him peep within;

At the first line he read, his face

Was all upon the grin.

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He read the next; the grin grew broad,

And shot from ear to ear;

He read the third; a chuckling noise
I now began to hear.

The fourth; he broke into a roar;

The fifth; his waistband split;

The sixth; he burst five buttons off,
And tumbled in a fit.

Ten days and nights, with sleepless eye,
I watched that wretched man,
And since, I never dare to write

As funny as I can.

THE HOT SEASON.

THE folks, that on the first of May
Wore winter-coats and hose,

Began to say, the first of June,

"Good Lord! how hot it grows."

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At last two Fahrenheits blew

And killed two children small,

And one barometer shot dead

A tutor with its ball!

Now all day long the locusts sang
Among the leafless trees;
Three new hotels warped inside out,

The pumps could only wheeze;
And ripe old wine, that twenty years
Had cobwebbed o'er in vain,

Came spouting through the rotten corks,

Like Joly's best Champagne!

The Worcester locomotives did
Their trip in half an hour;
The Lowell cars ran forty miles

Before they checked the power;
Roll brimstone soon became a drug,
And loco-focos fell;

All asked for ice, but everywhere
Saltpetre was to sell.

Plump men of mornings ordered tights,
But, ere the scorching noons,
Their candle-moulds had grown as loose

As Cossack pantaloons!

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If water they would choose;

A horse fell dead, he only left

Four red-hot, rusty shoes!

But soon the people could not bear

The slightest hint of fire;

Allusions to caloric drew

A flood of savage ire;

The leaves on heat were all torn out

From

every book at school,

And many blackguards kicked and caned,

Because they said, — “Keep cool!"

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The gas-light companies were mobbed,

The bakers all were shot,

The penny press began to talk

Of Lynching Doctor Nott; And all about the warehouse steps Were angry men in droves, Crashing and splintering through the doors.

To smash the patent stoves!

The abolition men and maids

Were tanned to such a hue,

You scarce could tell them from their friends,

Unless their eyes were blue;

And, when I left, society

Had burst its ancient guards,

And Brattle Street and Temple Place

Were interchanging cards!

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