men striking for bear, wen they ort to hav bean handin warter to won another. I felt my deuty to argy the pint, which I trust will be apruved, and wile we were cussin and discussin the fire got a hed that defide all our unitted pours to subdo. To confess the fax, the fire inguns ware all lokt up in a stabble with a shy key that had lost itself the day before, and was not to be had wen we wantid to lay hands on it. Not that we could have wurked the inguns if they had faverd with their presens, for want of hands. Evvery boddy had run so offen at the allarm bell that they got noboddy to go in there steed. It was an hawful site; the devowring ellemint swallerd won thing after another as sune as cotched, and rushed along roring with friteful violins. Were the finger of Providins is the hand as does we must not arrange it, but as the him says, "we must submit and humbel Bee." Heavin direx the winds, and not us. As it blue towards the sow the piggry sune cotchd, and that cotchd the foul housis, and then the barn cotchd with all the straw, and the granery cotched next, witch it wood not have dun if we had puld down the Cow Hous that stud between. That was all the cotching, excep the hay-stax, from Jenkins runnin about with a flamin tale to his smoak-frock. At last, by a blessin, when there was no moor to burn it was got under and squentched itself, prays be given without loss of lif or lim. Another comfit is all bein inshured in the Sun, enuff to kiver it; and I shud hop they will not refus to make gud on the ground that it was dun wilful by our hone ax and deeds. But fire officis are sumtimes verry unlibberal, and will ketch hold of a burning straw, and if fax were put on their oths I couldn't deni a bundil of rags, matchis, candel ends, and other combustibils pokt into the faggits, and then litin up with my hone hand. Tim will sho. In the meenwhile I am consienshusly easy, it was dun for the best, though turned out for the wust, and am gratifid to reflect that I hav omitted nothin, but have scruppleusly fulfild evvery particler of yure honner's instruxions, and in hap of approval of the saim, await the faver of furthir commands, and am, Honnerd Sur Jacob, Your humbel, faithful, and obedient Servint, A TALE OF A TRUMPET. “Old woman, old woman, will you go a-shearing? Of all old women hard of hearing, OLD BALLAD The deafest, sure, was Dame Eleanor Spearing! Two flaps there grew, That served for a pair of gold rings to go through, But for any purpose of ears in a parley, They heard no more than ears of barley. No hint was needed from D. E. F. You saw in her face that the woman was deaf: A look that said in a silent way, "Who? and What? and How? and Eh? And well she might! for each auricular Ears that might serve her now and then As extempore racks for an idle pen; Or to hang with hoops from jewellers' shops Or, provided the owner so inclined, Ears to stick a blister behind ; They might as well, for any such wish, Have been butter'd, done brown, and laid in a dish! She was deaf as a post,-as said before- She was deaf as a house-which modern tricks She was deaf as a nut-for nuts, no doubt, Or the still-born figures of Madame Tussaud, For their ears, you know, are nothing but wax. She was deaf as the ducks that swam in the pond, And wouldn't listen to Mrs. Bond,— As deaf as any Frenchman appears, When he puts his shoulders into his ears; As deaf as dogs'-ears to Enfield's Speaker! She was deaf as any tradesman's dummy, She was deaf as a nail-that you cannot hammer Both Lindley and Murray, By having no ear for Music or Grammar! Deaf to sounds, as a ship out of soundings, In short, she was twice as deaf as Deaf Burke, To give the dunny organ a clearing, Could never have cured Dame Eleanor Spearing. Of course the loss was a great privation, As who wore silk? and who wore gingham? The wages per week of the Weavers and Skinners, And if the parlor of Mrs. O'Grady Had a wicked French print, or Death and the Lady? Did Snip and his wife continue to jangle? Had Mrs. Wilkinson sold her mangle? What liquor was drunk by Jones and Brown? If the Cobbler could read, and believed in the Pope? If the Snobbs had furnished their room up-stairs, Iron, wooden, and Staffordshire wares; And if they could muster a whole pair of bellows? In fact, she had much of the spirit that lies By courtesy called Statistical Fellows― A prying, spying, inquisitive clan, Who have gone upon much of the self-same plan, And after poking in pot and pan, And routing garments in want of stitches, Have ascertained that a working man Wears a pair and a quarter of average breeches! But this, alas! from her loss of hearing, "Twixt Mrs. O'Fie and Mrs. Au Fait That she couldn't audit the Gossips' accounts. |