Above or below, or within or without,- But the Deacon swore (as Deacons do, It should be so built that it couldn' break daown: Is only jest To make that place uz strong uz the rest.” So the Deacon inquired of the village folk And the wedges flew from between their lips, Thoroughbrace bison skin, thick and wide; Found in the pit when the tanner died. That was the way "he put her through." "There!" said the Deacon, "naow she'll dew!" Do! I tell you, I rather guess She was a wonder, and nothing less! Colts grew horses, beards turned gray, Deacon and deaconess dropped away, Children and grandchildren — where were they? The Deacon's Masterpiece strong and sound. Wakes on the morn of its hundredth year Take it. You're welcome. -No extra charge., FIRST OF NOVEMBER, -the Earthquake day.There are traces of age in the one-hoss shay, A general flavor of mild decay, But nothing local, as one may say. There couldn't be,- for the Deacon's art Had made it so like in every part That there wasn't a chance for one to start. For the wheels were just as strong as the thills, First of November, 'Fifty-five! Drawn by a rat-tailed, ewe-necked bay. "Huddup!" said the parson. - Off went they. The parson was working his Sunday's text,Had got to fifthly, and stopped perplexed |