The Humourous Poetry of the English Language

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"Bless railroads everywhere,"
I said, "and the world's advance;
Bless every railroad share
In Italy, Ireland, France,
For never a beggar need now despair,
And every rogue has a chance."
LETTER
FROM MR. HOSEA BIGLOW TO THE HON. J. T. BUCKINGHAM, EDITOR OF THE
BOSTON COURIER, COVERING A LETTER FROM MR. B. SAWIN, PRIVATE IN
THE
MASSACHUSETTS REGIMENT IN MEXICO.
JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL.
Mister Buckinum, the follerin Billet was writ hum by a Yung feller of
Our town that wuz cussed fool enuff to goe atrottin inter Miss Chiff
arter a Drum and fife. It ain't Nater for a feller to let on that he's
sick o' any bizness that He went intu off his own free will and a Cord,
but I rather callate he's middlin tired o' voluntearin By this Time. I
bleeve u may put dependunts on his statemence. For I never heered
nothin bad on him let Alone his havin what Parson Wilbur cals a
PONGSHONG for cocktales, and he ses it wuz a soshiashun of idees sot
him agoin arter the Crootin Sargient cos he wore a cocktale onto his
hat.
his Folks gin the letter to me and I shew it to parson Wilbur and he
ses it oughter Bee printed, send It to mister Buckinum, ses he, I don't
ollers agree with him, ses he, but by Time, says he, I DU like a feller
that ain't a Feared.
I have intusspussed a Few refleckshuns hear and thair. We're kind o'
Prest with Hayin.
Ewers respecfly
HOSEA BIGLOW.
This kind o' sogerin' aint a mite like our October trainin',