Widder Green's Last Words

" Ifm gotn' to Úie," says the Widder Green, " ViSa. goin' to qnit thifi airthly Bcene, It ain't no place for me to stay In stich a world as 'tis to-day, Siicli works and waya is too mucli for nic, Nobody eau 't Iet nobody be; The girls are flouuesd from top totoe, An' that's the huil e' wWrt they know ; The meu in inL& on bonds an' stocks, fve.Lin' 'and Bhootin' an' pickin' lock, 1 in real 'fraid I'Jl be hanged myself, Ef I aiu't laid on my final shelf. ïhere ain't a ereeter but bnows to-day I never was a lunatic anyway. But, since crazy folks all g"o fr?1?, I'na dreadful afrald thöyll nang p me. There8 matter Ihat's peBky hard- I cdn'l gö ínto a neighbor'e yard lo say ■ How be yon ?' or borrow a pin, Uut what the paper'll have it in : ' Were pleased to say the Widder Green Took dinner on Tuesday ith Mra. Keene ;' Or ' Our worthy friend, Mrs. Green, has goce To Barkhamstcad to see her pon. Great Jerusalem I Gan't i stil' Without a raisin sotne feller'e fur 7 TUere aint tiö privaoy- so to éay- No ttioro thán H "tlits wás tho jndgment ctóy, And as for meptin' - I want to swer Whenever I put my heád in t'Aere - Why, even 'Óld Httndred's apiled and one Like everythiïig else under the Bun ; It ued lo be so solemn and Blow, rraise to the Lord f rom men belnw - Now it Roea like a gallopin' steer; High diddle diddle ! there and here. No respect to the Lord above, No mor'n ef he was a hand and rIovo Witk all the oreatures he ever made, And all the jigs that evfir was played Preachin', too- but hefR lüa dumb, But 111 teil you what ! I'd like it soïüe Kf goont old Parson Nathan Strong Out o' hís grave woitlü come aloñg An' eive us a stirriïi' taste o' ure- Judgment and juMitfe is tey deêire. 'Taiu't al' love ao sickish sweet That inaben tliis world nor t'other complete. But, law! I'dbetterbe dead When the vorld's a turnin' over my head ; Sperits talkin' like tarnal fools, Bibles kicked out o' deestrict scIiooIb; Crazy creeturs a murderin' round- Honest folks better be under ground. So, f are ye well! thie airthly scène Won't uo more be pestered by Widder Green,-'