How  came  dat  fence  so  nice  and  handy  dar?"

Like  one  who  in  the  mud  is  tightly  stuck,

Or  one  nonplussed,  astonished,  thunderstruck.
The  preacher  looked  severely  on  the  pews.
And  rubbed  his  hair  to  know  what  words  to  use:

"  Bredren,"  said  he,  **  dis  word  I  hab  to  say;

De  preacher  can't  be  bothered  in  dis  way;

For,  if  he  is,  it's  jest  as  like  as  not,

Our  whole  theology  will  be  upsot."

Unknown.
TRXJE  TO  POLL

Pll  sing  you  a  song,  not  very  long.
But  the  story  somewhat  new.
Of  William  Kidd,  who,  whatever  he  did,

To  his  Poll  was  always  true.
ITc  sailed  away  in  a  galliant  ship

From  the  port  of  old  Brhlol,

And  the  last  words  he  uttered.
As  his  hankercher  he  fluttered,
Were,  "  My  heart  is  true  to  Poll."


His  heart  was  true  to  Poll,
His  heart  was  true  to  Poll,
It's  no  matter  what  you  do
If  your  heart  be  only  true:
And  his  heart  vfos  true  to  Poll.
276  Satire

'Twas  a  wreck.    William^  on  shore  he  swam,

And  lookecL about  for  an  inn;
When  a  noble  savage  lady,  of  a  color  rather  shady.
Came  up  with  a  kind  of  grin :
''  Oh»  marry  me,  and  a  king  you'll  be,
And  in  a  palace  loll;

Or  we'll  eat  you  willy-nilly."
So  he  gave  his  hand,  did  Billy,
But  his  heart  was  true  to  Poll.
Away  a  twelvemonth  sped,  and  a  happy  life  he  led

As  the  King  of  the  Kikeryboos;
His  paint  was  red  and  yellar,  and  he  used  a  big  umbrella,

And  he  wore  a  pair  of  OYer-shoes;
He'd  corals  and  knives,  and  twenty-six  wives.
Whose  beauties  I  cannot  here  extol;
One  day  they  alf  revolted.
