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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=413296" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>How Deacon Fry Bought A Duchess</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">It sorter skeer'd the neighbours round,<br>For of all the 'tarnal set thet clutches<br>Their dollars firm, he wus the boss;<br>An' yet he went and byed a 'Duchess.'<br>I never will forget the day<br>He druv her from the city market;<br>I guess thar warn't more'n two<br>Thet stayed to hum thet day in Clarket.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And one of them wus Gran'pa Finch,<br>Who's bed-rid up to Spense's attic:<br>The other Aunt Mehitabel,<br>Whose jints and temper is rheumatic.<br>She said she 'guessed that Deacon Fry<br>Would some day see he'd done more fitter<br>To send his dollars savin' souls<br>Than waste 'em on a horn'd critter!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We all turn'd out at Pewse's store,<br>The last one jest inside the village;<br>The Jedge he even chanc'd along,<br>And so did good old Elder Millage.<br>We sot around on kegs and planks,<br>And on the fence we loung'd precarious;<br>The Elder felt to speak a word,<br>And sed his thoughts wus very various.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He sed the Deacon call'd to mind<br>The blessed patriarchs and their cattle;<br>'To whose herds cum a great increase<br>When they in furrin parts did settle.'<br>We nodded all our skulls at this,<br>But Argue Bill he rapped his crutches;<br>Sed he, 'I guess they never paid<br>Five hundred dollars for a 'Duchess.''</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Bill and the Elder allers froze<br>To subjects sorter disputatious,<br>So on the 'lasses keg they sot,<br>And had an argue fair and spacious.<br>Good land! when Solon cum in sight,<br>By lawyer Smithett's row o' beeches;<br>His black span seemed to crawl along<br>Ez slow ez Dr. Jones's leeches.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sez Sister Fry, who was along,<br>'I sorter think my specs is muggy;<br>'But Solon started out from hum<br>'This mornin' in the new top buggy.<br>'Jeddiah rid old chestnut Jim,<br>'An' Sammy rid the roan filly;<br>'I told 'em when they started off<br>'It looked redikless, soft and silly,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'To see three able-bodied men<br>'An' four stout horses drive one critter;<br>'O land o' song! will some one look?<br>'From hed to foot I'm in a twitter.'<br>Wal, up we swarm'd on Pewse's fence,<br>And Bill he histed on his crutches;<br>We all was curus to behold<br>The Deac's five hundred dollar 'Duchess.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I've heerd filosofurs declar,<br>This life be's kind o' snarly jinted;<br>And every human standin' thar<br>Felt sorter gin'ral disappointed.<br>What sort o' crazy animile<br>Hed got the Deacon in its clutches?<br>They cum along in spankin' style--<br>Old Solon and his sons and 'Duchess.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her heels wus up, her hed wus down,<br>An or'nary cross-gritted critter<br>As ever browsed around the town,<br>And kept the women folks a-twitter,<br>A-boostin' up the garding rails,<br>And browsin' on the factory bleachin',<br>And kickin' up the milkin' pails:<br>Bill he riz up, ez true ez preachin'.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sez he, excited like, 'I'll 'low,<br>To swaller both these here old crutches-<br>Ef thet ain't Farmer Slyby's cow,<br>Old Bossie turn'd inter a 'Duchess!'<br>Wal,'twus k'rect! The Deacon swore<br>Some hefty swars and sot the clutches<br>Of law to work; but seed no more<br>The chap thet sold him thet thar 'Duchess.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Isabella+Valancy+Crawford">Isabella Valancy Crawford</a><div class=q>
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For of all the 'tarnal set thet clutches
Their dollars firm, he wus the boss;
An' yet he went and byed a 'Duchess.'
I never will forget the day
He druv her from the city market;
I guess thar warn't more'n tw..."></div>
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