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By E. M. Richards. The 9th Congressional District. May it be repre- 

 sented with as much integrity, abilit)', and eloquence in the next Congress 

 as in tlie last. 



Bij a Guest. Good Taste, the result of cultivation both in mind and mat- 

 ter. We here taste the <inud fruits produced by good taste. 



By B. V. French. Judge Buel, of Albany. Tlie Patron and Pattern of 

 Agriculture and Horticulture. His Practice is Scientific, and tiis Science is 

 Practical. 



By G. C. Barrett. Hon. J. Loicell. The Promoter and Benefactor of the 

 great interests oT .Agriculture and Horticulture. 



The President having retired, Zehedee Cook, Jr. Esq. the 1st Vice-Presi- 

 dent, after remarking <>n the services rendered to the Society by Gen. Dear- 

 born, concluded will) a sentiment, e.xpressive of the high and grateful sense 

 he entertained of the President's talents, untiring zeal and devotion to the 

 interests of the association, which met with a cordial response from all 

 present. 



LOVES OF BETSEY BUCKWHEAT AND SIMON SPARROW- 

 GRASS. 



Written for the occasion by H. J. Finn, Esq. and sung by him. 

 When Dr. Darwin ruled the taste of folks with rod despotic, 

 He sung the loves of all the plants, both native and exotic ; 

 I mean to say he thought he did, but he forgot, alas ! 

 The loves of Betsey Buckwheat, and one Simon Sparrowgrass. 



A culinary maid was she, and he a man herbaceous. 

 " O, lauk a daisy," he exclaimed, and she "my goody gracious." 

 He took his bread and cheese with her, also a little shrub, 

 And after killing Caterpillars, swallowed down his Grub. 



This Simon he was very thin, though thick with Bet, by gosh, 

 For he was like a Parsnip long, and she a Summer Squash ; 

 He called her his sweet sugar Pea — dwarf marrowfat I ween — 

 For love had in his head and heart — his poll and kidney-been. 



His jacket soined in patches, was n't worth a single shilling. 

 His pantaloons were full of holes — of course were made o? drilling ; 

 She thought he looked like scurvy-grass, and it was most distressing, 

 Said she " you know I think a Goose, is nothing without dressing." 



His love was deeply rooted — so he thought he'd stir his stumps, 

 And as his mouth did water, why, he bought a pair of pumps; 

 A reddish coat he got cut out, with turn-up collar juttings, 

 And so love apples he did mean to propagate by cuttings. 



Her peepers were Black Hamburghs, and she sharpened all his sighs ; 

 When Cupid plants his round and grape, they're shoots from female eyes. 

 While Simon was a raking, little Cupid often laughed, 

 To think how Betty Buckwheat soon, would rake him fore and aft. 



