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The llgbtQlng yields to man's cotltr61. 



To further hie desires, 

 And sends bis telegrams abroad 



On telegraphic wires. 

 We've telephones and microphones 



So sensitive to sound. 

 That we can hear the step of flies 



When crawling 'round and 'round. 

 The doctors take to pieces, men, 



vvbat nature lacks supplies, 

 False legs, and arms, and hands, adjust, 



And if they need, glass eyes. 

 Is time a coming when if man 



Should cnance to lose his head, 

 They'll make complete, and fit to him, 



A wooden one instead? 

 And warrant It. through life, to suit, 



Be free from acnes and pains, 

 And grow nice, curly locks of hair. 



And stock it well with brains ? 

 Too many ladies have their faults. 



So much that's false they wear, 

 False color on their pallid cheeks. 



False bosoms, teeth and hair. 

 And down in old Connecticut 



Where clams and oysters breed. 

 They've tip-top wo«den nutmegs made. 



And bass-wood •• punkin" seed. 

 The time is coming, men will see 



I honestly declare, 

 Aerial ships with rapid speed 



A sailing through the air. 

 What is there Yankees can't invent ! * 



I verily believe 

 They'll conjuie up some strange device 



To help us eat and breathe. 

 Our country is a vast domain. 



Few nations will compare; 

 Fruits, grains and esculents abound, 



There's plenty everywhere. 

 From old Atlantic's stormy coast, 



The watchword, still, is on 

 To great and vast Pacific's slope. 



Where rolls the Oregon. 

 The broad Savannahs of the South 



With cane and cotton etrown, 

 O'er Texas range of fertile plains 



Vast herds of cattle roam. 

 In Mississippi's valley broad 



The rolling prairies spread, 

 Where cereals grow luxuriant 



For making beef and bread ; 

 Vast range of mountains, amply stocked 



With gold and silver oro. 

 Vast fields of coal, and oil from earth's 



Deep fouutaisB does outpour. 



The denizens of the hrihy de^ 



Large " schools " of fish maintain. 

 The *' codfish aristocracy " 



No cause have to complain. 

 From gold and silver platters let 



The purse-proud nabobb dine, 

 And from their crystal goolets, quaff 



Their whiskey and their wine. 

 There's nothing like the water bright. 



Plain food and Berkshire air. 

 To r.end rich blood through swelling veins, 



Our systems to repair. 

 In politics, we've run agi'ound. 



The people are afloat. 

 Should honest candidates be found 



For them don't fail to vote. 

 Choose men who engineer no rings, 



Are free from selfish flaws. 

 Men honest, staunch and tried, we need 



To make the nation's laws. 

 The politicians muddled are, 



And much vexation show. 

 For greenbacks some are clamoring loud. 



And some for hard-pan go. 

 There's too much wrangling for the spoils, 



That truth is very plain, 

 And oflice-seekers troubled, sore. 



With ofi&ce on the brain. 

 They get aboard the ship of State 



And fight through thick and thin. 

 And if by chance one gets kicked out. 



Another scrambles in. 

 High taxes and financial wrecks. 



They make the country reel, 

 It is high time the farmers put 



Their shoulders to the wheel; 

 More farmers choose to govern etate, 



And route each treacherous man, 

 And put us on a basis, where 



We can with safety stand. 

 But nothing should so interfere 



With business, farms require. 

 And such improvements, yearly made, 



AS men of taste admire. 

 Some neat aud tasty plot of ground 



Should mark each farmer's home, 

 Not like deep-shaded, dismal walks, 



Of ancient Greece and Rome. 

 And dwellings picturesque and neat, 



Out-buildings to conform, 

 And spacious barns, warm, snug, and nice, 



To shelter stock from storm. 

 Old worn-out farms, poor, hilly, rough. 



In Berkshire may be found ; 

 By men of nerve they'll be restored. 



And plenteoas cropB abound. 



