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NEW ENGLAND FARMER 



MAKCH 15, lSa7. 



DRINKING SONG. 



By A MEMBER OF A TKMPKRANCE SOClETy, AS SUNG BY 

 MB SPRING, AT WATEKMAN's HALL 



Como, pass round the pai! boys, and givu it no quarter. 



Drink deep, and drink oft, and replenish your jugs, 

 Fill up, and I'l] give you a toast to 3'our water — 

 Tiie turncock forever I tli;it opens the plugs! 

 Then hey for a bucket, a bucket, a bucket. 



Then hey for a bucket filled up to the brim I 

 Or, best of all notions, let's have it by oceans. 

 With plenty of room for a sink or a swim ! 



Let topers of grape juice exultingly vapor. 

 But let us just whisper a word to the elves. 



We water roads, horses, silks, ribands, bank paper. 

 Plants, j'Oets and muses, and why not ourselves? 

 Then hey for a bucket, &c. 



The vintage they cry, think of Spain's and France's, 

 The jig-", the boleros, fandangos and jumps ; 



But water's the spring of all civilized dances. 

 We go to a ball not in bottles, hut pumps .' 

 Then hey for a bucket, ic. 



Let others of Dorchester quaff at their pleasure. 

 Or honor old Jleux with their thirsty regard— 



We'll drink Adam's ale, and we get it pool measure, 

 Or quaff heavy wet from the butt in the yard ! 

 Then hey for a bucket. 



Some flatter gin, brandy and rum on their merits. 

 Grog, punch and what not, that enliven a feast; 

 Tia true that they stir up the animal spirits, 

 , But may not an animal turn out a beast ' 

 Then hey for a bucket. 



The man of the ark, who continued our species. 

 He saved us by water — but as for the wine, 



We all know the figure, more sad than facetious. 

 He made them after tasting the juice of the vine. 

 Then hey for a bucket. 



in wine let a lover remember his jewel, 



And pledge her in bumpers fill'd brimming and oft ; 

 But when we can distinguish the kind from the cruel. 



And toast them in water, the hard or the soft. 

 Then hey for a bucket. 



Some cross'd in their passion can never o'erlook it, 



But lake to a pistol, a knife or a beam ; 

 While temperate swains are enabled to brook it, 



By the help of a little meandering stream. 

 Then hey fur a bucket. 



Should fortune dfminish or cash's sum total, 

 Deranging our wits aJid our private .iffairs, 



Though some in such cases would fly to the bottle. 

 Them's nothing like water for drowning our cares. 

 Then hey for a bucket. 



See drinkers of water, their wit's never lacking. 

 Direct as a railroad and smooth in their gaits ; 



But look at the bibb«rs ef wine, they go tacking. 



Like ships that have met a foul wind in the straights. 

 Then hey for a bucket. 



A fig then for burgundy, claret or mountain, 

 A few scanty glosses must limit your wish, 

 But he's the true toper that goes to the fountain. 

 The drinker that verily "drinks like a fish !" 

 Then hey for a bucket. 



Hood's Comic Jinnual. 



NEW ENGLAND FARMER. 



A VALUABI-E BOOK. 



Twice told Tales. — By Natlinniel Hawthorne. — 



Boston : American Stationers' Co., John B 



Russel. 1837. 



This is not only an entertaining, but a useful 

 book. It at once afTords innocent amusement, and 

 lias a tendency to cre.nte or awaken in the rising 

 generation, tliat spirit of patriotism and laudable 

 pnrtiality for tlie " land we live in," which is the 

 sina qua non as well of national prosperity, as of 

 national glory. The "Tales" are all, or nearly 

 rtil American. The seenery, actors, events, allu- 

 sions, '' facts, figures and fables," indicate a prac- 

 tised writer, entitled to rank with the most gifted 

 of the fraternity of American Authors. 



The style of Hawthorne has been compared by 

 one of our best critics, to that of Addison. It ap- 

 pears to us, like that of most writers of genius, 

 unique, and peculiar to his own literary piodnc- 

 tions. It is not so pompous, and elaborately 

 wrought as that of Johnson or Gibbon, nor is it 

 so familiar and abuost colloquial as tliat of Addi- 

 son and Swift. There is a sedate, quiet dignity 

 displayed in his diction, as remote from apparent 

 effort, as from carelessness. He is always siiffl- 

 ciently elevated, but never soars above his subject, 

 and his rule of composition appears to be to use 

 "proper words in proper places," according to 

 Swift's definition of perfection in style. 



As specimens of Mr Hawthorne's choice of sub- 

 jects and general manner of treating them, we 

 shall select some passages from the first tale, enti- 

 tled The Grey Champion : 



"There was once a time when New England 

 groaned under the actual pressure of heavier 

 wrongs than those threatened ones which brouglit 

 on the revolution. James 11, the bigoted succes- 

 sor of Charles the Voluptuous, had annulled the 

 charters of all the colonies, and sent a harsh and 

 unprincipled soldier to takeaway our liberties and 

 endanger our religion. The administration of Sir 

 Eduuind Andros lacked scarcely a single cliarac- 

 teristic of tyranny ; a Governor and Council hold- 

 ing office from the king, and wholly independent 

 of the country; laws made and taxes levied with- 

 out concurrence of the people, immediate, or by 

 their representatives ; the rights of private citi- 

 zens violated, and the titles of all lajided property 

 declared void ; the voice of complaint stifled by 

 restrictions on the press.; and finally, disaffection 

 overawed by the first band of mercenary troops 

 that ever inarched on our free soil. 



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" One afternoon in .^pril 1689, Sir Edmund An- 

 drosand his favorite conncillois, being warm with 

 wine, assembled the red-coats of the Governor's 

 Guard, and made their appearance in the streets 

 of Boston." » * # 



After describing many concomitant and pictur- 

 esque circumstances, the author contiiuics; 



" Oil! Lord of llo.sts," cried a voice among tlie 

 crowd, " jirovi.le a champion for thy people." 



"This ejaculation was louilly uttered, and ser- 

 ved as a herald's cry to introduce a remarkable 

 personage. The c'rowd had rolled back, and were 

 now huddled together nearly at the extremity of 

 the street, while the soldiers liad advanced no 

 more than a third of its length. The intervening 

 space was empty — a paved solitude, between lofty 

 edifices, \yhich threw almost a tw ilight shadow 



over it. Suddenly there was seen the figure of 

 an ancient man, who seemed to have emerged from 

 among the jieople, and was walking by himself 

 along the centre of the street to confront the arm- 

 ed band. He wore the old Puritan dress, a dark 

 cloak, and a steeple crowned hat, in the fashion of 

 at least fifty years before, with a heavy sword up- 

 on his thigh, but a staff in his hand, to assist the 

 tremulous gait of age." 



These isolated extracts will not convey an ade- 

 quate idea of the matter and manner of these tales, 

 any more than a brick taken from the structure 

 will show the architectural proportions of a palace. 

 The stories will bear not only being "■ tivice told," 

 but you may apply to each, Horace's test of fine 

 writing ; Decies repetila placebit — Tell it ten times 

 and It will continue to charm. 



Anecdote of the Partridge. — A gentleman 

 one day riding over his farm, superintending his 

 ploughmen, observed a partridge glide off so near 

 the feet of one of the plough horses, that he thought 

 the eggs must be crushed. This, hovvever, was 

 not the case, but he found that the bird was about 

 hatching, and that several of the eggs were begin- 

 ning to crai-k. i he bird returned to her nest the 

 instant he left the spot. It was evident that the 

 next round of the plough must turn tlie nest into 

 the furrow ; his astonishment was great when, 

 with the returning [dough, he came again to the 

 spot and saw the nest, but found that the bird and 

 all the eggs were gone. Under an impression 

 that she must have .removed her eggs, be made 

 seandi, and before he left the field, he found her 

 sitting under the hedge, upon twenty-one eggs, 

 and she af'ierwards, from that hatching, brought 

 up nineteen birds. The round of the plough bad 

 occupied about twenty minntes, in which time, 

 (prohaldy assisted by the cock liird) she had re- 

 move<l the twenty-one eggs a distance of about 40 

 yards. 



To make plate i.oiK LIKE NEW. — Take of 

 unslaked lime anil alu.m, a pound each ; of aqua- 

 vits and vinegar, each a pint; and of beer grounds 

 two quarts ; boil the p.'ate in these, tuid they will 

 set a beautiful gloss upon it. 



I'HE NEAV ENGLAND FARMER 



Is pulilisljud every \Vcdnc.-.iiay Evening, at S3 per annuni, 

 pavaiile al Ihc end ot die year — but IhoMC wlio pay wiUnn 

 sixly diiys from the lime ol subscrili/ng, are enlillcd io a de- 

 duction of filly cents. 



Uj" No paper will be scut to a distance wilhoul paymeni 

 being made in advance. 



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 Flushing, ;V. r.— \Vm. I'rim-l .^. Sims, Prop. Lin. Bol.tiar. 

 Albainj — W'm . 'I'iioRBUUN, 347 .Market-slieel. 

 Pliilddelvliia — O. i^j. C. Lanubeth, 85 Clicsnut-slrcet. 

 OjUiiiicrc — I'uMislicr tit Anicrican Fai inei. 

 CiiaiiutaU — S.C. I'ARKHi'KsTjiS Lower Mnrkcl-strrcl. 

 HJtJJUliunj, Vt. — W'lGtiT Chapma.v- Alercl.aiit. 

 Taunton, .\fass — Saji'l O. Dunbar, Bookseller. 

 HartforiJ — GuoltWI.V tlj* Cv, Uookselltrs. 

 IS'i'Klnnypnrt — F RENi-;z i:j: Stpdman, I'uokseiler. 

 Fitrlsmo>ttli,i\. H. — John VV. Foster, Bookseller. 

 Wooil.'iioc/c, V'l. — J. A. Pratt. 

 Braltlcboro' — Jos tsrEEN', Bookseller. 



Iian>'-orj Mf. — Wni. Mann, Druggist, and \Vm. B. Harlow 

 Halifax. M. S.— E. BRow.N-.Esq. 

 Louisville — Samuel Cooper, Bullil Street. 

 St. Louis— II. L. HoFF-MAS, and Willis & Stevehs. 



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