A FEW WORDS ON OUR PROftRESS IN BUILDING. 223 



When tempeats (with petrifio shock, 

 So to speak) made it really rock, 



Though not a -whit less wooden ; 

 And painted stone, howe'er -well done, 

 Will not take in the prodigal sun 

 Whose teams are never quite at one 



With our terrestrial lumber ; 

 So the wood shrank around the knots. 

 And gaped in disconcerting spots. 

 And there were lots of dots and rota 



And erstnnies without number, 

 Where thoiigh, as you may well presume. 

 The wind, like water through a flume. 



Came rushing in ecstatic, 

 Leaving in all three floors, no room 



That was jipt a rheumaitio j - 

 And what, with points and squares andrminds. 



Grown shaky on their poises, 

 The house at night was fujl of pounds. 

 Thumps, bumps, creaks, scratchings, raps, — till — ."zounds," 

 Cried Knott, " this goes beyond, all hounds, 

 I do not deal in tongues and sounds. 

 Nor have I let my house and grounds, 



To a family of Noyeses." 



