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afore agin ain't aint arter bein believe Biglow BRIDGE clear common don't doos England fact feel feller folks fust give gret guess hand hard head heart hold hope it's Jaalam jest John keep kind land leave less letter live look matter mean mind natural never night North nothin ollers once person present question reader round Sawin sech seemed seen side sometimes soul sound South spirits sure tell ther thet thet's thing thought thru took true turn Uncle warn't Wilbur wish write wun't young
Página 43 - GUVENER B. is a sensible man; He stays to his home an' looks arter his folks; He draws his furrer ez straight ez he can, An' into nobody's tater-patch pokes; — But John P. Robinson he Sez he wunt vote fer Guvener B. My! aint it terrible? Wut shall we du? We can't never choose him, o...
Página 45 - In virtue of our clay, this little ball of earth exacts a certain loyalty of us, while, in our capacity as spirits, we are admitted citizens of an invisible and holier fatherland. There is a patriotism of the soul whose claim absolves us from our other and terrene fealty. Our true country is that ideal realm which we represent to ourselves under the names of religion, duty, and the like.
Página 163 - May-day seldom looks Up in the country ez it doos in books ; They 're no more like than hornets'- nests an" hives, Or printed sarmons be to holy lives. I, with my trouses perched on cow-hide boots, Tuggin' my foundered feet out by the roots, Hev seen ye come to fling on April's hearse Your muslin nosegays from the milliner's, Puzzlin...
Página 44 - Parson Wilbur sez he never heerd in his life Thet th' Apostles rigged out in their swaller-tail coats, An" marched round in front of a drum an' a fife, To git some on "em office, an' some on 'em votes; But John P.
Página 31 - So's to lug new slave-states in To abuse ye, an' to scorn ye, An' to plunder ye like sin. Aint it cute to see a Yankee Take sech everlastin...
Página 127 - Whose youth from thee by gripin' need was wrung, Brown foundlin' o' the woods, whose baby-bed Was prowled roun' by the Injun's cracklin' tread, An' who grew'st strong thru shifts an...
Página 43 - He's ben true to one party — an' thet is himself; So John P. Robinson he Sez he shall vote fer Gineral C. Gineral C. he goes in fer the war; He don't...
Página 66 - Uncle Sam I reverence, Partic'larly his pockets. I du believe in any plan O' levyin' the taxes, Ez long ez, like a lumberman, I git jest wut I axes ; I go free-trade thru thick an' thin, Because it kind o' rouses The folks to vote, — an' keeps us in Our quiet custom-houses.