havin what Parson Wilbur cals a

    pongshong

   for cocktales, and ses it wuz a soshiashun of idees sot him agoin arter the Crootin Sargient cos he wore a cocktale onto his hat.

   His Folks gin the letter to me and I shew it to parson Wilbur and he ses it oughter Bee printed, send It to mister Buckinum, ses he, i don't ollers agree with him, ses he, but by Time, ses he, I

    du

   like a feller that ain't a Feared.

   I have intusspussed a Few refleckshuns hear and thair. We're kind o' prest with Hayin.

   Ewers respecfly,

    Hosea Biglow

   .

   Two dusky small boys were quarreling; one was pouring forth a volume of vituperous epithets, while the other leaned against a fence and calmly contemplated him. When the flow of language was exhausted he said:

   "Are you troo?"

   "Yes."

   "You ain't got nuffin' more to say?"

   "Well, all dem tings what you called me, you is."

   Next to deciding when to start your garden, the most important matter is what to put in it. It is difficult to decide what to order for dinner on a given day: how much more oppressive is it to order in a lump an endless vista of dinners, so to speak! For, unless your garden is a boundless prairie (and mine seems to me to be that when I hoe it on hot days), you must make a selection, from the great variety of vegetables, of those you will raise in it; and you feel rather bound to supply your own table from your own garden, and to eat only as you have sown.

   I hold that no man has a right (whatever his sex, of course) to have a garden to his 

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