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'Twas on a certain day I went from home, As hawking pedlars are so apt to roam; When I return'd, the time was rather late, My wife inform'd me what I now repeat.
She said, 'Here's been a vehicle to-day,
Who at our house pull'd in, and stopp'd the ass.
'She straightly ask'd if Huntington liv'd here, But would not tell from whence she came, nor where:
She brought this weighty burden to my door,
We held a council, but could not devise
The little equipage of cart and ass
Was something like what Shunem brought to pass; If wrong conjectur'd, take it not amiss;
To tell the truth my poem sprung from this.
My frothy head has often fell to rhyme,
I meant, at first, to send my thoughts to you,
I only meant to send an homely fare,
But so it fell, when I began to write,
That heart and head brought many things to light,
I found my mind entangl'd in a strait,
How I should send this burden'd vessel's freight;
Again, I thought a month might turn about
At last, I thought I'd send it from the press,
Thus I contriv'd, and fix'd the scheme at last,
Methinks you aim'd to have your gift conceal'd,
But women's pleas to men's replies give place,
A priest may speak where they must hold their peace.
my respects to your superior, lord,
Forget me not when both engag'd in pray'r,
SHUNA MIT E.
THE chosen race, while in their native state,
The distant spot, the time, and means decreed, When they shall hear, and choose the promis'd seed; Their future husbands' will shall be reveal'd,
And they to love shall sweet subjection yield.
A pious matron, in the days of old,
A prophet grave, upon a certain day,