I want this letter to go right straight
To Wilmington city in Delaware State.
To Daniel B. Woodard, a cooper by trade;
He can make as good barrels as ever were made.

Swiftly hasten, Postman's organ.
Bear this onward to its fate.
In New York to George C. Morgan;
John Street, No. 78.
East 10th Street, City of New York.
Two hundred fifty-three—
Is where of all this little work.
This moment ought to be.
And could I to the lightning's wing
Or telegraphic wire.
Attach it by a silken string,
'Twould be my fond desire.
But since to do the swift exploit
Each other power must fail.
I send to Emily Bailey Hoyt.
With pleasure—in the mail.
I know a man, his name is Dunn!
He lives in splendid style:
But if he'd pay—say half his debts.
He'd lose 'bout all his "pile."
He stops in Charlestown, old Bay State.
Quite near to Bunker Hill.
Where many a brave man met his fate.
Dispensing Putnam Pill.
A VALENTINE ADDRESS.
Lizzie, they say the little birds
Are making matches now;
(Warranted to keep in any climate.)
A good example they have set
Which I would like to follow;
So if you have a heart to let.
I hope to know to-morrow.