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| No. I.—A Letterfrom Mr. Ezekiel Biglow of Jaalam to the Hon. Joseph T. Buckingham,Editor of the Boston Courier, enclosing a Poem of his Son, Mr. HoseaBiglow, | [388] |
| No. II.—A Letterfrom Mr. Hosea Biglow to the Hon. J. T. Buckingham, Editor of the BostonCourier, covering a Letter from Mr. B. Sawin, Private in theMassachusetts Regiment, | [393] |
| No. III.—What Mr.Robinson thinks, | [401] |
| No. IV.—Remarks ofIncrease D. O'Phace, Esquire, at an Extrumpery Caucus in State Street,reported by Mr. H. Biglow, | [408] |
| No. V.—The Debatein the Sennit. Sot to a Nusry Rhyme, | [416] |
| No. VI.—The PiousEditor's Creed, | [421] |
| No. VII.—A Letterfrom a Candidate for the Presidency in Answer to suttin Questionsproposed by Mr. Hosea Biglow, enclosed in a Note from Mr. Biglow to S.H. Gay, Esq., Editor of the National Anti-slavery Standard, | [426] |
| No. VIII.—A SecondLetter from B. Sawin, Esq., | [433] |
| No. IX.—A ThirdLetter from B. Sawin, Esq, | [443] |
| Glossary, | [455] |
| Index, | [459] |
THE BIGLOW PAPERS.
No. I.
A LETTER
FROM MR. EZEKIEL BIGLOW OF JAALAM TO THE HON. JOSEPH T. BUCKINGHAM, EDITOR OF THE BOSTON COURIER, ENCLOSING A POEM OF HIS SON, MR. BIGLOW.
Jaylem, june 1846.
Mister Eddyter:—Our Hosea wuz down to Boston last week, and he see a cruetin Sarjunt a struttin round as popler as a hen with 1 chicking, with 2 fellers a drummin and fifin arter him like all nater. the sarjunt he thout Hosea hedn't gut his i teeth cut cos he looked a kindo's though he'd jest com down, so he cal'lated to hook him in, but Hosy woodn't take none o' his sarse for all he hed much as 20 Rooster's tales stuck onto his hat and eenamost enuf brass a bobbin up and down on his shoulders and figureed onto his coat and trousis, let alone wut nater hed sot in his featers, to make a 6 pounder out on.
wal, Hosea he com home considerabal riled, and arter I'd gone to bed I heern Him a thrashin round like a short-tailed Bull in fli-time. The old Woman ses she to me ses she, Zekle, ses she, our Hosee's gut the chollery or suthin anuther ses she, don't yon Bee skeered, ses I, he's oney amakin pottery[[K]] ses i, he's ollers on hand at that ere busynes like Da & martin, and shure enuf, cum mornin, Hosy he cum down stares full chizzle, hare on eend and cote tales flyin, and sot rite of to go reed his varses to Parson Wilbur bein he haint aney grate shows o' book larnin himself, bimeby he cum back and sed the parson wuz dreffle tickled with 'em as i hoop you will Be, and said they wuz True grit.