Yure Unkle, Josh Billings
The infidel argys just az a Bull duz chained to a post, he bellows, and paws, but he don't git loose from the post i notiss.=
Not mutch, Josh Billings
Q.–What will yu compare old maids to?
A.–Embers on the harth, from which the sparks have fled.
The Rooster now with burstin thrut, Proklaims the rozy morn, And cacklin hens are telling us, Another egg is born.
