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Inspired by Miss Flossie Williamson Burns’s bright eyes, he dropped into poetry in addressing her:
“Say I’m barkey; say I’m bad;
Say the Thurber pony kicked me;
Say I run away—but add—
‘Flossie licked me.’
“Witness: Sarah Johnson.” his
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| “Witness: Sarah Johnson.” | his “Roy × Hutton. mark. |
In honor of “John Ropes, Esquire,” he went to Shakspere:
To tell the secrets of thy mountain climb,
I could a tail unfold, whose lightest wag
Would harrow up the roof of thy mouth, draw thy young blood,
Make thy two eyes, like a couple of safety-matches, start from their spheres;
Thy knotted and combined locks to part right straight down the middle of thy back,
And each particular brick-red hair to stand on end
Full of quills, shot out by a fretful Onteora porcupine.
But this eternal blazon must not be
To ears that are quite as handsome as is the rest of thy beautiful body.
(“‘Hamlet,’ altered to suit, by)
“Witness: John Johnson.” his
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| “Witness: John Johnson.” | his “Roy × Hutton. mark. |
His latest poetical effort was the result of his affection for a Scottish collie, in his neighborhood, and was indited
TO LADDIE PRUYN, ESQ.
Should Auld Acquaintance be forgot,
And the Dogs of Auld Lang Syne?
I’ll wag a tail o’ kindness yet,
For the sake of Auld Ladd Pruyn.
Witnesses:
Marion Lyman,
Effie Waddington,
Katherine Lyman.