Comes a vapour from the margin, blackening over heath and holt,
Cramming all the blast before it,—guess it holds a thunderbolt:
Wish't would fall on Granny's house, with rain, or hail, or fire, or snow,
Let me get my horses started Uncle Pete-ward, and I'll go.
Poems and Parodies, by Phœbe Carey.
Boston, United States, 1854.
THE SQUATTER'S 'BACCY FAMINE.
IN blackest gloom he cursed his lot;
His breath was one long, weary sigh;