Leave the poisons in the phials—
And the money in the tills.
Punch, December 1, 1866.
A PSALM OF FARMING.
Bell’s Messenger, December 9th, 1878.
What the Heart of the Young Farmer
Said to the Old ’Un.
(After Wrongedfellar).
Tell me not in cheerful numbers
You have known when times was wuss,
Kip on sowin’ wutts and barley,
And things will come right for us.