. Camps and firesides of the revolution . l my plate, just about to leave her. FatherAbbey was a M. 1 r bedmaker y tub ot soap, , 1 and sweeper A long cart lope, at Harvard Home Life [ College for A frying pan and kettle, ™nyyef An ashes pail, This is what l the poet A threshing flail, thousht his An iron wedge and beetle. will mighthave con-tained. Two painted chairs, Nine warden pears, A large old dripping platter, He should This bed of hay, have said, /~ , . T , ■•On which I On which I lay, lie- An old saucepan for butter. A little mug,A two-quart jug, A bottle full of brand
. Camps and firesides of the revolution . l my plate, just about to leave her. FatherAbbey was a M. 1 r bedmaker y tub ot soap, , 1 and sweeper A long cart lope, at Harvard Home Life [ College for A frying pan and kettle, ™nyyef An ashes pail, This is what l the poet A threshing flail, thousht his An iron wedge and beetle. will mighthave con-tained. Two painted chairs, Nine warden pears, A large old dripping platter, He should This bed of hay, have said, /~ , . T , ■•On which I On which I lay, lie- An old saucepan for butter. A little mug,A two-quart jug, A bottle full of brandy,A looking glass,To see your face, Youll find it very handy. A musket trueAs ever flew, A pound of shot and wallet,A leather sash,My calabash, My powder horn and bullet. A greasy hat,My old tom-cat, A yard and half of linen,A woolen fleece,A pot of grease, In order for your spinning. A small tooth comb,An ashen broom, No. 3] Household Utensils A candlestick and hatchet, A coverlid Striped down with red,A bag of rags to patch A POOR MAN S UTENSILS. A ragged mat, A tub of fat,A book put out by Bunyan, Another book By Robin Cook,A skein or two of spunyarn, An old black muff,Some garden stuff, A quantity of borage,Some devils weedAnd burdock seed, To season well your porridge. 8 Home Life tno 3 A chafing dish, With one salt fish,If I am not mistaken, A leg of pork, A broken fork,And half a flitch of bacon. A spinning wheel, One peck of meal,A knife without a handle, A rusty lamp, Two quarts of samp,And half a tallow candle. My pouch and pipes, Two oxen tripes,An oaken dish well carved, My little dog And spotted hog,With two young pigs just starved. This is my store, I have no more,I heartily do give it, My years are spun, My days are done,And so I think to leave it. Thus father Abbey left his spouse,As rich as church or college mouse,Which is sufficient invitationTo serve the college in his station. no. 4] Putnam s Wolf 9 4. Israel Putnam and the Wolf By David Humphreys
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