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 Cy Cooper says—(but I'll not pass my word that it is so,

For Cy he is some punkins on spinning yarns, you know)—

He says that, since the freshet, the pickerel are so thick

In Baker's pond you can wade in and kill 'em with a stick!

The Hubbard girls are teaching school, and Widow Cutler's Bill

Has taken Eli Baxter's place in Luther Eastman's mill;

Old Deacon Skinner's dog licked Deacon Howard's dog last week,

And now there are two lambkins in one flock that will not speak.

The yellow rooster froze his feet, a-wadin' through the snow,

And now he leans agin the fence when he starts in to crow;

The chestnut colt that was so skittish when he went away—

I've broke him to the sulky and I drive him every day!

We've got pink window curtains for the front spare-room up-stairs,

And Lizzie's made new covers for the parlor lounge and chairs;

We've roofed the barn and braced the elm that has the hangbird's nest—

Oh, there's been lots of changes since our William went out West!

Old Uncle Enos Packard is getting mighty gay—

He gave Miss Susan Birchard a peach the other day!

His late lamented Sarah hain't been buried quite a year,

So his purring 'round Miss Susan causes criticism here.