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Rh Tater! tater! Did I wish to beat Nater, I'd take you when new, and produce a baked tater!

Some scoff at a tater, and don't wish to see un; They say you are vulgar and very plebeian, And call you a root! But their minds are unsound: It's your modesty tells you to hide in the ground.

Tater! tater! Many-eyed, potent tater! (King Richard with III. was only Dick-tater.)

But alas! you are deaf to my harp's fond endeavor, Or I'd sing in this beautiful fashion forever! You have eyes, but you see not; you're deaf as a drum; And as none else will listen, like you I'll be dumb.

Tater! tater! When I leave mortal Nater, Let the world calmly think what I thought of a tater! W. O. Eaton.

unknown man, respectably dressed,"
 * That was all that the record said:

Wondering pity might guess the rest;
 * One thing was sure,—the man was dead.

And dead, because he'd no heart to live;
 * His courage had faltered, and failed the test:

How little the all we now can give,—
 * A nameless sod to cover his breast!

"Respectably dressed!" The thoughtless read
 * The sentence over, and idly say,—

"What was it, then, since it was not need,
 * Which made him thus fling his life away?"

"Respectably dressed!" How little they know,
 * Who never have been for money pressed,

What it costs respectable poor to go,
 * Day after day, "respectably dressed!"