The Middlebury register. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1850-1882, 1853-08-10

In truth, must tell you, without any hoaxing,
I've prevailed on the Muse, by great deal of
coaxing,
And now she's begun, can't tell where, in
ending,
She'll bring up at last, in the way she is wen
ding.
But, lest her discourse should, by chance, be
much bigger
Than needful at present, she will speak by a
And since both the time and the dinner are
pressing,
She will leave many things to be learned by
your guessing
You must know, then, that this day, as near
as it may be,
Was the birth, long time since, Of wonder
full baby.
Twas n terrible business of roaring and foupc-
ing
Sent him into the world at last, kicking and
bouncing.
Though born in the woods, and despised by
his mother
Though left to himself without sister or broth
lie soon grew SO lusty, and made such clat-
ter,
Mankind were pcrplexed to tell what was The
matter.
But in view of his parts, while the whole
world was listening,
For short, he was called Uncle Sam at his
christening.
Thus thrown on his oars, with strong consti-
tuition,
And bold, rugged frame, and a wise rcsol,l-
ton,
He Gespised the small business of begging
and giving,
And made up his mind to dig out his own liv.
ing.
Some people pretend of over the ocean,
That his head had been turned by queer
kind of notion.
They said Uncle Sam had no brains morc'r
he wanted,
And much on his prospects in laughter dcs
cantcd;
But their joking about him most strangely
mscarricd
got married
His wie's name was Freedom, very fine
madam,
No lady more fair since the old days of Adam
SO settled, our hero went straight to propel
ling,
And the way he did up things, in fact, there
no telling.
lie whacked down the trees. and claimed III
his fences,
SO quick that it started folks out of their sen
| scs.
Forthwith, as by magic, all sorts of improve
meBts
Sprang up through the vigor and skill of hi
movements
For there was not thing that this curiou
Saxon
Did not spy outdirectly and lay hand or axe OF
Right Yankee like was he to trade or to whit
tie,
And not over nice what became of his spittl,
Some few little brushes he had with his neigh
bors,
But he never was frightened at powder an
sabres,
Though kind to the exile, polite to the strar
ger,
You never could scare him with bugbcars {
danger.
How his eye would flash fire, it was truly
wonder,
When an enemy threatened blood. battle an
thunder.
He was sun-bumt and rough, and appeare
quite alarming
When he stayed about home and was busy
farming;
But when dreSSed, he went forth with cac
hand stuck in fob,
lie seemed ust as spruce and genteel as n n;
bob
Thus matters went on, as it might be expe,
tod,
And his farm was as nice as could well be S,
lectcd,
And his purse grew so long and his body S
portly,
And his genius so cute and his manners S
courtly,
That at length Johnny Bull and the old com
try pumpkins
Have been forced to confess, ''Uncle Sam
some pumpkins !"
Now if one were anxious to find out the rea
son
lie has been hard at work for very long sea
son,
lie has thirty one daughters, if you wish t
count noses,
And there's more still coming, your speake
supposcs.
These fair blooming creatures have prove
such blessing,
They fatigue the old man with their love an
caressing
True women are they, full of sweetness an
beauty,
Win airs SO refined and high sense of duty
lis Sef"om but sometimes they feigh no com
munlon,
Fall pouting,and say they will break up tn
Union.
This puts Uncle Sam in shocking bad fever
And he shakes like shuttle TIN own fast b
weaver.
However, things 60 rather smoothly at pres
ent,
And the household concerns, on the whole
appear pleasant.
But still, TO be plain in the tale am framing
There's topic must not, in truth, omit nanl
ing
1t can't be concealed. and the Muse must no
spare III
Uncle Gam has had ITS we don't blush /
declare IL;
Such fits, that no doctor had wit to subdu
them -
Not that l would have you at all misconstru
For they are not such fits as one man give
When boxing, he bangs out one eye and the
'tother;
But fits that come nat'ral, conveying the Gun
ming
OF the old Saxon blood, where SO long IT,
been running.
One fit of this kind I take leave here TO men
ton;
It drives him to hit out all sorts of invention
Prom regular-buit, great, big, brass bot
toned steamer,
To the dearest small, silvcry, tea-table cream
er-
From halter, 10 catch the wild steed Of th.
|. lightning,
To wrench that will turn the least scrcy
that wants tightening
From an engine, TO drag him o'ef streams
fields, and bitches,
To ono that will sew up his shoes, shirts,an'
breeches.
Where this ht will take him st last, there
no knowing
But of this VIC are suro-it will keep him
going.
Another strange fit gives our Uncle the sha