Warren telegraph. [volume] (Warren, R.I.) 1857-1861, 1857-07-25

Yet with goblets sparkling clear
We may drink to Aud Lang Syne.
Am. GAMMELL, Esq, the Principal, made an ad-
dress of some length, to which only detailed re-
port would do justice. He was followed by Lieut.
Gov. TURNER, Prof. ANGEL, President SEARS,
Prof GAMMELL, Rev. j. c. STOCKBRIDGE. and
Rev. Mr.. BANvARD, in happy speeches, which
were warmly applauded. Rev. w. c. RICHARDS,
of Providence, being called upon, respondeJi in the
following humorous POcm:- Lf
Why, really, Mr.. President, know not what to say !;
How could you call upon mo in this unexpected way
I'm taken by surprise, sir, much you'd take trout
BY throwing in baited hook, to draw the victim out
You've been and baed me, sir by throwing in toast
And though you've caught your gudgeon, he isn't
worth q boast;
Tis very well your guests are not on my poor dish to
Or, I'm you would be sorry for dropping me o
You caught me, have not doubt to let these fair
How skillful, in the drawing line, their President
could be;
IT'S only sport to you and them-but to me its very
To be hauled up suddenly, and not the least pro-
pared.
At festivals like this know that bigger fish than l.
Are very often caught with lines as Unexpectedly
tits way they have, Pm told, these masters of the
OF making pleasure for their guests very scay way
Excuse my metaphors, the line, the took, the bait
the dish,
I've used them quite enough no doubt so let us
drop the fish
And though I'd not the least idca of course of such
call,
I'll do the very best can to please the ladies all.
"To please the ladies n but indeed, to do that after
Is something difficult, if not impossible to do,
For, Mr. President you speak, and 10 the fair obey
You call, and joyfully they come, witness these
to-day
l wonder much, sir, what may be your art to please
the sex,
I Which land all poor Benedicts-were only born to
Suppose in confidential mood you let the secret slip,
I'll listen with my acnt, and finger my lip
For verify I'd like to be prince of hearts like you,
With long train of houris forever in my view;
To come and go at my command ;%to smile and weep
by turn,
As pleasure in mine eye might beam fierce dis
| pleasure burn
You frown a sharp denial ehG ofthis request of minc
And leave it to my wit alone your secret to divine
Ny wit is equal to the want, and finger off my lip
Since you hold fast the reason, why will let it slip.
I see it like sunbeam clear thousand hearts you
By keeping yours unfettercd from the clasp Of any
| queen;
While mne-and its doludcd pecrs-are oaptives each
| to one,
And so, alas our cake is dough- or rather it is done
But wonder, ah, wonder; and here my wits al
And my verse that went so glibly has come at once
to halt
/ cannot, cannot understand how il should come tc
pass,
That you have not bccn many years, one of that fin
| ished class.
That you to whom capricious Fate has given dali,
| chance, sir,
To ask these h,uris queries, and to make them right
ly answer;
Should not have put the question which stammered
from my tongue,
To the first bcwitching maiden, who on my lips hat
hung
Hung on my lips" in metaphor ou understand, nj
| doubt
And not as you have often seen dckct on n spout
To catch the flowing tide but he crowd is said Il
hang,
Upon speakers glowing lip, b. fascinations fang.
Pardon the long parcnthosis nor let my meaning
drop,
Which hung upon maidcns lip just where made
the stop =
I wond red that you did not nsk-whcn asking wa,
your duty =
The question J. with daring put, apcath tho spell Of
Beauty.