Nashville union and American. [volume] (Nashville, Tenn.) 1853-1862, 1858-09-21
The Deacon. masterpieces

The Deac9uss MASTERPIECES
OR TIE WONDERFUL s'oNE-Hoss-sHAY."
4 Logioqi &org.
Have you heard Of the rful-one-hOssahay,
That was built in such logical way
i ran hundred years to day,
And then, Of q sudden, it--sh, but stay,
III tel you Whas happened Without delay,
Soaring the psrson into fits
krighteninE people ont Of their wits
Have you ever hear 81 that, say
Seventeen hundred and hfty-fvs,
-eorgtas 6scai5d re vas then alive
enufg Old drons from the German hiTel
That was the year when Lis5on-toEn
saw the earth open and gulp her down,
And Braddock' army was done 50 brcwns
Left without scalp to its crown,
twas on the terrible Earthquake day
AlA' the Deacon finished the one hoss-iaay'
Nov building Of chaisss, 1tsn you what,
mere is always s0nle1c acre aWeaEesf sFo'-
A hub, tire, feiOe, IA spring Or mil
A panel, or crossbar, or hoor, OF sis
ID screw. bolt ughbrace-lurkng s'h
FINDING it somewhere you must and will
ABOVE or below, or within or without
ana thats the reason. beyond a doupta -
A chase ogeaks dOsCns bat doesn't ''ear OF,
But But the Deacon svOre las Deaeons DO,
" TN an Il dew vum," an Il tell ge09- --
ls would build one shay 10 beat the tloFn
"a me keOunty n all ghe kenty ra0un,i
At should be 50 built that it c0lildn break do"h
FUR, said the Deacon, '.'ts mighty PLAIN
mat the Weakes' place mus stan the STRAIN
q ne way Z tx it, az / maintain
is only lest
To make the place w strong uz the rest"s
So the Deacon inquiredo Of the village folk
mhere he could find the strongest oak
1Ast couldnt be split, nor bent nor broke
mat was Tor spokes, and floor ans silis
5ie sent for LAKEWOOD 70 make the taitl5 -. 80.
The panels Of white wood mat cuts like CHEESE
But lasts like iron foi things IKE thesS
The hubs Of logs from the t'setter's e linn
Last OF its timber-theg couldn't sell EN-
Never an axe had seen their chips, 80. ~;
And the wedges few from between thelr hlsi
Their blunt ends frizzled like celery tips
Step and prop-iron- bolt and screw,
Spring, tire, axle, and linchPin too
Steel o. the finest bright and blue;
Thoroughbrace bison skin, thick and vide
Boot, top, dasher, from tough oldhide
Found in the pit when the tanner died.
That was the way he ''put her through
"Ihere !" says the Deacon, ''uaoW shel dew y
Doll tell you, I rather guess
She was a wonder, and nothing less
Colts grew horses, boards turned gray,
Deacon and deaconess dropped away,
Children and grand hildren-Where were they
But there stood the stout old ne-hossshsy
As fresh as on Lisbon-earthquake-d
EIGHTEEN HUEDRED-ft came and found
The Deacons Masterpiece strong and sound
Eighteen hundred increased BY ten
"Hahnsum kerridge' they called it then.
Eighteen hundred and twenty came
Running usual; much the
Thirty and forty at last arrive
And then come MY, and FIFTY I'VE.
Little Of all we value here
Wakes OF the morn Of its hundredth year,
Without both feeling and looking queer.
In fact, there's nothing that keeps its youth,
So faras know. but tree and truth,
(This is a moral that runs at large
Take it. You're welcome. No extra Charge
FIRST OF NovEsBER-the Earthquake-day,
There are traces Of age in the OnehOss shay,
A general favor Of mild decay,
But nothing local, as ace may say.
There couldn't ba---fOr the Deacon's art
Had made 10 50 like in every part,
That there a chance Tor one 20 start
Fer the wheels were just strong as the thillss
And the floor was just strongs as the sls,
And the panels just strong as the floor,
And the whiDpletree neither less nor more,
And the back crossbar strong as the fore,
And spring and axle aud hub encore.
And yet, as a SobOle tis past a doubt,
In another hour it viii be lr0TR 0ut
First ofNovember, Fifty fvet
This morning the parson takes drive.
Now, small boys, get out Of the way
Here comes the wonderful OnehOss-shay,
Drawn by rat-tailed, eWe-neCked bay.
"Huddupl" says the parson on went they,
The psrs0n was working his Sunday text
Had got % tfttUy, and stopped perplexed
At what the-M0ses-Was coming next
All at once the horse stood still,
Close by the meet n house on the hill.
First a shver, and then thrill.
Then something decidedly like spill
And the parsJn sitting upon rock.
At past nine by the meet'n house clock
Just the hour Of the Earthquake shock
What dc you think the psrson found,
When he got up and stared around
The poor old Chaise in q heap mound,
As If it had been TO the mill ant gr0undl
You see, of course, il you're not a Ounce
How il went TO pieces all at ence-
All at once. and nothing first
just as bubbles do when they burst
End OF the wonderful one hoss-sllay.
Logic Is logic. That's an say,