The Council Bluffs nonpareil. [volume] (Council Bluffs [Iowa]) 1857-1867, 1859-11-05
A POEM RYJ. G. HOLLAND.

The following foem was composed BY
DR.. j. &. Holland, to be read at the Hamp.
den County (Mass.) Agricultural FAIR
Though composed for that particular occa.
sion, it has so much genial,Wit in it, as tl
deserve wide circulation
had a wsh-'twas very mild know
That this might be the greatest Cattle Shew,
Known and remembered by the good array
Or those who should surround this board to-day,
Especially that Reasons Feast' might stuff
These mouths until they could not cry "enough;''
And that the " fow of SOUP might swell, and spring
Into a freshet of that sort Of thing.
Therefore, l hled basket for the feast
OF bread not leavened by the common yeast
And thought to aid 1.-The flow - by letting on
The spring that rises in Old Helicon.
II our good river had been worth dam,
Such as they have at HoiyVke, or a ram
Such as they did not have at uampden Park,
Nor even in the ribs Of Noah's Ark.
should have sought her crystal waters, rather
Than risk worse tdre by faring So much farther.
say HER crystal waters: that perpleXes;
But know yuu know she knows what her sex Is,
And Just She is The Connecticut"
She will not rhyme with anything but pettlcoat
kissing her banks, which give her close embrace,
leave her, marvellng not she hides her face.
Kissing her Banks? She'll find that dangerous play
What do you think the Governors wife wIll say?
Or if l had supposed that it would pour
For two long days III such drenching shower
Submerging, drowning everything below,
As III the great original cattle-show-
A show that landed dry Arrarat,
While we. driven higher still, have nary rat
would have run pipe down on a rafler
To feed the waiting fountains of your laughter.
But things like these have come and come again,
To mar '.Ihe best laid schemes of mice and men,"
The show is over, and we all go back
To tread again the same old humdrum track
That we have followed tn rough the lab'ring year,
Since last our hearty ranks we're gathered here;
All but the men Tho came not to the scratch
clI lp Dl,Tup u
And sought postponemept TO some dry day.
Which they have prophesied Will be on Friday.
Our bulls have come, and roared, and passed away,
Some gone to grass, and other some 10 hay.
We give our heartiest sympathIes and sighs
To the poor Durhams that have missed the prize;
Yet We rejoice that not without reward
Their owners brought them from their native sward I;
For two 90 believing homeward where came
But one that bore the nose-rng ami the name: -
One with substantial brisket, head and limb,
And one the owner made by bringing him
The pigs gone, that literary brood
So much contemned, so little understood
The pigs that like our literary men.
Sleep i'll the straw, and live upon the pen
The pigs that through all time perpetuate
That wondrous thing that purchased man his mate,
And pay for the rum wrought by Madam
With the old spdre-Tib sacrificed by Adam.
Alas! We cal! them pigs-a vulgar name
For creatures of So excellent fame.
These the sheep Of Scotland. These are they
Tie Ettrick shepherd - tended day 10y day
The sweetest name OF all her hills and va eS,
Name immortal as his own HogIs Tales
Tales fold on fold, that have ruu out ahl CurIed,
Till they eMtH me the hearts of all the world.
Cali them not bOres, for have they not been tried
With the brave souls of freemen, side by side?
Are they not meuIbers-lult, and far, ami fatty
or the SucI"ty of the tmcinpll2
Can them not burcS, Oh SClpeg! ace Such as thou
Have been content to share lheIr Ausks ere now.
o call them not eheep-tLeig character revere
Creatures tnat cen Tie devil eaunyt shear.
G..re are tic cows and calves and fatlInGS back
The cultS-rcrulvers FOUND the half-mlIe tra,k-
Gone are the boys. and gone their money. too,
And gone the gingerbread they We eaten through!
And all the traps and tr!Hksts IN The hall
Bed-quilt Gad blanket, ChcnlisctIe and shawl,
Turutp and squash aud carrot and toulatVe,
Cat hage and melon, onion and potato,
Guns humps and honey, butter. cheese and tweezeTs,
Louisa Brnncs and all the bon Lousas--
All will have vanished like a iream away,
Tomorrow about this time vi day.
But we are here and HAVING A good time
With our reports. gU,d >peCt hes and poor rhyme,
And shall not leave without a sigh Of sorrow
That tins affair Will all be through Tomorrow.
perhaps should except the Secretary,
Whose tolls OF course, have been extraordinary;
Also the people. though have not met them,
who sanIed premiums, and did not get thein.)
But when we 60, and reach our several houses.
Wen call the boy that wears the longest 'tUwoerS.
And placing HIM before us. say-'My lad,
Il has rainei hard. and that was very Tad;
But at the table yoIr respected dad
Enjoyed the talIcSt time he ever had