Litchfield enquirer., 1862-03-06
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rFrom the Berkshire Couyisr.
 THE DONATION.

How did the Parsons Donation 90 o'erf There was "Great Expectations ;" Much frying and baking, Some G stewing" and quaking,
 For fear that the " frosting," Should spoil in the making. There were doughnuts, enticing,- Some cakes, worth the slicing:
 And one with ten dimes Stuck around in the icing! There was tea (black and green) But no coffee was seen;
 And moon-shine and sleighing, The best that have been. -s. Pleasant words were esssyed; u.- A Poem was read; And some very nice music,
 Was very we'll & did," There were Ships, flrd with notions''
 Private earing, some said) That tried, might and main,
 To run the blockade" And game where you go out,
 A candle to find.
 And, {" going it 6lind') Try hard for . blow out! There was "crinoline" plenty
 And "jockies'-so jaunty! [The Dollars collected,
 Were five and twice twenty:1. There was marching (quite solemn Round the old chimney column; And plays, with the girls, Where you pull lem and haul 'em Now chase lem, now miss 'em; Now catch lem, now kiss 'em. "Roped in" by that Dragon, They call {" Copenhagen :"- Which is just a new name
 For very old Dagon; That's worship'd, just now,
 ("Lip-service," trowD As our grandmothers worship'd :. Their mizzle-toe- bought With racing and chasing; And whirling and twirling; And flying and catching; And snatching and catching; And shouting and pouting; And shaping and Tapping; And hurrying and worrying; And blundering and laundering; And falling and spraw!ing; And giggling and wriggling; And teazing and squeezing; And musing and bussing, And, may be, some cussing, Round the rope-whose bare touch Has magic. that's such,
 It almost beats the d|l- And quite "beats the Dutch" There was capering and prancing; Retreating, advancing!
 (But never q fiddle For then there'd be " daieing'') There's a needle, whose eye,
 No one could pass through, Without finding :" knots," Very hard to undo. While-the thread Ia whole skein) Makes a musical din, As if 'twere new sewers singing machine
 And this is it's song,
 As it gallops along, While heart, hand and foot,
 Keep time to the tongue. "This needles eye, what can surpass The thread that trips it through! It has caught many a smiling lass
 And now it has caught you"" And, so, being caught, You cannot do aught, But kiss or De kissed. Till you're nearly distraught: Then you " all hands around" Tripping lightly the ground, And "forward and back" wards Mostly gaily you bound.
 ('Tis very " fast walking'-
 As the dance you were hooking !. But not cotillion'-
 For that would be shocking!) And, then, there's Q "Mill," With very queer choppers" eve don't call lem dancers,
 For dancing's improperly And this is, good lack The gist of it's claok, As it goes round and round, But not "forward and back"
 "Happy is the Miller Boy,
 He lives alone by stealth;
 As the wheel turns round,
 He gathers up his wealth
 One hand in the hopper
 The other in the bag,
 As the mill goes round.
 He calls out" Grab!" He then "grabs" your partner, And you " grab" another. And, if you get "sack'd," .. Oh, ain't there bother! ...-.. But round goes the Mill again; Music youst strill again; Hands clasp hot hands, Till they jingle and thrill again;
 Your cheek in blaze Your blood in bound
 You romp and you race. While the Mill goes round.
 Sly glances, half-hidden, Bold kisses, unbidden,
 But not any '' daneing" For that is forbidden!
 MORAL.