Sugar planter. [volume] (West Baton Rouge [i.e. Port Allen, West Baton Rouge Parish, La.]) 1856-1925, 1867-08-03
HOT WEATHER.-BY oLD DoBBs.

Here IN the city where cninineys, Tx a thousan
v furnaces, are bel .hing up their heated vspor:
ing to the breathing Can't-get- Always a hamin
aosphe 6 so that between clouds and flags W
re already a ~ioretaste OF Paudemoalum. Peopl
me couaIly ought 10 be thankful. for theie the
mot be hot. "-Ex OF a N. o. letter.
Not hot did you say By all the Gods
IT'S hot as ten million red pepper pods!
Hotter than Etna or Vesuvlus,
And sea- re q cooling drop rom pluViust
Hot as electric currents lzhted,
Or Jealous woman's love when sighted.
So hot a mlaer's heart was melted,
And Carlos tail he saw and ielt It
Tho all the tins the dog that owned 1t,
Il hs could eat 1t would have boned 1t.
Hotter than ten thousand ST. Anthony's fires,
Or, as where the Daddy OF all liars
Does this worlds cooking You know well,
II hall l. true that parsons ieIl.
Hot as e fiery bigots Sermon
Dnomiag us all like sin-scorehed yeymin
Giving Tor m tiedIctioas hurled,
DfatIs payable III another world
His only " orth-suca threats to utter
Trade heaven and hell for bread and butter,
To live on us they determine,
From baptism TO funeral sermon.
Hot as the times that bring a crisis,
Or whisky punch without ice IS.
Poor Mrs Jones! she tred Them lately
Got sunstruck, though she took It neatly.
But both are aoing well together, "
Considering this ALFRED weather.
Hot did you say Why b egs your liver.
In ed suck city, across the Tiyer
They ri d The thermometer und n a tree,
On the back oil d slandcrous &antlppe.
When oil Of rum did her tongue %anuoiat,
And her dander was up 10 The s~coldlug point.
With her nsl1and before her-innoeeat mani
We watched TIL glass when her C apper ran,
II started off III the d wills tattoo.
While up aud down the mercury flew,
Words well sho ted with many al oath,
And names TINT To repeal I'm loath
Hotter and hotter the verbfage C me,
Till tn mercury, boiling over with s1an1e,
Jumped from the gtass, aud yanosed tn rancht
Up The tree TO the topmost branch,
here II stands one nun red and gine-iour,
But the husband is sixty degrees down 10 over
You talk a9ogt hat! Poor, silly goose
60 cool yourself off in the ealaboosa!
Hotter than monied fin nciering,
Than ads or Rebs electIoneerlng;
Or MaxlmifiaL speculations,
British Honduras emlgratlons,
And other JOINT sock operations.
Hotter than martyr among his lagos,
Debts, duus, and crops eat up with m4ggots,
Choiie aud cholera, catching or chronic,
Yellow Jack, purgauve, sedative, tonic,
Pill, p0ultice. plaster or base emetlc,
Doctors and nurses SO energetic.
Head shaking whispers internal prophetic.
With All just SO As had predicted!
Poor 1low. Oh. yes, He Is so ad iiciedi
Twas thus poor onookss sister
Popped off when she got on the blister,
And Jim, he hadn't as much a. kissed h3r! !"
Tho when oil Browsers uncle took it,
The doc or said he'd kick the bucket,
Aud ~he, her iva cholera or the morbus,
II We can tell ye-the Lord absorb US
But twas The YARDS that saved thu creature,
Tho smails the thanks III human nature.
Hot with such things as this 10 Try one,
Why, damn il is hot enough 10 fry one:
And when a fellow you'd think precoelous,
Rubs up MS hair and looks f-roci US.
Scratches ms head and neslns g writing,
The fes and inusguitoes come a killing.
Eyes noe and ears, can feel eternal
Annoyance from each winged internal.
With tnpgs ike those it cant amaze US
To ind ourselves as not as blazes.
If you ieel warmer IN the city,
You have our everlasting pity.
Au reservoir, go my tulip.
To Phillips Tor a Blmbo Jalep.
May you live III" Old Morality" bills you,
And never die lll the doctor lis you.