The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1872-07-19

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ApiALEcrlc wxcrsr soR GOOD MAN.
It's Deacon Brown yer askin' about?
lie hahn been round for yesr;
They planted him last kibbsee time.
Which is why be isn't here
Fur p'raps you We observed NJ a sim raj thing
rhet this lynn under ground -,
Fur year or two don't MAKE one feel
Pretty much like sloshin round.
His aerricter. .h. What. old Deac. Brown
Well. I'm ruthsr 'shamsd to say.
rhet nc WASH much the sort o saint
Sot up by Harte and Hay.
He never cussed in his nat'rsl life
I mention this with consarn- =,
h didn't know how. though he might knowd
Ell he'd a cared to larn.
But il makes it roush fur the chap tibet gets
The writin' of his biog.
10 hev ter confess he's slingiu' ink
Over SIGH bump on log.
Kho didn't amount to shucks in arrow.
Who never was out on tear. 80, 81,
And for tacklin' neat little game OF uraW'
Couldn't tell full from pair:
Fur the Deac. just war a common cuss
o. the most ornariest kind.
Who never looked out O. the window o SIN.
And dursn't raise blind.
Ye've no idee how parvarse he was.
I've hearn him remark,this limb: ,a
1het though he war raised IN Vnrishan iano'
One wife war enough fur him.
His canal boat onc't-it was years ago
When drivers both druy and steerd-
Run agin the bank lest above Penn Yam.
An some O. the help got skesred.
The pilot GOT in the ingin-room.
And felt his nozzle and swore.
But the Deac: spread hisself At the gang -plank
A aandin' the ladies ashore.
Ptaps the Deac. ef hid he'd the rearin' of some.
Would panned out better that trip;
Tie didn't quite lose his grip.
Onfortunet- like fur the Deac. an me.
He'd careful raisin TO hum:
An yer can't 'spect much of a chap. yer know.
Onless he sprouts from slum.
Efhed been a high toned eambolier.
Or the rough of mining camp.
With bushel Of sin in his kerricter.
An touch OF Sairey Camp.
Or an injineer or an injun thar
Any kind of a rum histin lout-
Per'aps he'd a done some pretty big thing.
Fur me to be splur gin about.
But he jest plugged on in no count way.
leadin a good squar life.
And said goodbye to his wife.
I've hearn tell erittier man nor him
In battle never trod.
An he didn't let down in the face of Death.
Although he believed in God.
It's queer how be fout at Fredericksburg-
The Deac- jest went in wet:
prayin' an shootin.' an every time
fetchln MS man. you bet.
Yet he wasn't sustained by the soothin though
When he fell-0ctober 'leventh-
That he'd knock'd spots out the commandments.
An been special rough on the seventh.
Jest over beyond the turnip patch.
Some twenty holes yer can see.
That air q led by ch APPS who went from here
To fight gin General Lee.
They went from here bout plantn time.
They KEN back when corn was ripe.
An we buried 'em by that walnut tree
All chaps of the Deacon's stripe.
Wen cross over thar to the old mans grave.
And guess LII be gettn' then
Yet pardin. stranger. / alters unroof
At the grave o that sort o men.
I've been gassin away promiscus-like.
But now make bold ter say.
II don't foller on a mans a sneak
Cause he lives in decent way.
know some folks reck contrary wise.
An sling their ink quite free,
But they hain't got holt the right end on it.
Accordin to my idee.
An that's why I've sort O. been chippin' in.
A pleadin' the Deacon's excuse.
Fur you know we all can't be gamblers and
thieves,
An all women needn't be loose.