Connecticut western news., 1878-10-09

And stock It well with brains? Too many ladies have Meir faults,
 So much that's false they wear, False color on their pallid cheeks,
 False bosom, teeth and hair. And down in old Connecticut
 Where clans and oysters breed, They've tip-top wooden nutmegs made And bass-wood ''punkin' seed. The time is coming, men will see,
 honestly declare,
 Aerial ships with rapid speed,
 A sailing through the air. What is there Yankees can't invent l verify believe
 They'll conjure up some strange device To help us eat and breathe. Our country is a vast domain,
 Few nations will compare, Fruits, grains and esculents abound, There's plenty everywhere. From old Atlantic's stormy coast,
 The watchword, still, is oni To great and vast Pacific's slope,
 Where rolls the Oregon. The broad Savannahs of the South,
 Are thick with cotton strewn, Der Texas range of fertile plains, Vast herds of cattle roam In Mississippi's valley, broad,
 The rolling prairies spread; Where cereals grow luxuriant
 For making beef and bread. Vast range ofmountains, amply stocked With gold and silver ore, Vast fields of coal; and oil from earth 8 Deep fountains does outpour. From gold and silver platters, let
 The purse-proud nabobs dine, And from their crystal goblets, quaf
 Their whiskey and their wine. There's nothing like the water bright, Plain food and Berkshire air, To send rich blood through swelling
 Our systems to repair. tveins, In politics we're run aground,
 The people all afoat, If honest candidates be found,
 For them don't fail to vote. Choose men who engineer no rings,
 And have few selfish flaws, Men honest, staunch and true, we need To make the nations laws The politicians, muddled, are,
 And much vexation show, For greenbacks some are crying loud, And some for hardpan go. There's too much wrangling for the That truth is very plain [spoils, And office-seekers troubled sore
 With office on the brain. They get aboard the ship of State,
 And fight through thick and thin, And if by chance one gets kicked out, Another scrambles in. High taxes and financial wrecks,
 They make the country reel, It is high time, the farmels put
 Their shoulders to the wheel. More farmers choose to govern State, And route each treacherous man, And put us on basis, where
 We can with safety stapd. But nothing should so intefere,
 With business farms require, That few improvements will be made, And such as men admire. Some neat and tasty plot of ground,
 Should mark each farmers home, Not like deep-sodded, dismal walks
 Of ancient Greece and Rome. And buildings picturesque and neat,
 Out-buildings to conform, And spacious barns, peat, tasty. warm, To shelter stock from storm. Old ws-n-out farms, poor, hilly, rough, In Berkshire may be found By men of nerve they'll be restored, And fruitful crops abound. Old Berkshire's rock-ribbed hills,
 And mountain ranges grand, In gorgeous beauty all arrayed,
 In silent grandeur stand. And green clothed valleys, meadows, High-cultured, fertile plains. [vales, With Syloam landscape dotted over, And peace and plenty reigns. An, good old Berkshire after all, Ifo'er the world one roams, He ne'er will see it's like again,
 Such neat and tasty homes. Such thrift, and wealth, and enterprise, Such nobleness of mlnd, Such towering intellects, withal, So cultured and refined. Then let us all contented be,
 And say: Gods will be done," And wait. and work, watch and pray, That soon the time will come When nations shall learn war no more, Till homes with groans and tears, When swords to plowshares shall be To pruning-hooks, our spears. [turned When man his fruits shall freely eat, Not dreaming of hard times, AS costly he sits beneath His fig tree and his vine. And then, when king of terrors comes, Then souls, uplifted. rise, To dwell in house not made with hands, | A mansion in the skies.
 STATE NEWS. case of Edwin Hoyt, recently sen- be hung at Bridgeport, will be car ;he supreme court of errors. ]. Moore, the Bridgeport pedestrian, night completed his walk against time.