The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1879-01-11

OLD MARYLAND MANNERS.
&" A merry hear: doe,h good
Like a medicine.

standing in an old hall III old Annapolis
And pray who was William Farris ?-th,
maker of this stately time piece that it
measured cadence still records the creep
ing hours, marking the day Of the month
and showing the phases Of the moon by tn,
appearance and disappearance of that evel
iubicund and amiable countenance which
in obedience to the mysterious mechauis M
peers over and lodges behind the dial-plate
with lunar punctuality.
He must needs have been an oddity. Ths
only record OF his life, his will in rhyme
turns up from the dusty pigeon hole of q
dead lawyers office -desk, legally Endorsed
Nv. Farris, wal CHI maker at Annapo
lis &aryla his will. by Mis-.
Charlotte Hes-lius, first wife of Thoma.
Jennings Johnson, Esq, and daughter VI
Heselius, the portrait Inner"
We quote as follows:
Then, give and bequeath to my loving
wife.
In case she's widow the rest of her life,
The plates, Spoons aud dishes, pots, kettle.
ana tables,
With the red aud white cow that inhabits
the stables.
The landscape. and Judith " that hangs
on the wall.
Aud the musical clock hind the door in
the hall.
Ny buckles and cane to son William give
And no more, because he's got substance
to live,
His road took care in his youth to instruct
him,
The say i, myself princess might trust
him.
The dog grew uugrateful, set up for him
self,
And at Norfolk, they say, he has plenty of
Since he's gone away twill be best for his
brother.
give HyAm his portion to comfort his
mother,
All the tools in my shop to said Hyam
And, il he minds work, he'll make out to
Ny coat. which l turned, is a very good
And may serve many years to parade in the
Twill be good As ever if he take my ad.
vice,
And the buttons Of silver will make it look
nice,
The place in the back, which is creased by
my club"
Would como out if he'd take good care to
rub
1t with soap aud with brush or good spirits
of wipe
Which will freshen the cloth and make il
look fine.
The coat he must wear with my corduroy
breeches
When Abbey has given them few odd lit
tie stitches.
And Alb will be kind, know. to her brother
Because he's the favourite of me and his
mother.
A pair Of silk hose had when boy
l intend shall! be his; twill give him much
To own these said hose he has begged for
so often.
But they ne'er shall DO his till I'm safe in
ny coffin.
had always mind to give them to Saint
Till he. like fool, turned Methodist quaint.
! swore at the time be never should have
them;
And | know Saint would sear, the other
would sdre EN-.
For the reasons here mentioned leave them
TO lily
To wear If he pleases when walking is dry.
To my son. Charles Farris, | leave aud be
queAth
My watch and bird organ, and also leave
To said son, as he pleases, black ring or
pin;
There are two ready made which I'm sure
would suit him,
They're the first that made, rather clum.
silly dona,
But good, in all conscience, enough for nv
son.
The teeth he may have, rather curiously
strung,
Every tooth that I've drawn since the time
was young;
Six pair Of thread stockings; two cotton,
100 yarn;
That my wife, poor, dear woman, sat UP
all night to darn.
These will last him, With care, a very grea,
while
And so ON money he'll save to make the pot
To Saint Farris, my son, who is now on the
will that he has any roots that he please:
All my garden utensils; Swift's Polite Con
vsrsa,ions;'
And ] wish he ID leave sea to live with his
relations.
/ know all their minds, and they all love
poor Saint,
And his brother has promised to teach him
To pant.
The History of China and Swift, some
times lend,
When your business or pleasure requires, a
friend;
Such acts. my dear children, / very well
Are Of much greater service than making
foe.
Thank God. I've but two that hate from
my heart,
And, as Ill luck would have it, they're not
far apart.
I've the greatest dislike-G God forgive me
the sin
But indeed there's no bearing that old Al.
Ian Quinn.
There's another hate bad as Quinn for
the fraud
That his heart is so full Of, that is iona.
than Todd.
This sin, as die, hope wi i'll be forgiven;
Or else am sure shall ne or get to heaven
Ny sons, II you heed ma, beware OF such
friends;
They'll destroy all you're worth, if they
have but the means.
To Nancy. the darling Of me and my wife.
give aud bequeath the spinn-t fer lie.
Once ] thought sh0 would play with the
neip Of master,
But, 1t grieves me to say, she learned no,
bit faster.
Harry woodcock | trusted to teach her q
play,
But soon found iva. money and tim,
thrown away;
Go she did what was right, made me saw,
all my pelf,
And picked out a tune here and there b,
herself.
Ali the town knows that Harry's a yer,
great liar
And music from ham she could never &C
quire.
Wha; time there has been for his max d.
Of money!
Lik puppy he's missed it, like a pupp,
he's funny;
Poor devil, sometimes, in the Iaii.t Of :
gloom,
For dinner he's forced to play the huf
foop;
But still like old Woodcock, | VOW auc
declare;