The San Saba news. [volume] (San Saba, Tex.) 1873-1966, 1889-03-29
A win in Rhyme.

The following is copy of an authen-
tic 'sast will and testament" of the late
Willoughby Dixey, Esq, of Bosworth
Park, Ieicestershire. 1t was proved in
Doctors Commons, August II, 1915,
and sworn under $500, 600.
IN THE NAME OF GOD. AMEN.
!, Willoughby Dixey, of Bosworth Park,
Without the aid Of scribe or clerk,
Or pettifogger of the law,
Ready to make or find the flaw,
To my sister, Eleanor. of Bourne,
est she her brother long should mourn,
The welcome news she must hear,
That give her eight hundred pounds a
year.
And also on her do fix
10 be my sole executrix.
TO sister Rosamand, whose bower
tJt happiness meier knew one hour.
twelve pence give, far more than's due
70 such sad, vexatious shrew.
o Tom Drakerley, my steward ever true,
VINO did for me all man could do.
give IN cash and notes, no little sounds,
I, he sum Of twenty thousand pounds
10 Young Drakerley, ever true,
Who did what the elder could not do,
give OF sheep five hundred head.
as good as ever Blkewel bred
10 Joe, my groom, who swore my stud
Tone were surpassed in shape or blood,
and that no knight of high degree
Gould ride horse or hunt like me;
give him all that in the stable feed
Or Craze upon the mead
To Sam, my haliff, lest ne repine,
| give my residue Of stock and kline.
My gamekeeper give of guns a stock,
e. Joe Manton, Egg and Knock,
EIe can go forth and shoot the feathered
flock;
And when am in Heaven above
BE can pursue the sport l love.
And to my servant from the ranks,
That due to me may be the thanks,
The chargers that | rode in battle;
Horses that heard the cannon's rattle
And to my brewer | do give,
Hoping that he long may live,
OF malt and hops ratuling store,
That when he's drank the ale he may brew
more
Yes, and puncheons full of fine old rum,
Flied as tight as any drum;
And as he is fellow fine,
To him l give my stock of wine
With glass, ], yes, and everything
That makes a joyous table ring.
And TO my gardener, rake and spade,
And every tool that suits his trade;
And as the poor devil needs some luck,
] give him all the fruit to pluck;
And IN the garden he W Il find some green's
Cau.ifower and kidney beans.
And to my housemaids-nO.sF crew
My chairs and tables, not a few;
Brushes and hrooms with goose wings
And every other sundIy thing.
And lest they should think me mean
I give them all they'd Leen used to clean
Now to the cook give my tea.
Some twenty pounds OF fine Bohea,
And that she NAV remember me
J give her all the good coffee.
With sugar plums and good spice,
And everything folks thinks is nice;
And lest that she should think these shams
Ny bacon do give and all the hams,
With bread and flour, and good salt meat,
And every thing that is tit to eat.
To Mary, my scuilion wench,
As good as need sits on the bench,
And though her portion is but small,
lis a that's in the servants hall,
And that her mind may be at peace,
She shall have all the kitchen grease;
And she must search well Ger each nook
For all the cook may overlook
To the old woman at the gate,
Which l have passed through Of late;
Who TO crack hazel nuts is willing,
and TO buy some / give a shilllngi
But as that will only buy few,
l give her all that in the garden grew
And as long as she doth live,
To her all the hazel nuts l give;
But il any she doth dare to sell,
The next she cracks shall he in hell.
But all I intend for her to eat,
For she viii be short of bread and meat
And only on that proposition
The nuts are hers by that condition.
And lest varlet Of mine showed repine,
To Henry, the laborer, l give my swine.
Snorters collected by great pains,
And all the store OF swill and grains,
To Mary Ann, who was my wife,
The joy and comfort of my life,
What Providence has given to me
When die I give to thee
Psted lst day Of June, 1915.
WMLoUGHBY DIxEY,
Bosworth Park, Leicestershire.