The Newtown bee., 1893-06-09
Around the Preside.
GILES coREY's DREAM.

GILES CoREY's DREAM. A BALLAp-sUrposEp TO BE WRITTEN IN 16 tThe following balla was read at the G written by Fitch Poole, Esq. Giles Corey lay in salem Gaol-
 A Stubborn Wizard he; Dame Corey slumbered by his side,-
 A guilty Witch was she, And as they lay, one Sunday morn,
 All in their place of Shame, Giles Corey had a troubled Dream,
 And told it to his Dame. "My Goodwife dear, I've dreamed Dream All through ye livelong Night. And Coming Things were shewn to me,
 In Vision clear and bright. dreamed Hundred Years were past, And Sixty more were gone. And then I stood living Man
 Alas: stood alone was among strange Phantoms there.
 No living soul I knew And you will hardly wonder Dame,
 Twas Eighteen Fifty-Two." Quoth She, 'tDear Giles, what did you see In that far distant Dave? Your dreaming Thoughts I long to heare, Come tell me now pray.'' "My Dear Goodwyfe, I'll tell my Dream, If you will patient heare, How Specters strange did stare at me, And loudly laugh and jeere. At length ghost of pleasant mien
 Did listen to my Story; I saved, I'm called Wizard Man, My name is Goodman Corey. l told him was doomed to Dye
 By hanging or by Pressing; The mode-it all depended on
 My silence or confessing." "In Salem Village once," he sayde,
 'Such deeds they did allowe, That dark Delusions had its Daye,
 And men are wiser now. "You stand," sayde he, "upon ye spot So sadly known to Fame; No longer is it Salem called,
 But Danvers is sis Name" "Ahar' sayde I, Ctwas in my Dreamy I'll see this altered Place, long at once to look upon
 This boasted wiser Race. travelled North to Blind Hole Swamp, The Fields were bright and gay; From Skplfnnss NeeL- n Vale then pursued my Way. As on rosmed in eager Haste,
 With ardent Hope and wishfull, Too soon tounde my wandering Feet
 Quite in ye Devils Dishtulle. Here Collins came, and must own
 At first in Terrour bounde me; Ispake them fair and bade then come And gather quick around me. Full soon saw that had come
 Amongst Race ot Witches; For every Man looked upon
 Was destitute Of Breeches;" "Fye, Oh Fye," sayde Goodey Corey,
 (And sharply spake ye Dame) "That you should look upon them thus blush for very shame" Pray heare me out, impatient Wyte,
 For know-these Wizard Coons- Although they had no breechsS on,
 Were clothed with Pantaloons. And ah, how queer ye women looked, 'Twould waken your Compassion To see what awkward Clothes they wore, So strangely out of Fashion. looked upon ye Antient Men
 No toothless gums had they Their aged Heads were never bald
 Their Hair was seldom gray" Now Martha Corey spake aloud,
 With most indignant Frown- ''I don't believe word you save
 About this Danvers Towne.' Her Goodman sayde, with quiet Tone,
 GA pleasant speech had he,) "Remember, Dame, Dreamed of this,
 It thus appeared to me. saw man pull all. his Teeth,
 It took him but minute; He oped his Mouth and Put them back thought the deuce was in it! A limping Man had lost Leg,
 A wooden one had he; To tell which leg the man had lost
 Was quite too much for me. I saw man cut of a Limb,
 The Surgeons knife all gory, But yet the Patient felt no paine"
 "'Tis alsei"-sayde Goody Corey. "'Twas in my Dream saw it, Dame,
 saw him take ye Stitches, And then knew I'd fell among
 k of,, I met man who'd lost an Eye
 And chose to have another He bought one at ye nearest Shop,
 Just like it's living brother. had a raging Tooth to draw,
 (To you twill seem Fable) went to sleep-and then awoke,
 And fouud it on ye Table" "I don't believe word you saye,"
 Saved faithless Goody Corey "Just show this Molar Tooth to me,
 And I'll believe your story.'' Quoth Giles unto his wyfe againe,
 "'Tis thus to me it seems; How often have told you, Dame,
 Twas in ye Land of Dreams. looked upon this Wizard Race
 With still increasing wonder, They drew ye Iightnings from ye Skies And bottled up ye Thunder. They carried news by Lightning Teams, Made portraits with ye Sun, Used Cotton for their Gunpowder,
 To Charge ye sporting Gum. A magic Substance they have founde, And some ingenious Lubber Makes every thing (save Consciences) Of Patent India Rubber. To light their Homes with flaming Air The elements they torture; And hopes to get-by taking Paine's- Their Candle Light-from Water. I told them that to see the World
 had 8 strong Desire They took me off in vapory Cloud
 And Chariott of Firei Full forty Miles an Hour they go,
 By power of nought but Steam A <7 wi.