Letter Sent to Master Timmy Dwight
Master Timmy brisk and airy Blythe as Oberon the fairy On thy head thy cousin wishes Thousand and ten thousand blisses. Never may thy wicket ball In a well or puddle fall; Or thy
Apostrophe
Of RISPAH. (who had been the concubine of King SAUL) when DAVID hanged her children, because their father had done amiss. From morn to eve from eve to rosy morn, On this bleak rock
Account of a Visit From ST. Nicholas
“Twas the night before Christmas, when all thro’ the house, Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Nicholas soon
The Procession
The legislators pass along A solemn, self-important throng! Just raised from the common mass, They feel themselves another class. But let them in the sunshine play For every dog must have his day. There
On my Sister Joanna's Entrance into Her 33rd Year
On this thy natal day permit a friend – A brother – with thy joys his own to blend: In all gladness he would wish to share As willing in thy griefs a part
Acrostic Eliza Hughes
E v’ry grace in her combine, L ove and truth and friendship join, I n one source without reserve, Z ealous all her friends to serve, A nd diffuse true harmony. H appy nymph
Dialogue
Children Pray dearest mother if you please Cut up your double-curded cheese, The oldest of the brotherhood. It’s ripe, no doubt and nicely good! Your reputation will rise treble As we the lucious morsel