And laid down the baby and axed for his gin,
And dropped in a heap on the floor.

Said he, "When they fired, I kivered the kid, -
Although I ain't pretty, I'm middlin' broad;
And look! he ain't fazed by arrow nor ball, -
Thank God! my own carcase stopped them all."
Then we seen his eye glaze, and his lower jaw fall, -
And he carried his thanks to God.



THE PLEDGE AT SPUNKY POINT.



A TALE OF EARNEST EFFORT AND HUMAN PERFIDY.

It's all very well for preachin',
But preachin' and practice don't gee:
I've give the thing a fair trial,
And you can't ring it in on me.
So toddle along with your pledge, Squire,
Ef that's what you want me to sign;
Betwixt me and you, I've been thar,
And I'll not take any in mine.

A year ago last Fo'th July
A lot of the boys was here.
We all got corned and signed the pledge