You've only got to turn,
And, you see, its bound to churn--
I can not help but please!"

The farmer pondered and scratched his head,
Reading over each mystic word.--
"Some o' the Dreamer's work!" he said--
"Ah, here's more--and name and date
In his hand-write'!"--And the good man read,--
"'Patent applied for, July third,
Eighteen hundred and forty-eight'!"
The fragment fell from his nerveless grasp--
His awed lips thrilled with the joyous gasp:
"I see the p'int to the whole concern,--
He's studied out a patent churn!"




FLORETTY'S MUSICAL CONTRIBUTION

All seemed delighted, though the elders more,
Of course, than were the children.--Thus, before
Much interchange of mirthful compliment,
The story-teller said _his_ stories "went"
(Like a bad candle) _best_ when they went _out_,--
And that some sprightly music, dashed about,
Would _wholly_ quench his "glimmer," and inspire
Far brighter lights.