CONTENTS. PAGE. No. I.-A Letter from Mr. Ezekiel Biglow of Jaalam to the Hon. Joseph T. Buckingham, Editor of the Boston Courier, inclosing a Poem of his No. II.- A Letter from Mr. Hosea Biglow. to the Hon. J. T. Buckingham, Editor of the Boston Cou- rier, covering a Letter from Mr. B. Sawin, Pri- vate in the Massachusetts Regiment, No. III.— What Mr. Robinson thinks,. No. IV.- Remarks of Increase D. O'Phace, Esquire, at an Extrumpery Caucus in State Street, rc- No, V.- The Debate in the Sennit. Sot to a Nusry dency in Answer to suttin Questions proposed by Mr. Hosea Biglow, inclosed in a Note from Mr. Biglow to S. H. Gay, Esq., Editor of the National Anti-slavery Standard,.. 214 No. VIII.-A Second Letter from B. Sawin, Esq.,.. 225 No. IX.--A Third Letter from B. Sawin, Esq.,. 243 GLOSSARY,.. 261 INDEX,. 267 10 VOL. II. : THE BIGLOW PAPERS. No. I. A LETTER FROM MR. EZEKIEL BIGLOW OF JAALAM TO THE HON. JOSEPH T. BUCKINGHAM, EDITOR OF THE BOSTON COURIER, INCLOSING A POEM OF HIS SON, MR. HOSEA BIGLOW. JAYLEM, june 1846. MISTER EDDYTER:- Our Hosea wuz down to Boston last week, and he see a cruetin Sarjunt a struttin round as popler as a hen with 1 chicking, with 2 fellers a drummin and fifin arter him like all nater. the sarjunt he thout Hosea hedn't gut his i teeth cut cos he looked a kindo's though he'd jest com down, so he cal'lated to hook him in, but Hosy woodn't take none o' his sarse for all he hed much as 20 Rooster's tales stuck onto his hat and eenamost enuf brass a bobbin up and down on his a shoulders and figureed onto his coat and trousis, let alone wut nater hed sot in his featers, to make a 6 pounder out on. wal, Hosea he com home considerabal riled, and arter I'd gone to bed I heern Him a thrashin round like a short-tailed Bull in fli-time. The old Woman ses she to me ses she, Zekle, ses she, our Hosee's gut the chollery suthin anuther ses she, don't you Bee skeered, ses I, he's oney amakin pottery * ses i, he's ollers on hand at that ere busynes like Da & martin, and shure enuf, cum mornin, Hosy he cum down stares full chizzle, hare on eend and cote tales flyin, and sot rite of to go reed his varses to Parson Wilbur bein he haint aney grate shows o’ book larnin himself, bimeby he cum back and sed the parson wuz dreffle tickled with 'em as i hoop you will Be, and said they wuz True grit. Hosea ses taint hardly fair to call 'em hisn now, cos the parson kind o' slicked off sum o' the last varses, but he told Hosee he didnt want to put his orë in to tetch to the Rest on 'em, bein they wuz verry well As thay wuz, and then Hosy ses he sed suthin a nuther about Simplex Mundishes or sum sech feller, but I guess Hosea kind o’ didn't hear him, for I never hearn o' nobody o' that name in this villadge, and I've lived here man and boy 76 * year cum next tater diggin, and thair aint no wheres a kitting spryer ’n I be. * Aut insanit, aut versos facit.-H. W. If you print 'em I wish you'd jest let folks know who hosy's father is, cos my ant Keziah used to say it's nater to be curus ses she, she aint livin though and he's a likely kind o’lad. EZEKIEL BIGLOW. Thrash away, you'll hev to rattle On them kittle-drums o' yourn,- Thet is ketched with mouldy corn; Let folks see how spry you be,- Fore you git ahold o'me! Thet air flag's a leetle rotten, Hope it aint your Sunday's best ;- To stuff out a soger's chest : Ef you must wear humps like these, It would du ez slick ez grease. They're a dreffle graspin' set, Wen they want their irons het; But my narves it kind o' grates, O’them nigger-drivin' States. |