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Swett from the meetin' house steeple up to th' old perrish, an' took

James Russell Lowell

up for dead but he's alive now an' spry as wut you be. Turnin' of it

over I recelected how they ust to put wut they called Argymunce onto the

frunts of poymns, like poorches afore housen whare you could rest ye a

spell whilst you wuz concludin' whether you'd go in or nut espeshully

ware tha wuz darters, though I most allus found it the best plen to go

in fust an' think afterwards an' the gals likes it best tu. I dno as

speechis ever hez any argimunts to 'em, I never see none thet hed an' I

guess they never du but tha must allus be a B'ginnin' to everythin'

athout it is Etarnity so I'll begin rite away an' anybody may put it

afore any of his speeches ef it soots an' welcome. I don't claim no

paytent.