A ComicaI sold whip.''
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ComicaI +" Old Whips


JOSEPH WHEAT--Taking a turn the
other day down the railroad track, and COM
ing up the hillnear the old Buffers tavern, the
name of Joseph Wheat "cooper, bacon Gu
rer, and town crier," came to mind, who
once had a habitaton and name y in
Concord, and was not unknown in the re-
gion round about. Wheat dwelt upon the
hillside between the tavern and the inter-
vale, and was man of varied gifts He
had something to do with stage business,
in the early history Of that mode of fpublic
conveyance. His first display in that de-
partmeut was upon the road between AM
herst and Nashua and after removing to
Concord, he established line hence to
Boston that is, if couple of old horses
and broken down covered wagon could
be termed a line-occupying week in a
trip down and back. He also figured on an
occasion of which we have q faint remem-
brance: driving the horses which drew the
Little Belt through Main street, Of a
Fourth Of July, somewhere about the year
1911.


An examination Of papers printed in Con-
cord thirty years ago, would bring to light
Wheat's operations in other labor than max
ing barrels, curing bacon or driving stage
teams for in that department of literature
called making verses, Wheat was something
of dabster in his way. In default Of files
ofpapers, from which to gather what we are
certain can be found in profusion, we have
had recourse to the memory of an acquain-
tance OF ours-a memory seldom at fault.
On occasion Of the marriage Of a citizen Of Con-


cord, during cold ,oeek in winter.
"As walked out the other day,
Through Concord street took my way:
] saw sight thought quite rare
HILL walk out to take the AVER.
And now, since EARTH and AIR have met to-


gether,


think there'l be change of weather"


He was employed on one occasion to 20
with a neighbor in search Of soldier who
had deserted from the service of the u. S.,
and came near involving himself in trouble
too deep for easy extrication. We recol-
lect he perpetrated some verses after his re-
turn to town, only two or three lines of
which, however, are in remembrance, al
though there was row of stanzas long as
a tantem team


81. left my shop and tools to rust,


And on this Willey's word did trust,
And straight to Mortified took my way.


Wheat carried his propensity for making
verses even into his advertisements, thus
my advice to farmers all


Is-pick your apples as they fall;
And if your cider's pure and sweet,


Buy new casks of JOSEPH WHEAT"
He removed from Concord long while
ago, to Charleston, Mass, where, we are
told, he pursued the diversified occupation
of " cooper, bacon curer, and town crier,".
and SONS two or three years since rested
from his labors, and went whence no ira
weller returns ~ II. Statesman.


