FOR the PORTLAND GAZETTE.

FATHER AND SON;


OR,
DICK 0UTHYTTED.
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REMOTE from fplendour, livd Of late,
In humble, but in decent fate,
An honef Farmer, known 10 MANY,
Well ikilFd to fave, and turn penny
His Wife, as frugal as himlelf,
Increas'd their little (tore OF wealth,
And bleis'd with children. pigs and geele,
Nought could, it feem' d, diiturb his peace
Bat aged grown, the charms of life
Had faded, with his blooming Wife,
And much he wiihd, his latter days,
To pals IN cafe, and prayer, and praife:
And therefore told his favorite Dick,
That he, of care and toll, was iick,
AS buinefs almoft crazd his pate,
He meant TO give him the eltate
Provided he would fully prove
His gratitude and flial love,
Support his parents, and engage
10 tooth the pillow of their age
Dick thank'd his Sire with grateful heart,
He proms'd to perform his part,
And him, with reverence obey,


Till death fhould fummon him AWAY.
Now fcenes OF plenty and delight,
Now open'd to his eager fight,
Hope promis'd fair, that plealure's rays
Would gild the Evening of his days.
But anxious, he determin'd foon,
Completely, to iecure the boom
Quoth Dick. It's folly to delay,
Wen clofe the bargain, Sir, to day,
And foon TO juitice J-s repair,
Decrepit, you fhall ride the Mare
Well mounted new, the aged Don
Rides flowly on, befide his fon,
Who, trudging merrily along,
Regales his father with fong.
Arriv'd at houle of Juitice, quick,
The Sire difmoHnts, by help Of Dick;
His Honor found, they fate the cafe,
He hears them, with fober face,
And (oon, with help Of ufuaI fee.
Completes Bond and Warrantee
Forms now comply'd with, bufnefs done
To iuit the Sire, as well as Son,
They homeward Jog "a certain pride
Whfper'd to Dick, he ought to ride,
Twas clowniih thus, to tradge along,
Delpis'd by all the gaping throng-
On which, with magilterial air,
He bids his Father quit the Mare,
Affirming, now the Farm was his,
He'd do, IN future, what he pleas d.
Surpris'd, the Sire rebuk'd his fon,
Thus faucy and imperious grown.
But all in vain, Dick roundIy fwere
He'd be his Fathers fave no more.
The Sire difmounts, and hobbies on,
The Mare bears off the hopeful fon,
AT length, the Father reaches home,
Extremely lame and weary grown.
When Night came on, by Evening fire,
Dick met again his injur'd Sire,
Who, quite good natur'd, told his fon,
There was flaw in whai was done,
And had he took the 1ightclt heed,
He'd found an error in the Deed;
The lately purchas'd turniP Lot,
The Squire, I.apprehend, forgot
Go fetch the Deed, we'll now inlert it,
Afiuredly, it cannot hurt it
Dick brings the Deed, the careful Sire
Throws all the writings in the fire,
Then turns TO Dick, with cheerful air,
Who now, nay Son, will ride the Mare


SIMON AcQULLDRIVER
Y. I. Dee 25iJ, 1906.