Nye and Riley's Wit and Humor — A Dose't of Blues

[Illustration] I' got no patience with blues at all!

And I ust to kindo' talk Aginst 'em, and claim, 'tel along last fall, They was none in the fambly stock;

But a nephew of mine, from Eelinoy, That visited us last year, He kindo' convinct me different While he was a-stayin' here.

Frum ever'-which-way that blues is frum, They'd tackle him ever' ways;

They'd come to him in the night, and come On Sundys, and rainy days;

They'd tackle him in corn-plantin' time, And in harvest, an airly fall, But a dose't of blues in the wintertime He 'lowed was the worst of all!

Said all diseases that ever he had-- The mumps, er the rheumatiz-- Er ever-other-day aigger's bad Purt' nigh as anything is!

-- Er a cyarbuncle, say, on the back of his neck, Er a fellon on his thumb,-- But you keep the blues away frum him, And all o' the rest could come!

And he'd moan, "they's narry a leaf below!

Ner a spear o' grass in sight!

And the whole wood-pile's clean under snow!

And the days is dark as night!

And you can't go out--ner you can't stay in-- Lay down--stand up--ner set!"

And a case o' reguller tyfoid blues Would double him jest clean shet!

I writ his parents a postal-kyard He could stay 'tel spring-time come;

And Aprile first, as I rickollect, Was the day we shipped him home.

Most o' his relatives, sence then, Has either give up, er quit, Er jest died off, but I understand _He's_ the same old color yit!

Wanted, a Fox SLIPPERY ELMHURST,}

STATEN ISLAND, July 18, 1888. }