“May the mighty and great Roll in splendor and state, I envy them not, I declare it, I eat my own Lamb, My own chicken and ham, I shear my own sheep and I wear it. I have lawns, I have Bowers, I have Fruits, I have Flowers, The Lark is my morning Alarmer; So you Jolly Dogs now, Here’s God bless the plow— Long life and content to the Farmer.” One of these really artistic Farmer pitchers with this inscription and design sold at an auction in New York for only seven dollars and a half, in spite of the catalogue’s alluring description of its “having once belonged to Robert Burns.” A similar one, numbered S 32, is in the Museum of Practical Geology in London, and is also described in Mayer’s “Art of Pottery and History of its Progress in Liverpool.” Besides the design of the “Farmers’ Arms” is found that of the “Blacksmiths’ Arms,” with the motto “By Hammer and Hand all Arts do Stand;” the “Bucks’ Arms,” with stag and huntsmen, and the motto “Freedom with Innocence;” the “Bakers’ Arms,” and the motto, “Praise God for All;” the “Hatters’ Arms,” with the motto, “We Assist Each Other in Time of Need.” Many of these Liverpool pitchers have an individual interest connected with their original manufacture. They were the favorite expression of respect of ships crews to their commanders, of workmen to their employers. Such is the beautiful pitcher owned by A. M. Prentiss, Esq., bearing the motto, “Success to Henry Prentiss and his Employ, 1789.” Henry Prentiss was a Revolutionary hero, a member of the Tea Party, a wealthy Boston merchant, a large cotton manufacturer, a successful horticulturist, a man whose name brings to old residents of Boston and Cambridge the memory of many a story of his shrewdness and intelligence. S. Yendell, great-grandfather of the present Governor of Massachusetts, was similarly honored by a mammoth presentation pitcher, which is owned by Mrs. Russel, of Cambridge. It bears a print of the Columbia, on which ship Mr. Yendell sailed on the famous voyage when the Columbia River was discovered, in 1791. That does not seem very long ago! Mr. Yendell lived till 1867. To be sure, he was then the oldest man in Boston, ninety-seven years of age.