the statue to the State of Massachusetts, so as to have an inducement for the Governor to attend the dedication. Whittier's play on this fact is in the best vein of his drollery. The statue is of dark bronze, and this gave a chance for his amusing reference to the Kingston Democrats, whom he imagined as coming across the state line to attend the celebration. Dr. Bartlett was buried in their town. Professor J. W. Churchill, of Andover, one of the "heretics" of the Seminary, was to read the poem. The other persons named were eccentric characters well known in Amesbury:-- MY DOUBLE I 'm in Amesbury, not at Oak Knoll; 'T is my double here you see: _I 'm_ sitting on the platform, Where the programme places me-- Where the women nudge each other, And point me out and say: "That 's the man who makes the verses-- My! how old he is and gray!" I hear the crackers popping, I hear the bass drums throb; I sit at Boynton's right hand, And help him boss the job. And like the great stone giant Dug out of Cardiff mire, We lift our man of metal, And resurrect Josiah! Around, the Hampshire Democrats Stand looking glum and grim,-- "_That thing_ the Kingston doctor! Do you call _that critter_ him? "The pesky Black Republicans Have gone and changed his figure; We buried him a white man-- They've dug him up a nigger!" I hear the wild winds rushing From Boynton's limber jaws, Swift as his railroad bicycle, And buzzing like his saws! But Hiram the wise is explaining It 's only an old oration Of Ginger-Pop Emmons, come down By way of undulation! Then Jacob, the vehicle-maker, Comes forward to inquire If Governor Ames will relieve the town Of the care of old Josiah. And the Governor says: "If Amesbury can't Take care of its own town charge, The State, I suppose, must do it, And keep him from runnin' at large!" Then rises the orator Robert, Recounting with grave precision The tale of the great Declaration, And the claims of his brother physician. Both doctors, and both Congressmen, Tall and straight, you 'd scarce know which is The live man, and which is the image, Except by their trousers and breeches! Then when the Andover "heretic" Reads the rhymes I dared not utter, I fancy Josiah is scowling, And his bronze lips seem to mutter: "Dry up! and stop your nonsense! The Lord who in His mercies Once saved me from the Tories, Preserve me now from verses!" Bad taste in the old Continental! Whose knowledge of verse was at best John Rogers' farewell to his wife and Nine children and one at the breast!