... UPON A WEDDING AT SALTNEY. A local poet has sent us the folk whig. The day is fixed, the wedding day, They've been and bought the ring, At Mrs. Lowe's, mark what I say, It fits her just thing. The morn arrives and Cupid's wed, Miss Prudence is the bride ...

... Bat half our treablesome tack was done, And done to the country’s admiring, When we heard, by Childer’s random gun, That the Whigs were still sallenly fring. and we iaid him down, ‘We shed not a tear, nor uttered 4 Nor did we pretend to be sorry : MMe Roh ...