POETRY.
A CREMATION ODE.
She listened with an eager ear To Joseph's declamation, And heard him long and earnestly Descant upon cremation. I want no sentiment, he said : No " lying 'neath the daisies ;" Just set my legs afire, and let The balance go to blazes. And when you go, it shall not be To molder in a socket ; I'll touch you off and let you soar To heaven like a rocket. What! burn your Susan Jane, said she, And put her in a platter? I don't just like your little game ; Now, Joe, that's what the matter. Why, then, said Jo*, I should not lose A single jot or tittle ; You're little now to be so much, Then you'd be much in little ! You'd fructify the earth, my love, And resting on its bosom, I'd smile to think that scattered 'round Were particles of Susan. Oh, do not scatter me, she cried, Nor subject me to rough knocks, But put me in your pocket, dear, Or hide me in your snuff-box. It cannot be, I'll sow you, Sue ; And then with feelings gladish, I'll smell you in the onion bed, And taste you in the radish. And so poor Susan pines and weeps : At last she knows her fate, 0 !' Joe's settled that she shall become The sweetest sweet potato.
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Globe, Volume I, Issue 65, 15 August 1874, Page 3
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