and fit, and fit!!!!!!!!

"For miles around the noise was heard;
Folks couldn't sleep a bit,
Because them two rantankerous chaps
Still fit, and fit, and fit!!!!!!!!!

"But jist at cock-crow, suddently,
There came an awful pause,
And I and my old man run out
To ascertain the cause.

"The sun was rising in the yeast,
And lit the hull concern;
But not a sign of either chap
Was found at any turn.

"Yet, in the region where they fit,
We found, to our surprise,
One pint of buttons, two big knives,
Some whiskers, and four eyes!"

There's dramatic genius for you, my boy, and you will join me in
raining a pint or so of tears in memory of one who perished because his
mind had nothing to feed upon, and who left his bottle very empty.

Deferring for the present all account of the Mackerel strategy now
coming slowly to a head and on foot, let me relate a little incident
illustrative of the delicious loyalty of the taper women of America,
and the intolerable baseness of the repulsive object called man:

There is in this city an intensely common-place masculine from Pequog,
who has, for a wife, a small, plump member of that imperishable sex
whose eyes remind me of wild cherries and milk. There never was a nicer
little woman, my boy, and she can knit scarlet dogs, play "Norma," make
charlotte russe, and do other things equally well calculated to confer
immeasurable happiness upon a husband of limited means. Ever since the
well-known Southern Confederacy first respectfully requested to be let
alone with Sumter, she has been eager to fulfil woman's part in the
war, and does not wake up the Pequogian more than twice of a night to
talk about it.

'Twas at one o'clock on the morning of Tuesday last that she roused up
the partner of her joys and sorrows, and says she:

"Peter, I do wish you'd tell me what I can do, as a woman, for my
country."

"Go to sleep," says Peter, fiendishly.

"No, but what _can_ I do? Why wont you tell me what is really woman's
part in the war?"

"Now, see here," says Peter, sternly. "I'm having so many nights, with
the nap all worn off, over this business, that I can't stand it any
longer. Just wait till tomorrow evening, and I'll think over the matter
and tell you what really _is_ woman's part in the war."

So they both went to sleep, my boy, and all next day that little woman
wondered, as she hummed pleasantly ove