Then when they was restin’ from their labors, by tyin’ 2 of ’em together by their cues, stand one opposite the other and hang close between ’em to dry, on washin’ day.

What an aristocratic thing Chiny close-line posts would be.  The only drawback that I know of is, that the confounded posts mite some day walk off with all the close.

But, sir, if they served me in that manner, I would cover the ground with broken crockery by smashin’ their old Chiny mugs for ’em.

Since you’ve awoken to notorosity, I have been studdyin’ out your family pedigree.

I find your Antsisters are connected with long hair more or less, same as you be with Chiny pig-tails.

Old SAMPSON the first’s strength, like your’n of to-day, lade in his long hair.

He could cut off more heads, and slay more Fillistians with the jaw bone of a member of Congress than the President of these U.S. can by makin’ a new deal in the Custom house department.

And, sir, I reckon about these days, we are getting rather more of that same kind of jaw bone than is healthy.

I am afrade not.

Mrs. SAMPSON worked like a kag of apple sass in hot weather, to find out where her old man’s strength was.  When she found out, what did she do?  Why, she got a pair of sheep shears and cropped him closer’n a state prison bird, and tryin’ to lift a house full of fokes, it fell onto him and smashed him.

Like LOT’S wife, she’d orter been turned into a pillow of salt, and then the pillow had orter been sewed up and cast into the sea.

Another of the SAMPSONS wouldn’t even chop off MARIAR ANTERNETTE’S head until her hair had been cut off, so he could peel her top-knot off slick and cleen.

Lookin’ back at these cheerful antsisters of your’n, it’s no wonder you go in for long haired labor.  It runs in the SAMPSON blood.

The public is cussin’ you from DANIEL to BEEBSHEBER, because you’ve brought a lot of modern Philistines to Massachusetts.

Let ’em cus.

That’s their lay.

Your’n is, to bild up a fortin, if Poor-houses for white laborers to live in is thicker in North Adams than goose pimples on a fever and ager sufferer’s form.

As old Grandma SAMPSON cut off her old man’s long hair, so she could handle him in one of them little fireside scrimmages which we married fokes enjoy, so fokes would crop you, my hi toned old Joss stick.

But I’ve writ more’n I intended to.  I would like to have you come and make us a visit.

Bring along your wife, DELIAL.  Tell her to bring her croshay work.

Mrs. GREEN is interestin’ company among wimmen.

What MARIAR don’t know about her nabors, don’t happen.

Then her veel pot-pies and ingin puddins are just rats.

She can nock the spots off from any woman who wears a waterfall, gettin’ up a good square meal.

Anser soon, and don’t forget to pay your own postige.