 were just as strong as the thills,
    And the floor was just as strong as the sills,
    And the panels just as strong as the floor,
    And the whippletree neither less nor more,
    And the back-crossbar as strong as the fore,
    And spring and axle and hub encore.
    And yet, as a whole, it is past a doubt
    In another hour it will be worn out!

    First of November, ’Fifty-five!
    This morning the parson takes a drive.
    Now, small boys, get out of the way!
    Here comes the wonderful one-hoss shay,
    Drawn by a rat-tailed, ewe-necked bay.
    “Huddup!” said the parson.--Off went they.
    The parson was working his Sunday text--
    Had got to fifthly, and stopped perplexed
    At what the--Moses--was coming next.
    All at once the horse stood still
    Close by the meet’n’-house on the hill.
   --First a shiver, and then a thrill,
    Then something decidedly like a spill,
    And the parson was sitting upon a rock
    At half-past nine by the meet’n’-house clock--
    Just the hour of the Earthquake-shock!
   --What do you think the parson found,
    When he got up and stared around?
    The poor old chaise in a heap or mound,
    As if it had been to the mill and ground!
    You see, of course, if you’re not a dunce,
    How it went to pieces all at once--
    All at once, and nothing first--
    Just as bubbles do when they burst.

    End of the wonderful one-hoss shay.
    Logic is logic. That’s all I say.
         --OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES.

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    Have more than thou showest,
    Speak less than thou knowest,
    Lend less than thou owest.
         --Shakespeare.




        WILLIAM TELL AND HIS SON


The sun already shone brightly as William Tell entered the town of

were just as strong as the thills, 
     And the floor was barely equally strong as the sills, 
     And the panel precisely as strong as the floor, 
     And the whiffletree neither less nor more, 
     And the back - crossbar as strong as the bow, 
     And give and axle and hub encore. 
     And yet, as a whole, it is past a doubt 
     In another hour it will be wear out! 

     First of November, ’ Fifty - five! 
     This morning the parson takes a drive. 
     Now, minor boys, get out of the way! 
     Here come the wonderful one - hoss shay, 
     Drawn by a rat - tailed, ewe - neck bay. 
     “ Huddup! ” read the parson.--Off went they. 
     The parson was working his Sunday text-- 
     Had catch to fifthly, and stopped perplexed 
     At what the -- Moses -- was coming next. 
     All at once the horse stood however 
     Close by the meet’n’-house on the hill. 
    --First a shiver, and then a thrill, 
     Then something decidedly like a spill, 
     And the parson was sitting upon a rock 
     At half - past nine by the meet’n’-house clock-- 
     Just the hour of the Earthquake - shock! 
    --What do you remember the parson found, 
     When he catch up and star around? 
     The poor old chaise longue in a heap or mound, 
     As if it had been to the factory and ground! 
     You see, of path, if you ’re not a dunce, 
     How it went to pieces all at once-- 
     All at once, and nothing first-- 
     Just as bubbles do when they burst. 

     conclusion of the wonderful one - hoss shay. 
     Logic is logic. That ’s all I say. 
          --OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES. 

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     Have more than thou showest, 
     Speak less than thou knowest, 
     Lend less than thou owest. 
          --Shakespeare. 




         WILLIAM TELL AND HIS SON 


 The sunlight already shone brilliantly as William Tell accede the town of
 wege just as strong as the thills,
    And jhw flooc was jhst as sgrong as the sills,
    And thx pabels hust as strong as the wloor,
    Wnd the qhipkletree neither lxas nor more,
    And vhe back-crossbat as strong ds the fore,
    Avd spring and axle and hub encore.
    Wnd yet, ad a whole, it if paxe a soubt
    In another hour it will bs worn mut!

    First pf November, ’Fifty-five!
    Tjis lorning the parson takes a druve.
    Now, small coys, get olc of the wai!
    Here comes the wonderful ond-hoss shay,
    Dtcqn hi a rat-tailev, ewe-nvcked bay.
    “Mlddup!” sdid the parson.--Off wenb theb.
    The parson was workiig his Sunday text--
    Had got tk fifthly, and stoppwd petplexad
    At whzt tge--Mosed--waa coming nsxt.
    All qt once the horse suooq still
    Cloae by ehq meet’n’-house on the hill.
   --First a shivtr, ans then a thrill,
    Then something decidedly pike a spyll,
    And the parson was sitting upon a rock
    Dt hamw-pawt vunf by the meet’n’-house clock--
    Just the hour of fht Esrthquake-shock!
   --What do uok yrink the parsun fouus,
    When he got up wnd stated ariund?
    Tre ppor old chaise in a heap or mound,
    As uf it had been to che mill and groond!
    You see, of course, if yuu’re not a duncf,
    How jg went to pieces alk dt once--
    All at once, and nothing hirst--
    Jusg as bubblqs do when they burst.

    End of thf wonberfun one-hoss dhay.
    Logic is logic. That’s all I say.
         --MLINER WENDEJL HOKMES.

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    Have mkre thai thou showeft,
    Speak lads than thou knowest,
    Oend less tfxn thou owest.
         --Skckespeare.




        WILLIAM TEKL XHD HIS SON


The sbu qlready shone btigftlr ws Wynliam Tell etterdd gne todn of

were just as strong as the thills, floor just as as the sills, strong the floor, And whippletree neither less more, And the back-crossbar as strong the fore, And spring and axle and hub encore. And yet, as a it is past a doubt In another hour it will be worn out! of ’Fifty-five! morning parson takes a drive. Now, small boys, get out of the way! Here comes the wonderful shay, Drawn by a rat-tailed, ewe-necked bay. “Huddup!” the parson.--Off went they. parson was working his Sunday Had to fifthly, stopped At the--Moses--was coming next. at once the horse stood still Close by the meet’n’-house on the hill. --First a shiver, and a thrill, decidedly like spill, the was sitting upon At half-past nine by the meet’n’-house hour of the Earthquake-shock! --What do you think parson found, he got up and stared around? poor old chaise in a heap or mound, if it had been to the mill and ground! You see, of course, if you’re dunce, How it went pieces all at All once, nothing Just as do when they burst. End of the wonderful one-hoss shay. Logic logic. That’s all I say. --OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES. * * * more than thou Speak less than thou Lend than thou owest. --Shakespeare. AND SON shone as Tell entered the town
 were just as strong as the thilLs,
    And the flOor waS juSt aS sTronG as tHe sills,
    And the pANels Just as strong as the floor,
    and thE wHIpplETrEe neiTher lesS NoR MOre,
    anD tHe bAcK-CrOssbaR as Strong aS the fore,
    AnD spRiNg and axle and HUb Encore.
    And yEt, aS a whole, it is pAst A doubt
    in AnoTHer hoUr iT will Be worn OUt!

    FirsT of NovembEr, ’fIfty-fiVE!
    This moRNInG the Parson takes a drive.
    nOw, SMall boys, get out Of the wAy!
    hErE COmeS thE wonderful OnE-hoss SHay,
    DrawN By A RAT-taILed, ewe-necked bAy.
    “Huddup!” saiD The Parson.--ofF weNT they.
    THe parSoN Was Working his SUndaY text--
    Had gOt to fiFThly, and STopped pErplexEd
    AT whAt thE--moSeS--waS cOMinG NeXt.
    ALL at Once the hOrSe Stood StilL
    cLOSe by The Meet’N’-housE on the hill.
   --FirSt a ShivER, anD then A thriLl,
    ThEn SometHing deCidedLy Like a spill,
    And thE parSon was sitTinG uPon A rOck
    At HAlf-pasT niNe bY the meeT’n’-house CLocK--
    JUST ThE hour of the EarthquaKe-SHOcK!
   --What do yOu thinK ThE pARson founD,
    WHen He goT UP and sTareD ArOund?
    The pOor old CHaIsE in a heaP oR mound,
    as If iT haD been TO the Mill anD ground!
    YOu see, OF course, if you’re NOt a dunce,
    How it WEnT TO pIEces All At once--
    All at Once, ANd noThinG FiRst--
    jUst as BubblEs DO wHEn they burst.

    End of the WoNderfuL one-hOss shay.
    Logic iS logic. That’S ALL I say.
         --OLIvER WenDelL HOLMES.

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    Have moRe thaN thou showeST,
    Speak leSs thaN thou knoWest,
    Lend lESS than thoU owEst.
         --shaKesPEArE.




        WILLIAM TELL And hIS SoN


the sun aLreAdy shonE brIghTly As WIlLiam Tell eNtered thE tOwN oF

 were just as strong as th e thills,    A ndthe  f loor  was  just as stron g  asthe sills,
    And the  pane ls just as  stro ng as t h ef l oor ,   A nd th e whi ppl etree n either les s n or  more,
    A n dthe back-c ros sbar as stro ngas the  f ore , 
   And  spri ng and axle a nd hub en co r e.
  And yet , as  a w hole, it is pasta  d o ubt
    In ano ther h ou r  i t wil l b e worn out !
   F irst of No v e m ber ,  ’Fifty-five! 
    This m o rni ng the  p ars o n take s a d ri v e.    Now, sm allboys, get  out o f  the wa y !
    H ere co mes  th e wo n de rf ulon e -ho s ssha y ,
   Drawn  b ya rat -tai l e d ,  ewe -ne cked  bay. 
    “Huddup! ” s aidt heparso n.--O ff w en t the y.
   Thepa rson was workin g hi s Sundaytex t- -
  Hadg ot tofif thl y, andstopped per pl e x e d    At what the--M os e s -- was comi ng nex t .  All aton cetheh o rse s tood st ill
   Closeb yth e meet’ n’ -house  o n t hehill.    - -First  a shive r, an d  then a thrill , 
    Then som e th i n gd ecid edl y like a sp ill,    Andt he  pa r son w as si tt i ng upon a rock
    Atha lf-pas t nin e by the meet ’n’-housec l o ck--
   Jus t  t h e hour of theEarth quake-shoc k !
   --W hat d o you th ink the p a r son foun d,   Wh enh e  g ot up and sta r e d ar ou nd?
   Th e poorold  ch ais e i na heap or  mound,  As  i f i t had been toth e m il l a nd gr o und!
   Yo u se e,  o f  co urse, i f  y o u ’reno ta du nce ,    H ow i t  we nt to p ieces all  at once -- 
   Allat once, andno thing firs t- -
   Jus t as bubbl es do when they burst.    End  of  thewond erful one -ho ss sha y.   Log ic islogic .Tha t ’ s all I  s ay. 
        -- O L IVE R WEN DE LL H OLMES.
       *       *    *       *     *  Ha v em ore  t h ant h ou showest,
   Speak les st ha n thou kno w est ,    Len d lessthant hou owe st.
        --Sha ke spea r e .



       WILLIAM  TELL AND HIS S O N

The  su n alre ad y s honebright l y a s Wil liam T el l ente red t he  town of 

 were_just as_strong as the thills,
_ __And the_floor_was just as_strong as the_sills,
   _And the panels_just_as strong as the floor,
    And the whippletree neither less nor_more,
_ __And_the back-crossbar as strong as_the fore,
   _And spring_and axle and hub encore.
   _And_yet, as a_whole, it is past a doubt
   _In another hour it will be_worn out!

 ___First of November, ’Fifty-five!
_   This morning the_parson takes a drive.
  _ Now, small boys, get out of_the way!
    Here_comes the wonderful one-hoss shay,
_ _ Drawn by a rat-tailed,_ewe-necked bay.
 _ _“Huddup!” said the_parson.--Off went they.
   _The parson was_working his Sunday text--
  __Had got to_fifthly,_and_stopped perplexed
_  _At_what the--Moses--was_coming_next.
    All at_once_the horse stood still
   _Close by the meet’n’-house_on_the hill.
  _--First a shiver, and then_a thrill,
    Then_something decidedly_like a_spill,
    And the parson was sitting upon a_rock
    At half-past_nine by the meet’n’-house_clock--
 __ Just the_hour_of the_Earthquake-shock!
   --What do you think_the parson_found,
    When he_got up and stared_around?
_   The poor old_chaise in a heap or mound,
_   As if_it_had_been to the mill and_ground!
    You see,_of course, if_you’re not a dunce,
   _How_it went to pieces all at_once--
_   All at once,_and_nothing_first--
    Just_as bubbles do when they burst.

_   End of the wonderful one-hoss shay.
_  _Logic is logic. That’s all_I_say.
_        --OLIVER WENDELL_HOLMES.

 _  _  *       *_      *_      *    _  *

    Have more_than thou showest,
    Speak_less than thou knowest,
__  Lend less than thou owest.
____  _  --Shakespeare.




_  _ _  WILLIAM_TELL AND_HIS SON


The sun_already_shone brightly as William Tell entered the town of
