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JOHN M. GLIDDEN, JR., OF NEWCASTLE.

BUNKER HILL and long before; way, way back to Plymouth's shore, First old settler of his stock; jumped ashore and sat on the rock; Does no harm, in pride to trace colonial granddads of your race If you try, in grace, to be good fruit of the family-tree, Harvard—close to Boston Bay, trained him in the scholar's way; Trained him in the Freshman crew; in the Harvard track-team, too; Timed him, at a winning pace, to start forward in the race:— When he doffed the classman's gown might have hankered for the town, Might have sought the great white light; left the old home out of sight, He did nothing of the kind; never had such thought in mind; Early made it full and plain, best he loved the State of Maine; Proud to take it at its best; cast his fortunes with tbe I'Cst, Go you down Newcastle way-you will find him any day '~fid the bool.:s and law reports, of his office-CierI.: of Courts, 01' be'1I take you o'er his grounds; following behind the hounds, Large in friendsbips, fond of life; free from taint of petty strife, He finds joy in all that yields comfort in the woods and fields,

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