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JAMES W. WITHEE, Landlord of the Stoddard House, Farmington. REEPER of the wayside inn. a teller of quaint tales. A host, whose tavern-door stands wide. whose welcome never fails Whose fires leap high and, on whose board a generous cheer prevails.

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I wish I had his Jdudly art, good storIes to relate, I wish I had his memory of the very day and date. "You understand, suh, if I had. I wouIt! e-Iu-ci-date." I'd tell you tales or other days, upon the turf of Maine-Those struggles on the Pittsfield track; when Getchell drew the rein; When "Togus Boy"-well, To2'uS Boy; there's something in a name! I'd tell you of the talent that supposed they knew the horse; How, frequently. they tried to hold Friend Withee up for loss And how. the only thinu: they ~t was "hosses" and re-morse. I'd tell you of the ~od he's done to tl'avoler and to beast. I'he iWls he's been the landlord of, for forty years at least;Where comfort's ministered. In joy. to one perpetual feast. I've known him-for he's been mine host: his stories my delight; His kindly purpose I well know; I know his heart is right. So pray I, on a weary road, I reach his inn, at night.

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