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HON. F. C. WHITEHOUSE OF TOPSHAM.

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HRU the drowsy, dreamy languor of a sununer afternoon, As you cross the bridge from Topsham, you may hear a merry tune, Of the whirring wheels of business, far above the water's roar Or may catch a glimpse of motion, thru the factory's open door. 01' pel'chance you're comint: farther up the Androscogt.,rin's tide \\'bere we'll show you young Pejepscot, along tile river's side; In the wealth of pulp and paper, in the Idles of brick and stone, We shall see the force and genius that have made success their own. lIe's pictured by the artist; but the man's another thing He's cau~'ht the spirit of the times and caught it on the wint/:. Should you meet him-F. C. Whitellouse-you will find a busy man; But you'll find him ever ready for any honest plan; His sCI'vice to the people has been early. lon~ and late; In the business that he's founded and the Senate of the StateSo when you cross the bridge from Topsham, on a summer afternoon, Think of the man, who did the business-the man of our cartoon.

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