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HON. JASPER WYMAN OF MILLBRIDGE. 'TWAS down in Millbridt!,'e, by the coast, I sat one summer's day And listened to the birds and broo].:s to hear what they mi~ht say; 'l'he smoke of Wyman's factories g'l'eat, streanloo forth on summer A'ales And little fish came to the shore and told their simple tales, "\Vatch out my dear," said Mrs. Fish, a swimming in the stream, "Beware, my child 01' else you'll be a little FI'cnch sardine, I've taught you wateI'-colors. deur-an unavailin~ toil, If after all my faithful work, you're to go in for oil, ]{eep clear of Senatol' Wyman's folk: BewaI'e or Fifoherman Or else hc'll take vou in a net and can you in a can," Deep down within his lowly bed, the clam said to his mate, "\Vbere ure the children, .Mrs, Clam, why are they honle so late?" "I do not loww," the mother said, a.s slie bcgan to cry, "I told them not to leave the yard and to keep their stockings dry; I do not heal' their gentle call: whel'ever have they gone? I fear! I fear! They have been dug for \Vyman's Clam Bouillon. The trees! Well lots of things beside told me of things that be Down there in MlIlbridge busy town, in ~lillbridge by the sea! For lumber; clams and sardines, too, and busiuess push and go "UT introduce the man above-a man you ought to know. e

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