Virginia Statesman

Poetry.
A POETICAL AUCTIONEER.
We copy the annexed lines from the Morristown Palladium in which paper they appear as an advertisement.

VENDUE
God permit, the undersigned will
pose for sale, not far from Boggle-Hill,
March eighteenth hundred twenty-eight,
A various lot of goods, both great and small;
The articles too tedious to recite:
One hundred bushels of good corn, or more,
That will be shelled and lying on the floor:
Two hundred bushels of potatoes too,
Of fairest kind, as good as ever grew,
Three stacks of boards, should there be less or more,
Less needed and suited for a kitchen floor:
Three cows (no calves) two horses, but no hogs.
A dozen sheep, and half a dozen dogs.
Now well finished wood-spring riding chair,
One but little, or no worse for wear;
Barrel of good rum, without abuse,
Six of cider, fit for common use,
Apples by the hundred bushel, or retail,
Or now, or hence be had at private sale.
Two thousand brooms, made in various ways,
Ton of my first quality hay,
Skin for fragrance to the flowers of May.
Ten hams, as good as Jersey need ever afford,
And fit to set before an English lord.
Four quarters of good beef, stall fed, not old,
We scarce half acre lots of turf, that's good
As any that's in common sold,
Where Ben. Holt pursues his livelihood,
Joins the road that leads from Morristown to
The Columbia village of renown,
(Or more)
At ten o'clock. (for one would be too late.)
Me that, some wool that's black, and some that's
White,
Some four hundred spokes and forty wagon hubs; (what
Escheats and barrels, small wheels, pails and tubs.