Litchfield Enquirer

MISCELLANY
ADAM'S FALL.
OR THE FIRST MARRIAGE.
[Sung at a meeting of the Boston Bachelor's Club.]

Adam was created
A happy Bachelor;
Nor wished to be mated.
Or thought of 'she' or 'her.'

Woman had not
Been then invented;
But all contented
Was Adam's lot.

Joyous and free from sin,
He passed his early life—
And thus he still had been,
Had he not slept, oh! had
He ne'er had been
Thus taken in—
But single kept.

He did not want or need
A thing so false and frail,
More than a toad indeed,
Requires or wants a tail.

Daily had he
The cherubim
And seraphim
For company.

But meddling angels soon,
To spoil a peaceful life,
Set all their wits to work
To pick him out a wife.

As with us here,
Our 'angels' do
When they view
A bachelor.

When Mrs. Adam came
She hinted with a smile,
That they had better live
A little more in style:
"My dear we're able
Better to dress
And keep I guess,
A better table."

That day she made a feast
Of rare and costly fruit;
The next they both appeared
Dress'd in a bran new suit.

And every day
Did female pride
Decoy them wide
From wisdom's way.

What ween ye think the end
Of this new course of life?
Adam was bankrupt made
By his ambitious wife.

The tipstaffs come
And make a rout,
And turn them out
Of house and home.

Adam now forced to work,
To digging went, and hoeing;
And lady Eve so proud,
Was glad to take in sewing.

Then, as a mother,
The boys she had,
Turned out so bad,
One killed his brother.

Had he not while he slept,
Been saddled with a mate.
Would Adam not have kept,
Think ye, his first estate?

Without a mother.
Could wicked Cain.
Think ye, have slain
His pious brother?

This mischief all arose,
And more than I have stated,
From Adam's first faux pas,
Submitting to be mated.

Then let us all
His folly see—
And thus shall we
Escape his fall.