So he soon "held the age" over any youthful man Who had ever been known on the bar; And the childs put him through, when for sheriff he ran, And his stock now was much above par.

In the spring he was lucky, and struck a rich lead, And he let all his friends have a share; It was called the New Boston, for that was his breed, And the rock that he showed them was rare.

When he called on his partners to put up a mill, They were anxious to furnish the means; And the needful, of course, turned into his till Just as freely as though it was beans.

Then he went to the Bay with his snug little pile-- There was seventeen thousand and more-- To arrange for a mill of the most approved style, And to purchase a Sturtevant blower.