I would jist like to kno who the man waz who fust invented _tite boots_.

He must hav bin a narrow and kontrakted kuss.

If he still lives, i hope he haz repented ov hiz sin, or iz enjoying

grate agony ov sum kind.

I hav bin in a grate menny tite spots in mi life, but generally could

manage to make them average; but thare iz no sich thing az making a pair

of tite boots average.

Enny man who kan wear a pair ov tite boots, and be humble, and penitent,

and not indulge profane literature, will make a good husband.

Oh! for the pen ov departed Wm. Shakspear, to write an anethema aginst

tite boots, that would make anshunt Rome wake up, and howl agin az she

did once before on a previous ockashun.

Oh! for the strength ov Herkules, to tare into shu strings all the tite

boots ov creashun, and skatter them tew the 8 winds ov heaven.

Oh! for the buty ov Venus, tew make a bigg foot look hansum without a

tite boot on it.

Oh! for the payshunce ov Job, the Apostle, to nuss a tite boot and bles

it, and even pra for one a size smaller and more pinchfull.

Oh! for a pair of boots bigg enuff for the foot ov a mountain.

I have been led into the above assortment ov _Oh's!_ from having in my

posseshun, at this moment, a pair ov number nine boots, with a pair ov

number eleven feet in them.

Mi feet are az uneazy az a dog's noze the fust time he wears a muzzle.

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