And Frisbee limply fainted.
The Saltonstalls and Winthrops fell,
The Boylstons and the Chaunceys,
The floor was strewn with portraits of
Colonial Aunt Nancies.
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Beneath the ancient church yard slabs
Were heard strange groans and rattles,
As turned them in their narrow beds
The Vassalls and the Brattles.
"The Silver tops and fogies all,"
Says Ben, "at last are waking;
And I am giving, as I vowed,
The old dry bones a shaking.
"Old Mother Harvard ends her nap,
The venerable Begum,
And pats me on my head and says,
'Ben-e O Doctor Legum!'"
[N. Y. Sun.