your Home. Thoa my small incomes never can afford, Like wealthy Celsus, to regale a Lord; No Ivory Tables groan beneath the Weight Of sumptuous Dishes, serv'd in massy Plate; The Forest ne'er was search'd for Food for me, Nor from my Hounds the timerous Hare does flee: No leaden Thunder strikes the Fowl in Air, Nor from my Shaft the winged Death do fear. With silken Nets I ne'er the Lake despoil, Nor with my Bait the larger Fish beguile. No Wine, but what does from my Apples flow, My frugal House on any can bestow. But thoa rich Dainties never spread my Board, Nor my cool Vaults Calabrian Wines afford, Yet what is neat and wholesome I can spread, My good fat Bacon and our homely Bread, With which my healthful Family is fed. Milk from the Cow, and Butter newly churn'd And new fresh Cheese, with Curds and Cream just turn'd. For a Desert upon my Table's seen The Golden Apple and the Melon green; The blushing Peach and glossy Plumb there lies, And with the Mandrake tempt your Hands an
e, George Henry Champlin and George H. Lewis were sent home through the personal supervision of Capt. Hutchins, who was called South to testify in the trial of the commander of Salisbury Prison.
(To be concluded in January number.)
The town House.
THE lot now occupied by City Hall was bought of the heirs of Samuel Buel, May 22, 1833.
The cost was $3,000. The committee in charge of negotiations were Isaac Sprague, Daniel Lawrence and Elisha Stetson.
The town voted to build the Town Hont of outside improvements.
Except in a few minor details, the exterior of the building has never been changed.—Compiled from Town Records.
Medford square, 1835 to 1850.
contributed by men and women born and bred within sight of the town House.
THE present City Hall has been built about three score and ten years. In 1839 an addition was made on the south end. The hall floor had about four rows of slips or pews with high backs, and rising one above the other, leaving about one third