Parson Turell-s Legacy Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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OR THE PRESIDENT'S OLD ARM CHAIRA
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A MATHEMATICAL STORYB
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FACTS respecting an old arm chairA
At Cambridge Is kept in the College thereA
Seems but little the worse for wearA
That 's remarkable when I sayC
It was old in President Holyoke's dayC
One of his boys perhaps you knowD
Died at one hundred years agoD
He took lodgings for rain or shineE
Under green bed clothes in '-
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Know old Cambridge Hope you doF
Born there Don't say so I was tooF
Born in a house with a gambrel roofG
Standing still if you must have proofG
'Gambrel Gambrel ' Let me begH
You'll look at a horse's hinder legH
First great angle above the hoofG
That 's the gambrel hence gambrel roofG
Nicest place that ever was seenI
Colleges red and Common greenI
Sidewalks brownish with trees betweenI
Sweetest spot beneath the skiesJ
When the canker worms don't riseJ
When the dust that sometimes fliesJ
Into your mouth and ears and eyesJ
In a quiet slumber liesJ
Not in the shape of umbaked piesJ
Such as barefoot children prizeJ
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A kind of harbor it seems to beB
Facing the flow of a boundless seaB
Rows of gray old Tutors standK
Ranged like rocks above the sandK
Rolling beneath them soft and greenI
Breaks the tide of bright sixteenI
One wave two waves three waves fourL
Sliding up the sparkling floorL
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Then it ebbs to flow no moreL
Wandering off from shore to shoreL
With its freight of golden oreL
Pleasant place for boys to playC
Better keep your girls awayC
Hearts get rolled as pebbles doF
Which countless fingering waves pursueF
And every classic beach is strownI
With heart shaped pebbles of blood red stoneI
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But this is neither here nor thereA
I'm talking about an old arm chairA
You 've heard no doubt of PARSON TURELLC
Over at Medford he used to dwellC
Married one of the Mathers' folkM
Got with his wife a chair of oakM
Funny old chair with seat like wedgeN
Sharp behind and broad front edgeN
One of the oddest of human thingsO
Turned all over with knobs and ringsO
But heavy and wide and deep and grandK
Fit for the worthies of the landK
Chief Justice Sewall a cause to try inI
Or Cotton Mather to sit and lie inI
Parson Turell bequeathed the sameP
To a certain student SMITH by nameP
These were the terms as we are toldQ
'Saide Smith saide Chaire to have and holdeQ
When he doth graduate then to passeC
To ye oldest Youth in ye Senior ClasseC
On payment of ' naming a certain sumR
'By him to whom ye Chaire shall comeR
He to ye oldest Senior nextS
And soe forever ' thus runs the textS
'But one Crown lesse then he gave to claimeR
That being his Debte for use of same '-
Smith transferred it to one of the BROWNSC
And took his money five silver crownsC
Brown delivered it up to MOORET
Who paid it is plain not five but fourL
Moore made over the chair to LEEC
Who gave him crowns of silver threeC
Lee conveyed it unto DREWF
And now the payment of course was twoF
Drew gave up the chair to DUNNI
All he got as you see was oneI
Dunn released the chair to HALLC
And got by the bargain no crown at allC
And now it passed to a second BROWNI
Who took it and likewise claimed a crownI
When Brown conveyed it unto WAREA
Having had one crown to make it fairA
He paid him two crowns to take the chairA
And Ware being honest as all Wares beC
He paid one POTTER who took it threeC
Four got ROBINSON five got DixC
JOHNSON primus demanded sixC
And so the sum kept gathering stillC
Till after the battle of Bunker's HillC
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When paper money became so cheapU
Folks would n't count it but said 'a heap '-
A certain RICHARDS the books declareA
A M in ' I've looked with careA
Through the Triennial name not thereA
This person Richards was offered thenI
Eightscore pounds but would have tenI
Nine I think was the sum he tookV
Not quite certain but see the bookV
By and by the wars were stillC
But nothing had altered the Parson's willC
The old arm chair was solid yetW
But saddled with such a monstrous debtW
Things grew quite too bad to bearA
Paying such sums to get rid of the chairA
But dead men's fingers hold awful tightX
And there was the will in black and whiteX
Plain enough for a child to spellC
What should be done no man could tellC
For the chair was a kind of nightmare curseC
And every season but made it worseC
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As a last resort to clear the doubtY
They got old GOVERNOR HANCOCK outY
The Governor came with his Lighthorse TroopZ
And his mounted truckmen all cock a hoopZ
Halberds glittered and colors flewF
French horns whinnied and trumpets blewF
The yellow fifes whistled between their teethA2
And the bumble bee bass drums boomed beneathA2
So he rode with all his bandK
Till the President met him cap in handK
The Governor 'hefted' the crowns and saidB2
'A will is a will and the Parson's dead '-
The Governor hefted the crowns Said heC
'There is your p'int And here 's my feeC
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'These are the terms you must fulfilF
On such conditions I BREAK THE WILL '-
The Governor mentioned what these should beC
Just wait a minute and then you 'll seeC
The President prayed Then all was stillF
And the Governor rose and BROKE THE WILLF
'About those conditions ' Well now you goD
And do as I tell you and then you'll knowD
Once a year on Commencement dayC
If you 'll only take the pains to stayC
You'll see the President in the CHAIRA
Likewise the Governor sitting thereA
The President rises both old and youngC2
May hear his speech in a foreign tongueC2
The meaning whereof as lawyers swearA
Is this Can I keep this old arm chairA
And then his Excellency bowsC
As much as to say that he allowsC
The Vice Gub next is called by nameR
He bows like t' other which means the sameR
And all the officers round 'em bowD2
As much as to say that they allowD2
And a lot of parchments about the chairA
Are handed to witnesses then and thereA
And then the lawyers hold it clearE2
That the chair is safe for another yearE2
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God bless you Gentlemen Learn to giveF2
Money to colleges while you liveG2
Don't be silly and think you'll tryH2
To bother the colleges when you dieH2
With codicil this and codicil thatI2
That Knowledge may starve while Law grows fatI2
For there never was pitcher that wouldn't spillF
And there's always a flaw in a donkey's willF

Oliver Wendell Holmes



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