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#4585 " For Prize Contest." T. B. Noble, "Link Lodge," 9, Forest Rise, LONDON, E. 17, ENGLAND. WHAT BURPEE'S SEEDS HAVE DONE FOR ME. Aus 8/27/24 Dear Benefactor, I THREW my dice, I cast my lost, My fortune for to find, To be a sailor on the sea, I surely had in mind. I kissed my hand to my mother, As she stood there at the gate; She blew a kiss and sighed again, "Ah! me, but to know his fate." And then I turned my mind as quick, To wed an English bride, To settle down an out-door life; At farming, I then tried. I ploughed my acres, sowed my seed, Then, I sat still to wait, To see the way my fortune turned To seal my future-fate. Ah! now, ere long, with wondrous crop, My several acres beam, My seeds have come and multiplied, I think that t'is all a dream. (crop,) But, nay, sing hey! for the lettuce- Sing ho! on the silver sea, I sing away till the whole world rings What BURPEE's done for me. A millionare at his banquet-seat, Was never as glad as I, Or a singing lark in his rising-up, Upward - toward the sky. (go,) Sing hey! sing ho! for the way things I'm as happy as ever could be, To sit me down at my table-board, At eat Burpee's lettuce for tea.