PA 18 B

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PA 18 B

Description

Note: Poem? Commodore Foote’s Dream. Reclining, at the close of day, Upon my tiny bed. I heard the whispering Fairies say, We come, with noiseless tread. We come, brave little Commodore, To measure height and size; We wager half our golden joys That you will lose the prize. We hear you called the smallest man, They saw that I was smaller, For the smallest on of all their throng Was eleven inches taller. Now, since I’ve measured with this throng, Conducted by their plan, I now proclaim to all the world That I’m the smallest man.

Creator

C.D Fredricks & Co, 587 Broadway, New York

Citation

C.D Fredricks & Co, 587 Broadway, New York , “PA 18 B,” Cotton Histories, explorations in blackface minstrelsy, accessed March 28, 2024, https://cottonhistories.com/items/show/1058.

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