Mineral Point weekly tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1859-1868, 1864-07-06
AN EDITORS WIFE.
TO The CONVENTION

And youder0 leu me from neg sOiAi
One day as rough the eity's street,
Unwearied yet by days and nights Of toll,
walked, with thoughts that were unbent
To note the faces and the moods of those
Who passing, thoughtless. unto me there lent,
What wakened me from child life and repose.
1 doubt if you this man would note,
His hat was old, a well-worn coat
Just saved him from the wintry blast
That urged pedestrians SO fast
His restless eye ev'ry change
That came within his Visions range.
He seemed to put the blast aside
That shook the streets brisk, living tide
a smile of rare and cool disdain
OFT curled his lip, with chill pain
The warm-clad 90 man of means" went by
All shaken with shiyering sigh.
/ learned ere long this man OF toll
That walked disdainfully the soil,
Vas one who helped to guide mankind,
To shape and make the public mind
The whole to wonderfully sustain,
BY just the exercise of brain
o, wonder not this soul Of mine,
Held worship at that mental shrine
Nor when, in course Of time, there came
To sue my hand man OF fame
or this game type, my destiny
Seemed pointed by star to me;
Nor that deemed my fate fulfilled,
When / my will to him had willed-
o, life su blim e, to humbly share
With netcspos srs my hero's care
From dawn till central night my lord
Gave heart and brain with accord;
To building up with wearing thought,
The columns that for others wrought
Opinions hat men never knew,
From out that facile brain there grew.
And SO he liyed-and kept his soul,
With printer-boys, well in control
Till years of welded life had torn
Ny spirit with its slavery worn,
Then, ID tstardly, yet daring feat,)
| boldly sought that dim retreat
The sdnctuna-EhichI ne er before
Had dared, from out my kitchen shore.
Thus to my lord did / there wage
of words from living page
!" Alonzo,'' thus my lord was named
s.My soul find viii not be tanned
Come down, pray you, from your height,
And view lives true, woful plight.
Two boys-just listen to their shouts =
Must have pants boots, and 70 unds6outs.
Two girls coming tie stage,
With wants enough, will engage.
I've made our garments Ger and DER,
Till not one coat remaineth more.
OF all we had I've made the most
Till there remaineth not the ghost
OF anything that comfort knows.
And see Alonzo, how the SHOWS
Have snrinkled Ger each raven tress,
That once grew bright with y0arr caress -
"Four children, Hilds-l Sure you dream
There's only one-his nightly scream
Disturbs the working of my brain,
And gives me most exquisite pain.
/ wish, my dear, you'd keep him still,
Ia sooner hear a threshng- mill -
80, shildle-sticks' - I cried at last.
MY lord here looked at me aghast,)
. Have you forgotten sylvia Jane,
Our frst-boIn in the State of MaineG
And Stella Ann, whose curIs, you wrote,
Are sunny as the dreams that foat
Around the couch of lovely maid
Whose first loye-lesson's just been said
or Greeley, born that second June,
u paragrdphsd for the TriJlmsG
or, Abraham, born on the day
That Lincoln first began his sway?
The screams you hear each night, my dear,
Are only sscaterwaIings'' drear
Don t turn from with that chill Iook,
As though apaper, pen and book
Were all you cared for IN this life
Have GU forgotten / IN your wife
A country paper in these days
Won't furnish for house tie maize
To make the hoe-cakes-and tits time
You leave awhile your ifs sublime
And count your children and your pence;
I've trusted long-in Providence -
..Why, IIiIda, believe it's true
Your hair grey, can this be you2
And wrinkles, too, upon your brow.
There DEVILS after copy nowI -
''Copy, or not, my DEAR said
While in my eyes tears unshed,
For the unwauted tenderness
That unexpected came to bless,
.sJust wait; have not in the house
Enough to bait hungry mouse
Again Monzo looked aghast.
= And has il come to this, at last -
= Just tAis,'' ] said, sand nothing more
Aronzo looked as ne'er before.
At length he spoke to me again,
His voice all full of weary pam:
. Dear wife, it passes all belief,
That l have brought to you such grIet.
And then the hopes dear lIiIda, where
Those visions that used share
Twelve years from out this brain I've wrought,
Twelve years with poverty you've fought.
I've been a champion of Truth
In all these years, but where youth,
our Yisor, where our hopes I
Al last, wondrous mystery.
How labor Gets ward, how gold
VIII come TO him who hath been sold
To it's embrace, how he who tolls
For any OF earth's drossy spoils,
Receives meet rewurd-how
Tofius amid Thoughts mystery,
Have felt my soul cxt and and grow,
on whas e'en my poor dreams bestow.-
VIII article indite
t. set that matter moving right
But, ah dear Hilda, forgot,
The little household jar you bro't.
Let's see-we a. in need-'tis true1
And you tell what we're to 40 %
@, now my time, so long delayed,
Had come, for which ia sought and prayed
All courage now my heart forsook;
Alonzo's eye l could not brook.
How could L scale his lofty mind
How dare / seek his thoughts to bind
How grow ling must my soul have grown,
That could TO him our lot benz, an
But, glaucing st his coat l saw
His elbow out true text 10 draw
Nj courage to the point again,
Aud give . that best Of men > So =. pain.
g Well, since You ask, my DEAR II -ay,
That when you wrote the other das
The article about the land,
The Homestead Law holds at COM. I'D
or any who would crave the gift
OF ome,-there came TO me rift