The weekly Arizona miner., 1870-07-02
A REMARKABLE POEM.
old Simeon Dole.

So Mmy. it's me an you again, is iti Strange, after so long while Co think I shd be oomn to make ye a visit
 An sei tipped back here ugiu thc sins, An toek to ye jes e did ye knoW-- Wal nigh on 10 forty year ago. Le me sec Married in twenty dx
 Twuz a new house then, an ye moved riHhl in Don't look quite so new to-day lts shcks It ever wun though--ncat as a piul I oilers telled Jerome when De got Our Hmy. he picked the best O ihe lSt Ye aIel my navce. remember. He ant The sinartis' feller in O creation Says | uer you wunt find him saint
 Well oh though nn' that's a consideration. F he gii. inc right kin' Of a wifc. he II let her Manage. guess ye cant do DO better Says l. An ye found ii les bout so
 Ie begun 'iih him right. oilers sand. r a woman eNpccs to hoe her row
 With a msn--keePin me6by lee'le ahead She mus s'art in season; sn chance she U stun. Once give hisa fairly the upper han Then | rn, fnarriesi Ah. wat poaT Maryi She made a go-l wife though she wuznt strong. You never looked into a han'somcr dairy
 An she wuz as pleasants the day wuz long, With jcs' the pertyis kin' of a vice. never had reason to rue my chiee I got wife an farm ,o boot
 fe couldn't keteh me uappin' thercl Thinks T. "Now, s'possn the wife don't s.oi The farm n bc su'hin io make that squaFei No resk bout that An where's the harm lf the wife turns out as good us the farm v She'd nat rnl larnn--bTight's 2 dollar
 It runs in inc Crilnesrs--she wtz clear Crimes. I'm mos sorry didn't foller
 Her eounsels more diI. sometimes. Tha' want no;hin but what she understood; An her jedgmeni in matters wuz oilers good. It might a ben well if hah--do'no'.
 'Tvan't never my way Co be led hate woman al wears the brooches m so,
 Mebby by tryn' Co stan tod straight, When she'd have bent me little, fell Over back now then-dono' can't tell She'd high ileasi She elaimed ve'd otter
 Give Simon a college education; Teased me send s-eoH 5s::c= q CSbe kuowed 't~osIld oost like all crcaiivnQ To bordn-schOol, an have rianer An music master for Abby an Hammer I ,lot ,ha, notion nigh; csoI a spell
 Tneverd sol hot inside a college, An I'd rubbed through the world Tcrty well
 As fer the gals. n tfihe O knowledge. Enough io teach. might help 'em some; But that they could have thout g0in I'm hum. "They needn't poke off U, tine caisIay,
 To ku' husban's. I'm sure says l. ''TOu never done that an you fonB' ais.
 Theyu make god wives. too, guess. fl tha try, -Ihcuf French an drarin'; it don't take these Fer to mix pud'n an' set a cheese. "I mean to bring up our Sim, saysI
 TO go to meetin an Sunday school An dos he'd be done by. pery nigh.
 An be gull iAffitT an uoD hi i.bit An give him a schoolin enough. sos he Can take gOOd care of his PToppiy- With some to take care on then if he's sound
 In the doctrine, and poplar enough fer 10 go To the Gmrsl Court when the time comes ro0nd
 (Donf take much schooliu' fer that, ye know), shll consider, says I, '' Pyo done Tayrunfs hull doosy 10 a son. "Bai drariu an French, an pianer. .playin'- That nonscpss i-I wouldn't give a strah f gals ig.G tO iti An 6 p1yiu',H
 Says < .balis longs the rarral iah T'yer board dn-sehools-wben I'm sich a dunee, Jes qui me under guardeens al once i' Thu didn't quite jibe ith her idec;
 ,AH' once she couldn't help hiugin' out T inc money IL cost wouldn't come I'm me,
 Sence the farm hern. Bui that wtiz about The last ont-tock like that told her TWoud make the old house too hoi iO bold her. singin wuz well enough an Sim
 An Jeuimy ginaliy so, in the choir Then ihey struck up a Sunday hymn
 A se;tia around a winters Gre Er good or-fashiJaed weekday song Tn evenin's didn't seem qnite % long. Bu, ihe sweeiis' tunes wuz oilers s~ee,er. y
 Though do say it, if she lined in. She wuz res the meekis', ratiepts creatur
 I've sad CT thot ii time m agin Dono e I ever spoke 1t out loud To her, fear praisin might make her proud. Ye did see sieh a cute oontriver
 For nakin things nice an comftablei Work-tiaugii sine want great of a driyeT-
 Oilers, when she was around, well. seemsd's though tha was snthiu iu her smile At made the wheels run slick as ile, Wal bimeby Hammer she got married
 Nh Simon hc hcgun to spark it q i-s An Abby died an Jemimy carried
 Her wool, z said 70 dumb poor market Took up ith the wheelwrights son, an went Out West-smari chap, but hadn't cent might gin 'em a thousan dollars
 To buy 'em some land 'twould tickIed motherl They lotted ont but then she was oilers
 ferever a easiu for this 'un an to,her. 4. I'd get % used tor sayiR' ne--rr.- r,rr-rr 4lfgked out my an lei 'em go .taaNA Sin he doee xell-square EbLitts do,teT;
 They gin her han some settin-outi I hxed em house, aA' her folks bot her he bggist pianeT in town, about. 'Two,hd do ier her sounds kin' o5 nicet shell Ptay You'd think her fingers wuz mice. Children oil married on CT dead
 IL seemed some lonesome fer a spell; We uz gifiin in years an wife she said
 Wed made enough, an I'd otter sefi- Give uP hard work an settle down. Isougside O Simon. higher town. hated, wusu ever a man did To quit the Grn fer every year sV,x gli'in u more an nprs foEehanded-- i.Llt
 Iayin up regTar suthin clear; An iha's seh satisfacton knoyin } CT grass an yer bank account s groNin t."s " "a NfnhL were Tl0fs fffll ffrafurHl
 But she kep up bout her work Shed oilers jes ihen dsllkit feattrr's Wuz jes so quiet an jes' SO ehirk tfhe never would fret though she never vt,z slaek. I'd scold, but she never seolded baek)- didn't once spect how low she wuz u her dream O what wuz a gon' io happeu Iiil tamehy Deigbbors begun 10 lHzz ..- e,.a, AT sass oae to me 1" Why, we're erary caypnf ',ns II work longs ever she dros breath An she's jes workn herself to death lT  Alaiher said she pinin awas--
 She didn't have s'eieiy enoneii-- she d otter go ridin every day
 'xpect l answered ieTn kin O or,,a Ihough must own was gn'aliy lth To have compny much-it's a pernck moth spose wuz wrong--the best is Ii'be