Ashtabula weekly telegraph. [volume] (Ashtabula, Ohio) 1853-1873, 1870-07-02

Once rive him fairly the upper han
Then got married. All, wal, poor Mary
She made good wife, though she wusn't
strong.
You never looked into q hon'somer dairy
An she wuz as pleasants the day WIZ long,
With jes' the pcrtyis kin of voice,
never had reason to rue my chice.
got wife an farm to boot;
Ye couldn't ketch me nappn', there
Thinks |, now s'posin' the wife don't SCOT?
The iarm'l be somethin to make that square
No rcsk bout that ! An where's the harm
If The wife turns out as good as the farm p?
Shed natra larnin- bright's a dollar
Itruns in the Grmeses-she wuz clear Grimes.
I'm mos sorry didn't foller
Her councils MORN did, sometimes,
The want nothin' but what she understood
An her judgment in matters wuz ollors good.
1t might ha' been well if / had-do'no,
'Twan't never my way to be led hate
A woman at wears the breeches; an so
Mebbey by tryin' TO stan too streight,
When she'd have bent me little, l fell
Over back now an then--do'no CAN'T tell.
She'd high idees She claimed we'd otter
Give Simon college edecation
leased me to send our secon' dOlter
(She knowed 'twould cos like all creation y
To boardin school, and have pianncr
| thot that notion might cool a spell.
Inever'd sot foot inside a college,
An I'd rubbed through the world pretty well.
As fer the gals, a tri1e O. knowledge,
Enough fer to teach, might help 'em some
But that could have 'thot goin' FIN hum.
"They needn't poke off to the 'cademy.
TO nm good husbans, I'm sure says |.
You meyer done that, an you toun' NE.
They'll make good wives too, guess, il they
try,
'Thout French an drawin' it don't take these
Fer to mix pud'n' an set a cheese.
IL mean 10 bring up our Sim,' says /,
"Tu go to meetn an Sunday school,
An dos he'd be done by, perty nigh,
An be n good farmer, an nob'dy's fool
An give him schoolin' enough So he
Can take good care of his proppity--
"With some to take care on (; then if he's
sound
In the doctrine, and poplar enough fer to go
To the Gn'ral Court, when the time comes
Don't take much schoolin for that you
know
sl'll consider" says I, at I've done
A payrunts hull dooty to son.
"But drawin', French an pianner playin'--
That's nonsense Il wouldn' give strah
Fer gals brought up tut An as fer payin',"
Bays l, 'nlllS long S llle lnOTal ldll
T'yer board'n' schools-whcn I'm suce Ounce,
Jes' put me under guardeen TO once y
That didn't quite jibe til her idee
An once she couldn't help fingin' out
F the money it cost wouldn't come I'm me.
Scnce the farm wuz hern. But that wuz
about
The last on't-tocl like that told her
'Twoud make the old house too hot to holdher.
;,,b oil my
An Jemimy gnally sot in the choir.
Then if they struck up Sunday hymn,
A scttin' around winters fire
Er good OF fashioned weekday song
Tn evenin's didn't seem quite so long.
But the sweets tunes wuz oilers sweeter,
Though do say it, If she jined in.
She was jest the meekis PATIENTS crceturl
I've said it, or thot it time an agin.
| Do no s | ever spoke ii out loud,
To her, fear praisin' might make her proud.
| Ye never did see such cute contriver
| For maxim things nice an conf tablet
! Work-thGugh she want no gret ofa driver
Oilers when she was around, went well.
Seemed's though the wuz suthin' in her smile
AT made the wheels run slick as lie.
Wal bimeby Hammer she got married;
An Simon he began to spark it;
An Abbie died an Jemimy carried
Her wool,'s cali it, to dun poor market
Took up 18th the whelrights's son, an went
Out West-smart chap, but he hadn't cent.
/ might a gin 'em a thousan' dollars,
To buy 'cm some land, 'twould tickled motherl
They lotted out, but she was oilers
Forever teasn for this one an t'other--
I'd got so used to sayin' no
/ forkcd out fifty an let cm so.
Sim he done well-Squarc Ebbit's dotter;
They gin her hOn'somc settin -outl
fixed em house an her folks bot her
The biggis pianer in town, about.
'Twould do fer her, Sounds kind o'nice
She'll play! You'd think her fingers wuz mice
Children oil married off or dead,
1t seemed some lonesome for spell;
We'uz gittin' in years, an wile she said
We'd made enough, an I'd otter SELL
Give up hard work an settle down.
'Longsde oSimon-nigher town.
/ hated wus'n ever a man did
To quit the farm for evry year
Wuz gittn' us more and more befoTehapded-
Layin' up reglar suthin clears
An the's such satisfaction KNOWN
Yer grass an yer bank k-account is CROWN!
may a ben wrong wer poor frail creeturs
But she KEEP up so, bout her work
She'd oilers jes' them delikit feeturs
WuZ jes' so quiet an jes' so chrk.
(She never would fret though she never was
slack
I'd scold, but she never scolded back(--
l didn't once 'spect how low she wuz,
Nor dream o. what wuZ sgoin to happen
Till bimeby neighbors gegun to buzz;
An says one TO me "Why, yere crazy Capn
She'll work long as ever she draws breath,
An she's Jes woTkin' herself TO death "
Another said she wuz pinin' away
She didn't have s'ciety enough
Shed otter go ridin' eyry day
'xpect answered en- kin o. gruff;
Though must own wuZ gin'ally 10th
To have company much--it's pertick moth.
/ Spozs was wrong-the best is lrble
To miss it--an' yt tried to do right.
! KEEP the Sabbath, an read my Bible,
An prayed in the family mornin' an night
'Thout twas in hayin' time now an then,
When wages wuz high an we'd hired men