The States and Union. [volume] (Ashland, Ohio) 1868-1872, 1871-06-28
BetseY Destroys the Paper.

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Betsey Destroys the Paper.
I've brought back the paper, lawyer,
and fetched the parson here,
To see that things are regular, settled
/ up fair and clear;
, For I've been talking with Caleb, and
| Caleb has talked with me,
And the mount of it is we're minded
/ to try once more to agree.
So [ came here on the business, - only
word to say,
(Caleb's steaking pea vines and couldn'
come to day),
Just to tell you and parson, how that
we've chang'd our mind;
So I'll tear the paper, lawyer, you see
it wasn't signed.
And now if parson is ready, I'll walk
with him toward home:
I want to thank him for something
twas kind of him to come.
He's showed the christian spirit, stood
by US firm and true;
We mighn't have changed our mind,
squire, if he'd been a lawyer too.
There! How good the sun feels, and
the grass and blowin' trees;
Something about them lawyers makes
me'feel fit to freeze.
I wasn't bound to state particulars to
that man.
But it's right you should know, parson
about our change of plan.
We'd been some days a-waverin' little
Caleb and me,
And wished the hateful paper at the
bottom of the sea;
But 1 guess twas the prayer last eve
min and the few words you said,
That thawed the ice between US, and
brought things to head.
ou see, when we came todlvision, there
was things that wouldn't divide;
There was our twelve year-old baby,
she couldn't be satisfied
To go with one or the other, but just
kept whimpering low,
"1'll stay with papa and mamma, and
where they go I'll 60"
Then there was grandsire's Bible-he
died on our wedding day;
We couldn't halve the old Bible, and
should it go or stay?
The sheets that was Caleb's mothers,
her sampler on the WALL
With the sweet old names worked in
Tryphena, and Eunice and Paul
It began to be hard then, parsop, but
it grew harder still.
Talkin' of Caleb established down at
McHenrysville;
Three dollars week 'twould cost him;
no mendin' nor sort of care.
And board at the Widow Meachem's |
a women that wears false hair.
Still We went on talkin' I agreed to !
knit some socks,
And make dozen striped shirts, and
a pair OF wa'mus frocks;
And he was to cut doorway from
the kitchen to the shed;
Save you climbing steps much, in
frosty weather." he said.
He brought me the pen at last felt
sfnkfn, and tu
Looked as he did with the agur, in
the Spring of sixty three.
Twas then you dropped in parson;
'twasn't much that was said,
Little children, love one another" but
the..thing was killed stone dead.
should like to make confession not
that I'm going to say
The fault was all on my side, that new
er was my way.
ut it may be true that women-tho'
how it's can't see
Are trife more aggravatin' than men
know how to be.
hen, parson, the neighbors' med.
dlin'-it wasn't pourin' oil; Il
md the church alaborin' with us,
twas worse than wasted toll;
md I've thought, and SO has Caleb,
though may be we are wrong. a.,
f they'd kept to their own business, ,
we should have got along.
here was Deacon Amos Purdy, |
good manas we know, :
ut hadn't o gift of la5orin' except /
with the scythe and hoe; {
hen load came over in peach time !
from the Wilbur neighborhood. q
Season of Prayer" they called it;
didn't do an atom of good t
II tell you about the heifer-one of a
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