Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1871-06-27
RETsEY DESTROYS THE PAPER.
sequel TO "'Betsey and Are Out"
BY HELEN BARRON BosrwIcK.

our minu,
So I'll tear up she paper, lawyer; you see it wasn't
.igued.
Aud now if parsou 1. ready, I'll walk with him
toward home;
want TO thank him FOR some things; twas kind
Of him to come.
He's showed the Christian spirit stood by Us firm
and true;
he'd boen Il lawyer too.
Thsre' How good the sun feels, and the grass
and BLOWN Il ees--
somethiu. about them lawyers always makes me
fit to freeze
/ wasn't bound to state particulars 10 that man.
Bnt It's rgh, you should know, psrson, about our
change Of plau.
We'd been for some days a waverin' = little Caleb
and me,
And wished the hateful paper was at the bottom
OF the sea;
Bui guess twas the prayer last evening aud the
few words YOU said,
That Ihawed the ice between US, and brought
thing. - q head.
Yoa see when we came 10 division, there was
things that wouldn't divide
There was our twelve-year> baby, she eonldnt
be satisfied
To - with one she other, but just kept whim
perrin low.
"ril stay with papa and mamma and'where they
50, III go"
Then there WAS Grandsire'. Bible, he died ON our
wedding day,
We couldn't halye the old Bible. aud should I, 20
OF stay
on the wall.
With the sweet old names worked in Tryphena
and EuRice, and Paul.
1, began to be hard then, parson, bat it grew hard
cr stiu,
Talking OF caleb established down at McHeurys
Vile;
Three dollars q week 'twould coat him, no mend
IA nor sort OF care,
Aud board at the Widow Meaohams, woman
tha. wears false hair.
still We went on a talkn; agreed to knit some
socks
Aud make a dozen striped shirts. and palr oI
wa'mu. rrocksi
And he has cut "a doorway from the kitchen to
The she'd
save YOU climbing steps much in frosty weather
he said.
He brought mo the pen at last, felt sinkin-
and he
Looked Ns he did With the agur. it. 'he spring OF
siNty-threc;
'T,ya, then YOU dropped in, pSrson; twasin'
much that MAS said
Little children love orc anoIher'-but the thing
vJ, k,llc stone dead
shouh, Ike to make confession; not ttst I'm
soius to say
The r.ui, was .gi ou my side, that never MAS NY
Way;
But It ma, be true .haI women, tho how lis Icant
Are uiae mory aggnavs,ing thsn mon know
how to be.
Then parson the neighbors' meddlin', 1t wasnr
pourin' oil,
And the church "A laborrn with u, iva, worse
than wasted toll,
And I've thought and so has Caleb, though ma!
be We are wrong,
II they 1t kept to their own business, We should
have got along.
There va, Deacon Amos Purdy, good man as
we know,
But hadar a gilt Of laborin', except with the
tcythe aud noe;
Then q load came over in peach time from tie
Wilbur peighborhood-
.'Season Of prayer they called it-didn't DO ar
atom of good
,.,, ., - - . ., . 81. . ,...;,,,- an. nj. ,be LinJaa
Hnl best,
That brother Ephraim gave M the Fall he move,
out West
I'm zee to own it riled me, that Caleb should
think and say
she died OF eonvul.ious, a COW that MIXED iouI
gallons day.
But needn'! have spoke of the turnips, needn'
have been so eross,
And said hard things, and limited as if twas al
my loss
And III take il all back, parson, that fire shan
ever break out,
Though the COW WAS choked with turnip, neye
had doubt
Then there are pints Of doctrine, and views o
the fntur state,
III WHINE ." sNNE s0>''N4'A ~'''' 'N'''
to wait
'Twon', bring the millennium sooner, disputin
when it's due,
Although feel an assurance that mines th'
ScriPtural view.
But the blessedest truths of the Bible; Eve learn
cd 10 think don't lie
In the texts We hunt with candle TO prove on
doctrines by,
Bnt them that come 10 Us in sorrow, and whei
we're on our knees
So if Caleb Won't argEe on free WILL I'll ieav
slone the DEGREES.
one notion Of Caleb's, parson. seems rather mist!
aud dim,
Iwish if It comes convenient you'd change swor'
with him.
It don't quite stand TO reason. AMI for gospel ism
clear,
That folks live better in Heaven for havin' quar-
relied here.
I've no such expectation. Why, parsonI if thu
is so,
You needn't have worked so faithful to reconeil
folks below;
hold another opinion, and hold it straight ant
square,
If we can't be peaceable here, We won't be peace
able there.
But there's the request he made, You know 1t pan
son, about
Bein' laid under the naples that his own hand Sc
out,
And me to be laid beside him, when my tim
comes 10 go,
As if-as if-don't mind me; but twas that Oh
strung me so.