The Middlebury register. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1850-1882, 1871-01-31
Reply to Kate.

Good morning, Miss Kntie, and how do you do,
It's not so long THIS time since I've heard from you
You think, suppose, you have given Inc n " set-
tor"
BY writing to me, that tremendous long letter;
There is danger in spinning yarn of great length
That some of its parts may be lacking in strength
But guess you remember that ma kim, quite old,
That Zone story's good till another is told"
As for "wearly waiting" reply to my rhyme,
You are widely mistaken, dear Katie, this time;
For answered your letter, then sat down to sing,
Not expecting reply till year from next spring.
Who speaks in "sef-prnses?' not |, that is true,
And it strikes the, my lady, that you're in tho
wrong pew;
For quite plainly said if you'd reach tho top.
SHELF
You must first, my dear Kate, think well of your
self"
If you cant read correctly, just put on your
glasses,
Don't waste any moro of your water and molasses
Of "singing our graces," " and sounding them
WE'LL"
| said no such thing, that you know very we'll.
If your dealing with me please make use of Jacts,
They're little more useful than false, winding
tracks,
"lly their works ye shall know them" you quot
edo, Kate
What "works" has old Cornwall engaged in Of late?
When think of it, girl, trembe and shudder,
Dollcr US On inc Occun without sail OF
Our platform is founded on sand" so you say,
You may see your mistake at some future day;
Clean, shining sand We'll that's almost as good
As being slimod over with Cornwall eidy-mud.
| fail to see 'wit" in the little word "pester,"
If there is any there it don't come from Leicester
As for using that word so many times Ger,
dozen times, as you say be the same less more
Of what possible use can body's eyes be,
If he looks at thing and then cannot see?
Read tIclcpstarv amin. with ulaeoee nj lon 81
do,
And you'll read tho word "pester" not twelve
times, but too.
Is it the "blade' or yourself that cannot discover
An idea in this town, nor yet in another
If the wisdom and wit all belong to the "clowns,
1t belongs to you, Kate, to beratc other towns;
You took up my "song" without sign of cause,
And picked it to pieces to gain much applause;
Is the race near it's end? do you work for tn,
''tin,"
If so, let me say, Kate, "let them laugh who win.
If "Gomorrah" is ours, never knew it,
But what's in aInamc only as you construe it;
To be sure Leicester "drinks"-she drinks from
the rills,
That gush, in sweet songs, from her evergreen
hills;
She drinks sweet contentment from honesty
hands;
She drinks independence from her forests an,
lands;
She drinks inspiration from the blue skies above
And she drinks from ifes waters the spirit of love
But if she drinks sorrow, that's not mine to show
lis the sweet springs I'd point out, as throug
life go,
Remembering, dear Kate, that some good may b
found
'Mong even the weeds that cucumber the ground
And, although you write harshly Of our littl
town,
| don't feel disposed upon you to frown;
Nor will abuse the homo of your BIRTH
| lis dearer to you than all else earth.
But when you SANDER our town, US you have /
the past,
| feel like defending her name till the the last
In conclusion, I'd say, no longer desire
To keep this thing along, for the public may tire
GU opened the dance, and you thought it goo
fun,
And perhaps you can finish the figure alone.
But il you ever expect to gain much renown,
1t wont do to scandal some other town;
If you wish to do battle, wait till you're Eel
rolled"
I Don't go to enlisting before you are called,
Speak kindly of all; take advice from a friend,
And this is tho point where contentious will on,
lis not best, upon this subject, longer to dwell,
SO henceforth, dear Katie bid you farewell.
NERMONTANA.
Leicester, Jan. 81, 1871.