Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1871-11-22
GOING EAST
A esterH B aIIad;
BY MIGEoNETTE.

By MIeEoSETTE.
Yes its best should go away! I'll leave him to her
for awhile
Forever, naybe,-who cares? He'll miss my old war
smile,
And perhaps the hands that have always been ready
to do for him.
But won't be block in his way. can see, though
my eyes are dim. .
Thirty-two years, come Autumn, I've been his own
true wife
We've had our differing sometimes, but never Sc
rious strife.
I've worked and planned and helped him to all that
he owns to. day;
And he's seemed like part of me- always, ever since
we were children ct play.
How happy we were that winter we lived in the little
log house
Only two rooms and cellar but everything snug as
mouse
And Neddy, our frst, was born there; and John was
so GLAD he cried lr-.
And my heart it just ran over with wife's and a
mothers pride.
He wrote our friends in New Hampshire how well we
were getting on, --
But of al the crops we had raised the best was the
Little One
Am I laughing Pa foolish old woman my dull
eyes all afow
Over something that happened thirty long years
ago!
The children have grown up and left US two in the
graveyard lie;
The others have married and settled. We're alone
again-John and I. g a.... p
And he loved me-, till this bad woman here to
break my heart. -s--f.
And now it is best that leave hi-better for us to
part. -""it
She is wonderful singer-she makes the old house
ring;
And there's something about her reminds me of a
Wild bird on the wing.
And her face looks good and honest Yes-in spite
of her evil ways
For the sake of my dead daughter III say that much
in her praise.
Friendship, I think they call it, he was always a
handsome man,
And he has good learning, and argues as well as a
lawyer can.
His years sit lightly on him, while am thin and
gray;
But my spirit is young and it loves him. And-so-
win go away. 7sl
III go to my dear old Hampshire-I'n go to my
mothers grave,
And I'll let my sick heart break there in one great
sobbing wave.
The few little years that left will drag their
seasons ON, .-5s -sss= r -.'
Till death shall corne-and in heaven maybe III find
my john.
Here's shirts and stockings to last providing
Tsr never come back 0.#
And Biddy viii see to the house. There's nothing
that he'll lack
Unless, when he has his headaches, he MAXWELL he
always said
That no medicine ever helped him like NV hands
upon his head. .--
IN take this picture with me. It looks as he did the
day -
We stood up in church and were-Oh! ssyell, WHEY
what IS to pay?
thought heard you crying! No, don't you
budge-not an inch,
LII you lei Inc wiaGS Inc matter! Old WHEY, what
is the pinch?
Crying over this scarecrow-no wonder look at
his hair
Plastered over his temples his-well, there-there
there!
heard it ALL my Sweetheart, and what an old fool
have been, ~ --.'@
To let you think I travelling straight to such
meanness and sin
u.
g She's only my brothers. daughter, and she-no,
you needn't speak
She's IN love with a decent young fellow and will
marry him this day week -
Brother Tom-you know the skinfint-is dead set
against there-there-
GU shall finish your cry in my bosom I haint
been, dear, quite fair;
10.
should have told you. But secrets are hard fora
woman to keep.
I knew it would fret you, Janey, and rob you of
needfuI sIeepI
No such thing But, Sweetheart can prove 1t to
you you see;
For you've failed to keep this secret-ts depth of
your lOge for me :"