Rutland weekly herald. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1859-1877, 1871-07-27
BETSY DESTROYS THE PAPER
sequel TO s.Betsey and are Out"
BY HELEN BARRON BosTwIcK.

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 to me.
And the mount of it IS we're minded to try once
more to agree
say,
Caleb Is stalking his pea-vines, and couldn't come
to-day
Just to tell you and the parson how that we've
changed our mind,
So I'll tear up the paper, lawyer, GU see it wasn't
signed.
And now if the parson is 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,
We might,t have chang d our mind squire, if he'd
been lawyer too.
Therel How good the feels, and he grass
and BLOWN trees,
Something about them lawyers IN axes ma feel hit
W AStAct
1 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 Gays waverin', little, Caleb
and me,
And wished the hateful paper at the bottom of
the sea-
But guess twas the prayer last evening, and the
few words you said,
That thawed the ice between US, and brought
things to head.
You see when we came TO a division, there was
things that wouldn't divide.
There was our twelve old-baby, she couldn't be
satisfied
To 20 with one or the other, but just kept whim-
perrin low,
"Ill stay with papa and mamma, and where they
go TIL CO."
Then there was Grandsire's Bible, and he died on
our wedding day,
We couldn't halve the old Bible, and should it go
stay
The sheets that were Caleb's mothers, her samp-
lar on the wall,
With the sweet old names worked n-Tryphena,
and Eunice, and Paul.
1t began to be hard then, parson, but it grew
harder still,
Talkin' of Caleb established down at McHenrys-
vile;
Three dollars a week 'twould cost him no mend
in nor sort of care.
And board at the Widow Meacham's, a woman
that wears false hair.
Still he went on talkin'; I agreed to knit some
socks,
And make a dozen stripped shirts, and pair OF
wa'mus frocks;
And he was to cut doorway from the kitchen to
the shed,
"Save you climbing steps much, in frosty wealth
err" he said.
He brought me the pen at last felt sinkin'-
and he
Looked as he did with the agur, il Spring of six
ty-three,
Twas then you dropped in, parsOn; 'twant 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 never WAS my
way.
can't see
Are triding more aggravatin' than men know
how to be.
Then, psrson, the neighbors' meddlin'-it wasn't
pourin' oil,
And the church laborin with us; twas worse
than vast, toll,
And I've thought and so has Caleb, though may
be wrong.
If they'd kept to their own business, we should
have got along.
There was Deacon Amos Purdy, good man as
We know.
But hadn't gift of laborin' except with the
scythe and hoe;
Then load came over in peach time, from the
Wilbur neighborhooi
Season of prayer" they called it it didn't do an
atom of good.
III tell you about the heifer one If the kindest
and best
That brother Ephraim gave me the fall he moved
out West
I'm free to own it red me, that Caleb should
think and say
she died of convulsions-a COW that. MIXED fonr
gallcEs day.
But needn't have spoke Of turnips, needn't have
been so cross,
And said hard things and limited as if t Fas all my
loss;
And I'll take it all backIparson; that fire shan't
ever break out,
Though the was chokea with turnip never
had doubt.
Then there are p'iut's Of doctrine, and views of
future state.
I'm willing to stop discusain'; we can both afford
to wait;
'Twont bring the millennium sooner, sputin.
about when It's due,
Although 1 feel an assurance tina! mines the
Scriptural view.
But the blessedest truth of the Bibe, I've learned
to think don't lie
In the texts we hunt with a indie, to prove our
doctrines by,
But them that come 10 US in sorrow AMI when |
we're on our knees,
So if Caleb won't argue on free-will, I'll leave
alone the DEGREES
One notion of Caleb's parson, seems rather misty
and dim,
1 wish if it comes convenient you'd change word
with him,
1t don't stand quite to reason, and for gospel isn't
clear,
Tha. folks love better in Heaven for havin' quar-
relied here.
I've no such an expectation; why parson, if that
is so,
You needn't have work ed so faithful to reconcile
folks below;
1 hold another opinion, and hold it straight and
square,
II we can't be peaceable here, We won't be peace
able there.
But there's the request he made, you know it,
parson, about
Bein' laid under the naples that his own hand set
out,
And me to be laid beside him when my time
comes to go,
As if-as if-don't mind me; but it was that on
strung me So
And now that some scales as we think. have fall
len from our eyes,