The Tiffin tribune. (Tiffin, Ohio) 1868-1887, 1871-05-18
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orT OF YHE OLD HOUSE. kASCH:
FARM BALLAD.
By WILL. N. CARLETON.


Out Of the old house, Nancy-mOved up int
the new;
All the hurry and worry Is just as good a
through.
only bounden duty remains for you and
And that's 70 stand on the doorstep, here
and bid the old house goodbye.
What shell we've lived in, these nineteer
or twenty years.
Wonder Il hadn't smashed in, and tumbleC
about our ears;
Wonder it stuck together and answered til
to-day,
But every:IndividuaI log was put up here to
stay.
Things looked rather new, though, when
this old house was built,
And things that blossomed you, would'ye
made some women wilt;
And every other day, then, as sure as day
would break,
My neighbor Ager came this way, invitin'
/ me to shake.
And you, for want of neighbors, was some
times blue and sad,
/ For wolves, and bears, and wildcats, were
the nearest ones you had;
! But IoOkln' ahead to the clearin', we worked
with all our might.
( Until we were fairly out Of the woods, and
things was goin' right.
Look up there at our new house!-ain't It a
thing to see?
Tall and big and handsome, and new as new
can be;
Allin aPple-pie order, especially the shelves,
And never debt TO say but what We own it
all ourselves.
Look at our old log house-how little it now
appears!
But its never gone back on us, for nineteen
or twentyyears;
An won't go back on it now, or 90 to pok-
in fun,
There's such a thing as praisin' thing for
the good that it has done.
that night,
When we was fairly settled, and had things
snug and tight;
We feel as proud as you please, Nancy, over
our house that's new,
But We felt as proud under this old roof, and
a good deal prouder, too.
Never a handsomer house was seen beneath
the sun,
Kitchen and parlor and bed-roOm-we had
'em all in one;
And the fat old wooden clock that we bought
when we come West,
Was tickin' away in the corner there, an
doin' its level best
Trees was all around US, awhisperin' cheer
in words,
Loud was the squirrels chatter, and sweet
the songs of birds;
And home grew sweeter and brigEter-Our
courage began to mount
And things looked hearty and happy then,
and work appeared TO count.
And here, one night it happened, when
things was goin' bad,
We fell in a deep old quarrel-the first we
ever had;
And when you give out and cried, then
like fool give in,
An then we agreed 10 rub all cut, and start
the thing ag'in.
Here it was, you remember, we sat when the
And you was a maxim clothing that '0Gsnt
for either one;
And often soft word OF love I was soft
enough TO say,
And the wolves was hOwlin' in the woods
nottwenty rods away.
Yonder sat the cradle-a homely, home
made thing;
And, many night 1 rocked it, providin'
you would sing;
And many little squatter brought up with
us to stay,
And so that cradle for many year, was
never put away.
How they kept a comm ! so cunnin' and fat
and small!
How they growed! twas a wonder how We
found room for 'em all;
But though the house was crowded, it empty
seemed that day
When Jennie lay by the fireplace, there,
and moaned her life away.
And right in there the preacher, with bible
an hymn-bOok stood,
80 'Twixt the dead and the living" and
''hoped 'twouId do US good
And the little whitewood coffin on the table
there was set,
And now as rub my eyes it seems as If I
could see it yet.
Then that Mt Of sickness it brought on you,
you know;
Just by a thread you hung, and you cen
Almost let go;
And here is the spot 1 tumbled, an give the
Lord His due,
When the Doctor said the fever'd turned,
an he could fetch you through.
Yes, deal has happened to make this old
house dear;
Christenin's, funerals, weddin's-what hav-
en't we had here?
Not d log in this buildin' but its memories
has got,
And not nail in this old floor but touches a
tender spot.
Out Of the old house, Nancy-moved up into
the new;
All the hurry and worry Is just as good as
through:
But. Il tell you a thing right here, that amt
ashamed to say;
There's precious things in this old house, we
never can take away.
Here the old house will stand, but not as it
stood before;
Winds will whistle through II and rains will
flood the floor;
And over the hearth once blazing, the snow
drifts oft will pile,
And the old thing will seem TO be a mourn
in all the while.
Fare you we'll, old house! you're nsught that
can feel or see,
But you seem like a human being-a dear
old friend to me;
And we never will have 6, better home, II my
opinion stands,
Until we commence n keepin' house, in the
house not made with hands.
From the Toledo Blade.
100000.
shall never forget the uncomfOrta-
BILE position I found myself in through