National opinion. [volume] (Bradford, Vt.) 1865-1874, 1872-10-04
Thinking Aloud.
ny MI0NoNrT rB.

Yes, it's best should go away III leave him
to her for while
Forever, mayle-w, cares Hell miss my
old wan smile,
And perhaps the hands that have always been
ready to do for him.
But won't be n block in his wayl can see
though my eyes are dim.
Thlrty.two years come autumn I've been his
own true wife.
We've had our offerings sometimes, but never
serious strife.
I've worked and planned, and helped him to
all that ho owns to-day,
And he's seemed like part of me always, ever
since we were children at play.
How happy we were that winter we lived in the
little log-house
Only two rooms and a cellar, but everything
sung as mouse.
AMI Neddy, our fest, was born there, and
John was so glad he cried,
And my heart, it just ran over with a wifes and
mothers pride.
He wrote our friends in New Hampshire how
wen we were HettnS on,
But Of all the crops he raised, the best was the
Little One.
And laughing "a foolish old woman-my dull
eyes al allow
Over something that happened thirty long
years agOl
The children have grown up and left us two
in the graveyard lie,
The others have married and settled. ~ re
alone again-John and l.
And he loved me till this bad woman came here
10 break NV heart,
AMI nowi /. best that 1 leave him-bstter for
Us TO part,
She is a wonderful singer-she makes the old
house nug
And there's something about her reminds me
Of Wild bird on the wing,
And her face looks good and honest yes in
spite Of her evil ways
For tho sake Of my dead daughter, III say that
much in her praise.
Friendship" / think they can it. He was
always a handsome man,
Aud he has good learning and argues as well
as lawyer can.
His years ait lightly on him while l am thin
and gray;
But my spirit is young, and it lover HIM And
sol will go away.
I'll 90 to my dear old Hampshire III go to ny
mothers grave,
And I'll lot my slck heart break there in ono
great sobong wave.
The few little years that are left me viii drag
their season on,
Til death shall come, and in heaven maybe
III find my John!
Hero's shirts and stockings to last him-pro-
viding never come back;
And Biddy will see to the house. There's moth
ing that he'll lack
Unless. when he has his headaches, he may
well, he always said
That no medicine ever helped him like my
hands upon his head.
I'll take this picture with me. 1t looks as he
did the day
We stood mp in church and were-0b Well,
wiley, what is to pay?
thought heard you a-cryinl No, don't you
hudge--u not an inch
AL .'pu WI L"~ "u'N : Ni' hattt4 piu VIC
what is the pinch?
"Cryin over this searecrow-no wonder look |
at his hair
Plastered over his temples = his-well- there |
there Hde--
l heard it all my sweetheart, and what an old
foil Eve heen
To let YOU think was traven' straight to such
mcanness aud sin
"Shes only my brothers daughter, and She
no, you needn't speak
She's in love with decent young fellow and
will marry him this week.
Brother Tom-you know the skinnint-is dead |.
set against there thore--
You sha finish your cry in my bosom haint
been, dear, quite fair.
"Ishouldn't have told you, But secrets are hard |
tor woman to keep!
l knew it would fret you, Jancy, and rob you
OF needfu s'ecpl
"No such thng2' But, sweetheart, l can prove
IT tc you, You see,
For you failed to keep this secret-h depth of
your lore fo, me ~