New-York tribune., 1873-02-12
10, the wondering what we are and where we are going


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Nv life is lucky enough fancy, TO most mems eyes,
For the more family Grows, the oitener dies,
And it's now on SO long, 1t couldn't be otherwise
And sister Jane and mysei have learned to claim
She rules in the house at win, and I in the barn and
fields
So, nigh upon thirty years!as If written and signed
couldn't change If 1 would; I've lost the how aud
the when
One day my time viii be up and Jane be the mistress
For single are tough, aud live down the single
men.
She kept to herself she always the stronger
And my lot showed well enough, when looked around
in the land;
But In tired and sore at heart and don't quite under
stand.
wonder how It had been II ia taken what others need,
The plague they say, Of wife, the care OF younger
II Edith PeasantOn now were near me Edith Reed
Suppose that wen grown were there in the place Of
And felt myself in him. as was when my work begani
should feel no older sure, and certainly more man
daughter besides in the house; nay let there be two
We never can overdo the luck that can never be,
AND what has come to the most might also nave come
10 me.
I've thought when a neighbors wife his child was
carried away, =,
That TO have no loss was gain but nowI can hardly
He seems to possess them STILL under the ridges of clay
And share and share in life is, somehow, different
thing
From property held by deed and the riches that oft
feel SO close in the breast!-I think 1t must be the
Spring.
I'm drying mp Ike brook when the woods have Deen
You re sure it must always run, used to the
But il shrinks till there's only left stony ru in the
ground.
There's nothing do but to take the DAYS as they come
And not to worry with thoughts that nobody likes to
For people so seldom talk of the things they want to
know.
There's times when the way is plain, and everything
nearly right, - ,
And then OF sudden you stand like man with ciouded
bush seems often beast, in the dusk Of falling
night
must move my joints are stiff; the weather is breeding
Aud Dan is hurrying on with his Powteam up the lane
II 20 TO the village store d rather not talk with Jane
| New.York has been so much interested in Miss Emily
Faithful that few words about her Boston visit will
doubtless be in order She came, but she little,
except her large and brilliant audiencesshe conquered
our hearts but she was conquered by atmosphere
Our east winds famed her gently than their wont
our wintry skies smiled her-but in spite OF the
unexampled good behavior OF the weather. her Engsh
! throat could not stand iDexOrabe climate. From
evening" TO her matinee Saturday she did not step
outside her own room. Everybody had invited every
body else to her for the interest TO her was
universal But the people who were hidden to feast N
her honor passed the time in regrettng her absence,
and went away disappointed. Such Of us however, as
we're so fortunate 10 be admitted TO the room where
bronchitis held her prisoner, and learned 10 know
| her WELL can quite understand how 1t is
that she has welded powerful influence on the
destiny Of women She is at strong and tender.
Her true fearless brown eyes her cordial and ready
smile are the outward and visible signs Of an inward
aud spiritual grace. Her lectures were delivered with
great difficulty consequence Of the state OF her throat
but they thoroughly successful The 1irst one,
upon the Notable People whom she had known, was
listened to with interest and pleasure. The second
upon her own work and the Career OF Woman in day
was received with yeritable enthusiasm. She was the
first speaker on the Woman Question who has ever
deeply touched my stony heart, for have been as
YOU know an alien in the Icamp Of the SrOngninded.
But not TO be by Miss Faithful this question
would be impossible, since she herself is entirely
Just. so thoroughly in earnest. Len