Vermont phÅ“nix. [volume] (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1834-1955, 1873-01-24
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l am right! Good by, old chspi
Twenty-four hours, that won't be long.
Nothing 20 do but take nap
And-esyi can fellow sing song9
viii the light fantastic be in order,
pigeon-wing on your pantry hoorG
What are the rules for q regular boarder7
He quiet All right -Cdne ciong goes the door!
Ciony oiiek the bolts and am locked in
Some pious reflection aud repentance
Come next, suppose, for just begin
To perceive the sting in the tail OF my senience,-
lone day whereof shall be solitary"
Here l am at the end Of my journey.
And-wel II Amt jolly, not so very!
I'd like to throttle that sharp attorney!
lie took my money, the very last dollar,
Didn't leave much as . dime,
Not enough to buy me paper collar
To wear At my trial; he knew all the titne
T WAS some that got for the stolen silver
Why hasn't he been indicted tool
II he doesn't exactly rob and piifer,
He lives by the plumber OF them that do
Then didn't It put nue. into fury,
To see him step up, and laugh aud chat
With the county attorney, and joke with the jury,
when all was over, then 60 for hts hat,
while Sue was Hobbing to break her heart,
And all could do was 10 stand and starel
He pleaded my cause, he had played his part
Aud got his fee, and what more did he care:
TIA droll To think, just out yonder,
The world gees jogging ON the same
Old men will save and boys will squaudcr
And fellows will play at the same old game
OF get-and-spend, tomorrow, next year,
:. And drink and csrouse, aud who will there be
TO remember comrade buried here I
am nothing to them, they are nothing To mel
And Sue yes she will forget me tool
tnowi already her tears drying.
believe there's nothing that girl can do
30 easy as laughing aud lying and crying.
she cung to well while there hope,
Then broke her heart In that last wild sob;
But she Amt going to sit and NOPE
-. While Am at work on Ave years. job.
They'll set me To learning trade, no doubt;
And must forget to speak smile.
shall go marching in and out,
one Of sil' mt, trampinR file
OF feone, At morning noon and night
Just down to the shops and back TO the cells.
And work with thief at left and right,
And feed and sleep and-nOthng elsef
Was born for this, Will the old folks know:
can them the old home plsce:
His gait is feeble, his step is slow.
There's settled grief in his furrowed face
While she goes YEARLY grouping about
In q sort Of dream, so bent and sad
But this won't dot must sing aud shout
And forget myself, OF else 20 mad
Won't be foolish: although for minute
was there in my little more.
What wouldn't give just now to be In IL
The bed is yonder, and there Ia the door:
The Pfble ia here on the neat white stand:
The summer-sweets are ripening now;
In the fickering light reach my hand
From the window, and pluck them from the bUugh
when was a child 70, well for me
And them If had never been oderD
When he told me stories on his knee,
And tossed me, and carried me on his shoulder ;
When she knelt down and heard my prayer,
And gave me In bed my goodnight kiss,
Did ever they think that all their
For an only son could come to thse
Foolish again! No .ense in tears
Aud knsshng tine teeth! Aud yet--go somehow
haven't thought of them So for many years
never knew them, think, till now.
How fondly, how blindly, they trusted me.
knVl ah,N huNFa haaV. la, bod
clipped from tho window, aud down the tree,
And suweI for the harvest which now reap
And Jennie, how couid bear to leave herr
II had but wished but was a fooll
Ny heart was hlled with thirst aud fever
which sweet airs from heaven could coal
can hear her asking, Have you heard? ?"
But mother falters, and shakes her head:
20 Jenniel Jennie! never word!
What eau It mean? He must be deadr'
Iight-hearted, a proud, ambitious lad,
left my home that morning in May;
What visions, what hopes what plans | had
And what have Where are they sll-today'
Wild fellows, and wine, and debts, aud gaming,
Disgrace, and the loss Of place and friend,
Hhd was an outlaw, past retaining:
Arrest and sentence, and-this IL the endi
Five years! Shall ever quit this prison,
Homeless, an outcsst, where shall co.
Return TO them, ike one arisen
From the grave, that buried long agof
AL is still, it's the close Of the week;
sill through the garden, stop by the well.
see him totter, hear her shrek!
What sort OF = tale will have to telf
But here I am! Whats the use n srievins-
Five yesrs-wil II he too late to begin?
Can sober thinking and honest living
Still make me the man might have been-
III sleep; o. would could wake tomorrow
IN that old room. to lind, at lsst,
That all my trouble and all their
Are only dream of the night that II past
-SHdrtio Morthig.