The Albany register. [volume] (Albany, Or.) 1868-18??, 1875-03-05

found it almost impossible to make ont
O programme because of SO MANY assist
ants, each ready with suggestion, and
no two OF them agreeing on the same
thing. At last one of the girls said.
"Oh, Matte, let's call it composition
day, and TINS proposition being at once
accepted they soon came to order, and in
q few minutes each one was thouphfullv
considering suitable subject. ssI shalt
write poetry, whispered Nelly Morse to
her next neighbor. sAuntie saws she
was natural-born poet if she had only
had chance, and am Just like her
everybody says so.''
Joe Barton heard this confidential /
piece of information, and with merry |
twinkle in his eye concluded that he /
would write poetry too.
An hour. passed, while busy fingers
wrote and erased alternately. and the |
teacher called for their exercises. Lizzie |
Wyman held up her hand as signal
that she was ready, and viii give her |
composition just as it was written, hoping |
that my young readers may be able to |
correct her misspelled words. Her sub |
iect was:
GA LETTER TO MY ANT
g M DEAR AEr.-I now take my pen in hand
y
willy has got the neslee, and . very bad COT.
found . last years birds nest in the old maple
tree, and put some white beans in it for eggs
Johnnie said had better put some corn in it too
and then it would hatch out succotash, but
don't believe one word of it. Old Bridget Lark
is dead. and We can't have her to waah for us
any more. Ny pen Is poor my ink is pal, my
my slate, but I thought that would be nice
verse to end on with. Mother cut a cranbery
half in two and put it on her jsint to cure her
nf
nece. LIz4TE VIVIAN.
Next came Nellie Morse's poetry. It
ran as follows:
GAS was gazing the water
saw q man a-mixing morter;
The more ne mixed the worse it grew;
He Slapped his wings and away he new;
And there he sat and gazed at me,
And he gazed he in Night,
And this Is all have to write."
| Nellie sat down looking quite proud
signifed his readiness to read his compo-
sition. The teacher nodded assent, and
| he read:
"a poor old maid, and all forlorn,
Declared she was a poet born,
And as I'd nothing else to do
thought I'd be poet too.
have dog, his name is Nose;
"Tis wonderful how much he knows
He'll chase the hogs, the sheep and COWS,
And scare them with his loud bow-wows.
His kennel it is warm and good,
And there he goes to eat his food,
He'll scratch and sneeze,
And bite his deas,
And do it All with perfect ease.'
The scholars all laughed at Joe's COM
position excepting Nellie Morse, and she
g made face at him the first time that
she caught him looking that way.
''I wrote some rhymes, too" whis-
pered Susie Day, and she blushed like a
primrose as she read:
..sprng will soon come, and the birds be singing
The hawk, owl and blue-jay, the thrush and
Then On the trees behold the sweet robin.
81 had to leave of the sg' in bobbing
to make it rhyme with robin, she said
apologetoally. No one thought of
the pet of the whole school.
Henry Wilson then read letter on
prayer-meetings. Here it is:
"Prayer-meetings are very solemn places.
go every Wednesday night. should not go 80
often, but my father is deacon and he makes
because 1t Is always about the same thing, and
know just what is coming every time. Uncle
Jacob Skinner is SO deaf that he can't hear what
and snores as loud as the Big organ upstairs.
And Deacon Summers always tells how wicked
he is, though don't believe he ever stole an
through talking he asks the prayers of the
, church that he may continue on, though
should not want to continue ON if thought
was as wicked as he says he is. can't think OF
much more to say about prayer-meetings only
: fell asleep once and dreamed that Joe Bart6z
, had me down, and was stufing my mouth ful
of sand, and 1 fell on the seat and screamed
! right out Help, help!' and old Mrs. Waltor
! ! came over where was and asked me If
wanted the prayers of the church. was AWfu
> ashamed and so was mother, and she shook ma
and said shouldn't go to prayer meeting agar
very soon, and wish she had kept her word
; but she didn't I cannot think Of much NOR
, to say on this subject, only found horsesho.
and gave it to old Bobbie Vain to keep th
, witches away from his colt. He believes il
witches. So no moro at present"
/ cannot tell you all that was written
but John Wyman's composition csm
last. He wrote one about his teacher
. as follows:
Sc thought would make up compo
sition about Miss Warren. Miss Warrel
Is nice teacher, and she wears a whit
apron. We all learn a good deal ever.
: day, and she kept Tom Wilber in at re
cess because he tore Henry Wilson's Goa
: and pricked me with pin. So good
by.
AS it was about noon, and all the com
: positions had been read, the teacher be
;. slowed few words of commendatio
= and then proposed on adjournment. Sh
> told Henry Wilson, however, that b
!, ought to speak more respectfully c
: prayer-meetings, and she was eve
= thoughtful enough to inform him tbs
Doubling Thomas lost o great blessin
: : by staying away from the prayer-mee
Z ing. The school then dispersed, an
though they all said it was pity tbs
= Miss Warren was sick, no one denied thu
playing school was rare sport.-He0rt
>, and Home
- Didn't Like the OdOr.
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