The Toledo chronicle. [volume] (Toledo, Tama County, Iowa) 1873-1924, 1876-07-27

! Run quick, Mother Rat, oh, if you but knew
How syly old Tabby is watching for you,
She's creeping SO softly-pray, pray do not wait!
She springs!-she has grabbed you!-ah, now It's
too late!
And this is the cat, etc.
Too late yes too late! All your struggles are
vain:
| You never will see those dear children again!
All sadly they sit in their desoate home,
Looking ont for the mother that never will come.
! When Pussy had finished. she said, with smile,
- think will walk i'll the garden awhile,
And there take nap in some sunshny spot"
Bose laughed TO himself, he said: Il think
notlN
just as Puss shuts her eyelids, oh! what does she
hear?
" Bow-wow!" and /" Bow-wow!' very close at hel
Now away up pole all trembling she springs,
And there. on its top, all trembling, she clings.
And this is the dog, etc.
Said Bose to himself: '.Whata great dog am I?
When my voice is heard who dares to come nigh
Now I'll worry that cow Ha, ha, ha! Oh. if sh,
Should run up pole, how funny t would bel"
Poor Bose! you will wish that you'd never beer
When you bark at that COW with the crumpleC
| Way you 90, with toss, high up in the air!
Do you like it, old Bose? Is it pleasant up there
And this is the COW, etc.
Now when this old Molly, so famous in story,
Left Bose on the ground. all bereft of his glory
She walkedto the valley fast as she could
Where dear little maid with 4 milking-pai
And this is the maiden, etc.
Alas a maiden all fororn was she,
Woful and sad, and piteous to seel
With weary step she walked, and many a sigh
Her cheek was pale. tear bedimmed her eye
She sat her down, with melancholy air,
Among the flowers that bloomed so sweetly there
And thus. with casped hands. she made her moan
All, met she said All, me! I'm all alone!
In all the world are none who care for me;
| In all the world are none care to see
! No one to me a kindly message brings:
Nobody gives me any pretty things.
! Nobody asks me am sick or we'll
| Nobody listens when I've aught to tell
| Kind words of love I've never never known
All, me!'' she said, It's sad to be alone,'
Now up jumps the man all tattered and torn.
And he says TO the maiden Don't sit there for
lorn.
| Behind this wild rosebush I've heard all YOU said
And III love and protect you, you dear little
maid.
For oft have hid there. so bashful and shy.
And peeped through the roses to see you 90 by;
| know every look of those features so fair.
| | know every curl of your bright golden hair
My garments are in bad condi ion no doubt:
But the love that give you shall never wear out
Now, I'll be the husband if you'll be the wife,
And together we'll live without trouble or strife"
And this is the man, etc.
Thought the maid to herself; oh. what beautiful
words!
| Sweecr than Music or singing of birds,
How pleasant t will be thus to live all my life
With this kind lie man, without trouble or
strife.
If his clothes all tattered and torn, why, It's
What he needs is a wife that can mend them
again.
And he brought them to such sorry plight, it may
be-
Mong the thorns of the roses, while watching for
met
And when this wise maiden looked up in his face,
She saw there look full of sweetness and grace
Twas truth-telling face. Yes I'll trust you"
said she.
All kiss must take, if you trust met quoth
he:
And sincewe're so happily both of a mind
We set off together the priest for to find
Now hand in hand along they pass
Tripping it lightly over the grass,
By pleasant ways, through fields of flowers
BY shady lanes, through greenwood bowers
The bright little leaves they dance in the breeze,
And the birds sing merrily up in the trees
The maiden smiles as they onward 90
Forgotten now her longing and woe;
And the good little man he does care for her so,
He cheers the way with his pleasant talk
Finds the softest paths where her feet may walk,
| Stays her to rest in the sheltered nook
Guides her carefully over the brook,
Lifts her tenderly the stiIe.
Speaking so cheerily all the while
And pucks the prettiest wild flowers there.
To deck the curls of her golden hair.
Says the joyful maid: = Not flower that grows
Is SO fair for me the sweet cjid rose"'
Thus journeying on, by greenwood and dell,
They came at last, where the priest did dwell
Ajoily fat priest, as | have heard tell:
jolly fat priest, all shaven and shorn,
With long, black cassock so jauntily worm
And this is the priest, etc.
" Good morrow Sir Priest. will you marry lis
two:''
= That | WILL" SAID the priest, " if ye're both
lovers true!
But when little man. shall your wedding day be-"
" Tomorrow good Priest if You can agree.
At the sweet hour of sunrise when the new day
Is rosy and fresh in its morning array
When flowers are awaking. and birds full of glee
At the top of the morning our wedding shall bel
And since friends we have none for this wedding
of ours
No guests shall there be- save the birds and the
flowers:
And we'll stand out among them in sight of them
all
Where the pink and white blooms of the APPLE
tree fall"
sod zooksl" cried the priest what A wedding
We'll see
Tomorrow, at sun-rising under the treey''
Next morning, while sleeping his sweetest sleep.
The priest was aroused from his slumbers deep
BY the clarion voice of chanticleer
Sudden and shriil, from the apple-tree near
Wake up! wake up!'' il seemed to say;
wake up! wake up there's a wedding to-dav!,
And this was the cock that crowed in the morn,
That walked the priest all shaven and shorn
That married the man all tattered and torn,
That kissed the maiden all fororn.
That MIXED the COW with the crumpled horn
That tossed the dog that worried the cat, that
caught the rot. that ate the corn that lay in
the house that Jack built.
libby Norton Diaz, in 81. Nicholas for 4Wgusf.