The Middlebury register. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1850-1882, 1877-04-20

shows plainly enough
That his thoughts are not there.
The wife is discouraged,
Disheartened and sad,
Anxious and weary,
do not say mad;
At bearing the burden
OF life on alone,
Doubling her care
With the weight OF his own.
And the poor soul discovers
That instead of his glory,
As she once hoped to he,
She IL quite an old story.
That il suits him much better
To leave her alone,
And attend tn pursuits
Moro strictly his own.
And all the good papers
VIII lecture her sharp,
All in the same tune
Upon the same harp:
80 woman. thou builder,
Thou maker of home,
Form place 30 attractive
He never will roam"
II Is all stun and nonsense.
No woman, says J..
Can make home alone
1t IL useless TO try.
Let the wife keep the house,
For that Is her sphere.
Let them both keep the home
Ever sacred and dear
80 much for general principles
In regard 10 home abstract;
Let us concentrate our forces
And the farmers home attack.
Now very next To gotIine-s
Is cleanliness, we read;
And we may be thrifty farmers,
In every truth aud deed,
Without TOO much of Mother Earth
Diluted hy ourselves,
Within tho sink or on the iloor,
Or beneath The pantry shelves.
For our saLes don't rob the harnyard,
Many Il crop must yearly nail.
Ihirstiug for that fertilizer
On your boots and milking pail
Keep it tidy, round the dwelling,
no moi let the unused rake,
Plough and harrow, cart and wagon, :.
An unsightly dooryard make.
And my friends, the garden, garden-
IT'S a secret. But Pm told
Farmers wives, with extra gardens,
Seldom fret, and never scold.
VI lHls SliLtIutnt We lb Nbutt
No statistics could get.
When I asked them, then they answered
''Neyer saw the garden yet"
shade trees cost so very little.
And so much enhance our view.
Giving us grateful shelter
Let us have the shade trees. too.
Nail all struggling loose boards neatly;
should you lose pane of glass.
Don't stuff in old rags aud bundles,
Agonizing all who pass.
II you cannot reach glazicr,
Or yourselfprefer the task,
Isn't paper, tackled in firmly,
More respectable, ask.
The farmers wife need waichlul he,
And use her ears ami eyes,
SO many odds and ends, has she
Each year to utilize.
The rags will make carpet,
Aud the bits pretty rug,
And countless other things will make
Home tasteful, nice and snug.
And those lovely ferns and mosses
In the woods just over there,
They will render house more homelike,
When the Storm King rules the air.
skip Tor once the extra cooking,
skip the busting just one day,
skip the stove, and skip the mopping,
To the forest skip away.
How the crisp, Keen air will rest you,
On some bright November day;
You'll come home happier woman,
Half your trouble blown away.
Towering plants within the window
oil On
With their wealth of fragrant beauty
Home necessity are they.
One word now about our reading,
And the papers that we keep;
Don't subscribe TO get the chrome,
Don't subscribe because it's cheap.
Few indeed, among the farmers,
Travel far except in thought,
Let him take frstclass ticket,
Lest his journey count for naught.
What we are our papers make us
Very largely. all will own,
Politics, religion, morals,
From the papers take their tone.
When we read for recreation,
Leaving all our care awhile,
Let us read the best that's published,
Honest, upright, without guile
How different now the farmers home
From hfty years ago,
When grandma earded, spun and wove
The wool. and max and tow.
No time TO read, or write, VI play,
They called IL nonsense then,
To waste the time with story books
Was counted almost sin.
To-Day, the farmers home may take