New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1878-08-28
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The Foreclosure of the Mortgage.

The Foreclosure of the Mortgage.
Walk right in the settin' room; it's all in a
muddle, you see,
But hadn't no heart to right it, so I've Jest
let every thing be.
Besides, I'm a-goin' tom rrow-I calk'late to
start with the dawn
And the house won't seem so home-like if it's
all upset and fOrlOrn
! sent off the children this mornin'; they both
on 'em begged to stay,
But thought tWould be easier, mebbe, if I
was left alone to-day.
For this was the very day, Deacon, jest twenty
year ago,
That Caleb and me moved in; so couldn't
forgit it, you know,
We was so busy and happy!-we'd ben LIAR
ried month before
And Caleb acould clear the table and brush up
the kitchen floor,
Hesaid was tired, and he'd help me; but,
law! that was always his way
Always handy and helpful, and kind, to the
very last day.
Don't you your remember me Deacon that winter
Why, Caleb skursely left me, oteven to tend
to the farm.
There night and mornin' saw him, a-settin'
SO close to my bed,
And knew him in spite of the fever that
made me SO wild in my head
He never did nothin' to grieve me, until he
Il left me behind
Yes, know, there's no use in ta|kin', but
somehow it eases my mind.
Ana ne sot such store by you, Deacon,
needn't tell you now,
But unless he had your Judgment, he never
would buy acow.
wei, our cow is gone, and the horse too-p 90
Caleb was fond OF Jack,
And1 cried like fool this mornin' when
looked at the empty rack.
hope he'll be kindly treated; 'twould worry
poor Caleb so
If them Jones should whip the cretur- I
s'pose he amt like to know.
Eve been thinkin' it oyer lately, that when
Mary sickened and died,
Her fathers sperit was broken, for she was
allps his pride.
He WASH never so cherry; he'd smile, but
the smile Want bright,
And he didn't care for the cattle, though once
they'd ben his delight.
The neighbors all said he was allin', and they
tried to hint it to me;
They talked OF church yard cough; but, OH.
the blind are those who aron't see
never believed he was goin' till saw him
a-layin' here dead
There, there! don't be anxious Deacon: I
haven't no tears to shed.
I've tried to keep things together-pve ben
slavin' early and late
But | couldn't pay the interest, nor git the
teamwork straight.
So of course Tve gone behindhand, and if the
farm should sell
For enough to pay the mortgage, s'pose
twill be doin' well.
I've prayed against all hard feelin's, and to
walk as Christian ought,
But it's hard to see Caleb's children turned
out OF the place he bought;
And readin' that text in the Bible bout wild
ows and orphans, you know,
can't think the folks will prosper who are
willin' to see us go.
But there! I'm a-keepin you, Deacon, and
it's nigh your time for tea.
Won't I come over?" No, thank you; feel
better alone, you see.
Besides, | couldn't eat nothin' whenever I've
tried it to-day
There's somethin' here that chokes me. Pm
narvous, s'pose you'll say.
'I've worked too hard?' No, haven't. Why,
it's work that keeps me strong;
If sot there thinkin, Pm sartain my heart
would break before long.
Not that care about liv;n'. I'd ruther be
laid away
In the place I've marked beside Caleb, to rest
till the judgement-day.
But there's the children to think of-that
makes my dooty clear
And l'll try to foiler it, Deacon, though I'm
tired Of this earthly speer.
Good-by, then. sha'n't forgit you, nor all
the kindness you've showed;
Twill help to cheer me to-morrer, as I go Oh
my lonlely road,
For What are you sayin', Deacon? I
needn't needn't go?
Yow0e bought the mortgage, and l can stay?
Stop! say it over Slow
Jest wait now-jest wait minute-pll take it
in bime-by
That can stay. Why, Deacan, don't know
what makes me cry!
I haven't no words to thank YOU. Eff Caleb
was only here.
He'd sech head for speakin', he'd make my
feelin' clear.
There's picter in our old Bible Of an angel
from the skies,
And though he hasn't no great-coat and no
spectacles on his eyes,
he looks jest like you, Deacon, with YOUR
smile so good and trew
And whenever see that picte;. will make
me think Of you.
The children will be so happy! WHY. Debby
will most go wild;
She fretted so much at leaving her garding
behind, poor child!
And, law, I'm as glad as Debby, eff only
for jest one thing
NoD can tend the poises planted there last
spring
On Caleb's grave: he loved the flowers, and
it seems as eff he'll know
They're a-bloomin' all around him while he's
sleepin' there below
Mrs. E. i. CORBETT, IN H0YpeY's lIagazSne