The Columbian. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1866-1910, 1878-10-04
POetical.
THE FORECLOSURE OF THE MORTGAGE.
BY MRS. p. 7. CORBETr.

Walk right in the sttin. room, Deacon; It's all in a
muddle, you see,
But hadn't no heart to right I've Jest let every
thing be.
Besides, I'm a-goln' to-morror-I calk1ato to start
with the dawn
And the house won't seem so home-ke II It's all up
sot and fororn
sent on the children this mornin' they both on
'em begged to stay,
But thought twould be easier mebbe, If I was
alone to-day.
For this was the very day. Deacon Jest twenty years
ago,
That caleb and me moved in 50 couldn't forget It,
you know.
We was so busy and happy wed been married
month before
And Caleb would clear the table and brush up the
Kitchen floor.
lie said 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 remember, Deacon, that winter broke
| my arm?
Why Caleb skursely left me, not to tend to the
| farm.
There night ans mornin' him, a-sittn' so close
| to my bed,
And knew him in spite OF the fever that made Inc
| wild in my head.
lie never ala nOthn 10 grleVe me- until he lett Inc
| behind
Yes, know there's no use in takin', but somehow
| 1t eases my mind
And he sot such store by you, Deacon, needn't tel
| you now,
But unless he had your Judgment, he never would
buy a cow.
Wen. our cows is gone, and the horse too-poor
Caleb was fond of Jack
And cried like a fool this moroin when looked al
| the empty rack.
hope he'll be kindly treated; twould worry pool
Caleb SO
If them Joneses should whip the cretur-but Ispost
he amt like to know.
I've ben thinkin' 1t over lately, that when Mary sick
| ened and died,
Her fathers sperrit was broken, for she was allu
his pride.
he wasn't never so cherry; he'd SMILE but the sm
| want bright.
And lie didn't care for the CATTLE though once tney(
ben his delight.
The neighDors all said he atlin, and they trcC
to hint It to me;
They talked OF church-yard cough but, oh ! til,
blind are those who won't see
| never believed he goin' TIL saw him a-layi
| here dead
There, there don't be anxious Deacon; haven't NJ
| tears to she'd
I've tried to keep thipgs together-Tve ben slavin
But couldn't pay the ntrest nor git the farm-woil
| straight
So Of course I've gone behlndhand, and If the farm
| should sell
For enough TO pay the mortgage, s'pose twin b.
| dom well.
I've prayed aginst ali hard feelins, aud to walk as
Christian ought,
But It's hard to see Calebs children turned out 0
| the place he bought
.1i,Ht
orphans you know,
l can't think the folks will prosper who are willin t.
see us go.
But there! I'm a-keepin' you Deacon, and its nig
your time for tea.
"Won't l come over ?" No, thank you feel bette
alone. you see,
Besides, couldn't eat nothln'; whenever I've tried
, to-day
There's somethn' here that chokes me- I'm narvou
s'pose you1l say.
''Iye worked too hard ?" No. haven't. Why, It
work that keeps me strong;
II sOt here thinkIn', I'm sGrtu my heart woul
| break before long.
Not that care about livln'. I'd rather be lai
away
In the place I've marked beside Caleb, to rest till I'll
Jedgment-day.
But there's the children to think of-that makes IN
| dOoty clear,
| i
this earthly speer.
, Good-by, then. ] sha'nr forget you, nor all Il
kindness you've showed
Twill help to cheer me tomorTer as ! go on my lon
ly road,
, For-what are you sayln,' Deacon? / needn't
, needn't go?
, You've bought the mortgage, and can stay? Sto
, say 1t over Slow
; Jest wait nOw-jest wait mnute-Ill take It
bmeby
c That can stay. Why Deacon, don't know VIII
: makes me cry
. l haven't no words to thank you. Ell Caleb was on
here,
He'd sech head for speakin', he'd make my feeliI
clear.
C There's picter in our old Bible OF an angel frc
c the Skies
And though he hasn't no great-coat, and no spect
c Giles on his eyes,
C He looks Jest like you, Deacon, with your smile
q q good and trew,
c And wheneverI see that picter, ,twell make me th
L OF you.
c The children VIII be so happy Why, Debby W
c most go wild;
She fretted so much at leavln' her gardlng benin
c poor child
C thing
= Now can tend the posies ! planted there ID
c spring
c On Calebs grave he loved the flowers, and 1t seel
ID as ef he'll know
c They're a.bloomin' all around him while he's sleep
&c there below.