The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1880-02-11
SOMERSET, Pa. WEDNESDAY. FEB. II. 1880

In time the sleigh bells Jingle, sharp and clear
Came to the ehildrcn's ever listening car,
And quick they crowded round the frJsty pane
I To watch their father coming home again.
/ And then tn, youngest climbed upon a chair
TO place the candle fo- a beacon there.
His chores al d ne, the bargains of the day
Told one by one, the bSotjack hung away.
His coat removed, bu; wearing still his bat,
| The farmer then sat down to have his chat
wal, you're booty good marster. they say.
! Andyou be, I've no doubt I've no doubt;
But you'll hev to look sharp or the big boys soae
! day.
! VIII p'r'aps pu YOU oat-put you out.
I We tried that game oncc. Sir, when was q boy
Aswe 'membered long srter-long arter;
He gin Us put out-out we didn't enjoy,
For W. jest caught Tartar-a Tartar.
o. had 10 travel to school good ways,
And twas mp on hill--on a hill;
They peared TO locate all on em them days,
As the would q wind -mili-a wind mill.
/ They had pooty hard wsrk, with the snJws and
the sleets,
To keep us from fr'e1in'-from ireezIn';
There was consid'abie coughin' up on the bach
seats,
And n good deal Of sneezin'-of snsszin.
Twas log house, you know, with hewed logs fol
the floor,
And the fireplace BOXED grimiy-loOket
grlmly
The cold air went in throagh the ehinks and th'
door.
And the warm air up chinly-up chimly,
A good edication I've thought for my son,
A good deal coGsarnin'--consirnin',
For I've made up my mind, that when all's said
and done.
There's nothin' like larnin'-iike larnin'.
Now wouldn't be no favor TO some boys see.
To send 'em to college-,o college,
For they don't never seem to get no sort Of idec
ofthe yally OF knowleiy ye-of knowledge.
The Book says you can't never make fig grow
Worth cent On ihistis-a thistle,
And pigs tail, as all ofus very well know,
Don't make q good whistIe--good whistle
You plant pink-eyes AMI bilbows both in the sans
field,
But you can't change their naters-.heir matters
The tops look alike, bat you ind by the yield
There's 4 difference in 'tzters-in 'taters.
Now you compare Vermont boys with what other'
you WILL
With Yankees-York Staters-York Staters,
You'll fad they amt small ones, nor few in .
hill; =
That's the difference ia 'ta.ers-in taters!'
Another home appears; upon the snow
The lingering twilight shed It's parting glow
And gave that dreamy landscape with ths hue
Ofearth and heaven. all bl sEded, to the view,
Till shade by shade /, slowly erept away.
Like some weird ghost of the departing day,
And darkness wrapped the outer world from
sight
And brought the stiffness Of the winter night.
In the room, when night advancing
Set the freIight's CLEAN to dancing
" iIh the wild, fantastic shadows on the wall,
And the husbands days work ended
Len him with his legs extended
ca the huge, old-fashioned settle, broad and tall
There l see the mother sitting,
AS she gently takes her knitting
Work from out the curious basket that the IN
dians woye-
Sitting in her old position.
On patchwork, feather cushion,
In her own low rocking ehait beside the stove.
Then her nImble-handed daughter
Started up aGd swiftly br'a aght her
Cherry light-stand from hseJrner where it stood
by day
Spread IN i; linen cloth Ia order,
With tied fringe ar und the border-
Brought the candle, with the saufiers and the
tray.
Like n miser with his riches,
Counting one by one the itehes.
So she "viddened" and she "narTeTei'' DER and
DER,
While the dog, with sleepy habits,
Lay and dreamed Of chasing rabbits,
And the kitten ehaset the ball upon the floor
So she sat there slowly rocking,
As she knit the little stocking,
Locking up With many a nod and tender smile
At her children's faces ruddy,
As she saw them a. their stuiy,
Softly humming sJme low ditty all the while.
And each note, perchance was bringing
To her, as she sat there singing,
It's own story ofthe shadowy long ago;
Then nomcn; seemed TO blend her
Voice with memories jet more tender,
And lullaby came from her, soft and low.
Knitting still, and never speaking,
Naught was heard except the cressiDg
OF her cnair's uncessing m5tion 10 and fro.
Ttll her bali Of yarn diminished,
AMI the baby's sock was finished,
With a little tip of whi,eness al the toe.
And then came her boy s distractions,
PurEling Ger his Vulgar Fractions
But she said, .My SON tonight vouii aot try;''
And a smile her face adorning,
% fpail seem easier in the morning;
Take good courage-it will come on, by ard by -
o, that faith Of loving kibdnessi
o, those words Of loving kinoness
Oi the ones wh1 gave their lives for such ss Ne
In our ears they sound forever.
Like the echoes, ending never,
In the she'll tha; brings it, music from the sea
Like their spirits fOni caressl Z,
Let their Z tmes tai like a blessing
On our children as We bring them u he font;
For something nobler th IN all others
God created all our mothers
TfSi created ali the mothers of Vermontt