Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1880-01-30

These cookies have got awful hard and dry.
The caraway seeds like little bits of wood;
But mehhe you can eat one-now, do try
The children allus think they're proper good.
Can you make room for ila;,-jacks on your pate:
They've stood 81 long | guess they're ruihcr
tough
This boy don't mind it-sccnls as if he ate
As though he never could III half enough.
Children are master hungry at his age.
Now. don't you think 50 - declare this pie
Is dreiiul hot the punkin's best III wage,
Well cool the mince, and have II hy and by.
This sweet cake. now it riz up nice and light,
AMI then II fell.-lm sorry. for my man
Sets great store by II when he comes AT might -
Now, II" make out Il supper II YOU cih
So speaking IN apolosric strain
TINS woman placed before The teacher : eye
supper that, repeated once again,
MgHi tempt the very SAINTS 10 ;siutiony-
In time The sleig. he'll. jingle. sharp and clear,
came 10 the chlllr2n's evci-li>tennG car.
And quick the, crowded round the frosty pane
To watch their father coming home asan,
And then iac Youngest climbed upon chair
To place the candle for a beacon there.
His chores all done, the bargains ofth dly
Told one iy one. the h"oi-jack hung away.
His coat removed hut wearing sill MS hat,
The iatIner then sal down 10 have has chat
Wal. You're p1oiy good marstcr. they say,
And You b., I've no dnubt-Ivc no doubt;
Bat you'll hey 10 lopS sharp o. the hg boys, SOME
dly.
VIII p'raps pui yru OUTPUT you out.
W. lled itai game once 81 when was a boy
As VT nlslil''tfci long .lllHf-ltiiH AtiFF
lie gin Us a l..i-oui We didr rnjuv
For W. jest caught TARTAR Tartar,
o. had 10 ira' cl 10 school good ways,
And twas up on a hilton Il hIll:
They 'pcarcl In locate all on 'cm. them d.A-.
As they would a windmill windmill.
Ihey had Pocty hard work, with the SHOWS and the
sheets.
To Keep us from freczin'-from freczin';
There was consld'aile coughn up on the back
seats.
And good deal Of snccziu'-of sneezin'.
Twas Il log litn-s, know, with hcMcd logs Tor 4
rour.
And the fireplace looked erinlly-looSed grmly
The cold air went in through the chinks and the
door.
And the warm air up c,imly-up chimly.
good edication i've thought, Tor my son,
A good deal consarnin-coasarnin'.
For I've made up my mind that, when ais said and
There's nothin' like larnin'-like arnln'
Now. twnudnt he no favor 10 some boys see,
To send EN- 10 c0llege-to college.
Foe they don't never seem TO gel no sort OF ilee
OF the vally OF knowledge-of knowledge
The book says Won can't never make a liz grow
Worth 4 cent on thistle-a thistle,
And Pigs tai, As all on Us very well know,
Don't make good whistle-good whistle.
Iou plant pink-eyes and bilb0ws both in the same
Held,
But You cant change their natrr5-their matters;
The tops Look alike, hut YOU tnI by the yield
There's difference in taiers-in 'taters.
Now. Won compare Vermont boys Niti' ~"r' '''"rr-
Witn lankees-York Staters-Tork staiels,
Non'll find they amt small ones. nos few in hill =
That's the difference In 'tatsrs--in taters =
Another home appears upon the snow
The lingering twilight sheds lis parting glow
And gave that dreamy landscape with the hue
Ui earth ami heaven, all blended. 10 the view,
Till shade by shade II slowly crept away.
Like some weird ghost of the departing day.
And darkness wrapt the outer world frnm sight,
And brought the stiffness Of the Winter night.
In the room, when night advancing
Sci the irclight's CLEAN TO dancing
With the wild. fantastic shadows on The wall
Andt husbands days work ended
Left him win his legs extended
ON the huge oid-fashioned settle, broad and tall,
There see the mother sitting.
As she gently takes her knitting
Work from our the curious basket that the Indians
Sitting in her old position.
On 4 patchwork, feather cushion.
In her own low rockingham beside the stove.
Then her nimi.le-hauded daughter
Started up aud swiftly brought her
Cherry-Eht stand from the corner where II stood
by day
Spread The linen cloth in order.
With fieti fringe around the border
Brought rEc candle, with the snufTers and the
tray.
Like a mser with his riches.
Counting one lay one the stitches.
So she ''wideneI" and she narrowed DER and
DER.
While the dog of sleepy habits.
Lay and dreamed of chasing rabbits
And the kitten chased the bail upon the floor.
So she sat there slowly rocking,
As she knit the little stocking,
Looking up with many nod and tender smile
AT her children's faces rudy.
As she saw them al their study.
Softly humming some low ditty all the while.
AMI each note, perchance, was bringing
To her As she sat there singing.
Its own story of the shadowy long ago:
Then moment seemed TO blend her
Voice with memories yet more tender.
And a lullaby came from her, soft and low.
Knitting still. and never speaking,
Naughi was heard except the creaking
OF her chairs unceasing motion to and fro,
Til her ball of yarn diminished,
And the hahys sock was finished
With a little tip of whiteness al the toe.
And then came her boys distractions,
Pnzzling DER his Vulgar Fractions.
But she SAID. My son, Tonight would not n.y.
And smile her face alornIng.
Twill seem easier in the morning;
Take good cou age-lt Will come out by and by"'
o, that faith of loving blindness,
q, those words Of Loving Kindness
OF IN. ones who gave their lives for such Is We
In our ears they sound forever,
Like the echoes, ending never,
In the shell that brings lis music from the sea
Like their spirits fond caressing.
Let their names fall like L blessing.
On our children as We bring them To the font:
For something nObler than all Others
God created all our mothers
Col ere atci all the mothers Of Vermont