Green-Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1844-1884, 1883-06-27

DEAR SISTERS Cant I come in? !
am tired Of being a spectator. enclose
directions for knitting wristers that may
be new to some of you. Cast on 81 stitch
es, take of the first without knitting, mar
row the next two slip and bind this makes
one stitch, knit the next three plain, put
your thread over as if to seam, to knit the
two next stitches which will mike s, then
knit two plain, this forms one scallop, (oi
ten stitches.) Then proceed as before,
when long as desirable bind off. If you
wish TO make it larger or smaller increase
or diminish by ten.
/ like the idea of sending selections fol
scrap books very much. I inclose two
will some one please send "The Soldiers
Reprieve," by Rosa Hartwick Thorpe,
also "After the Ball" do not know the
author, but it begins:
They sat and combed their beautiful hair
Their long bright tresses one by one,
As they laughed and talked in their chamber
After the revel was done"
Here are the selections
Life We have been long together
Through cloudy and through sunny weather,
IT'S hard to part when friends dear:
Twill cost perchance sigh, tear,
Then steal away. give little warning
Say not good night but in some fsirnr CLINE
Bid me good morning.
The other is a lesson for disconnected
people probably not applicable 10 any @
the sisters of household department.
i little boy with solemn air,
Sat bordering DER load of care;
How happy I'll be when older grown
| Then will follow no will but my own.
| He fell asleep and the Fairies" came,
| They stood by his side and called his name;
| They placed in his hand silver thread
Saying Pull and years shall pass o'er thy head
| Ills the thread of Life pull fast or slow.
| But childhood meier II return you know"
| They gave him spool of shining thread
| He pulled and the years had quickly sped.
And now youth. he went to college,
| Treading the toilsome path of knowledge,
| But weary of that. he pulled the thread,
81 wish were older wish were we'd"
| The years sped b y, and loving wife,
And little children blessed his life;
He's weary merchant striving for gold
| Toilng harder than ever of old,
| But the childrens chatter tired his brain
| He pulled at the thread and pulled again,
| The years few by how fast they sped
And boys and girls married or dead
| A few years more, can do as please
Be rich enough to take my ease.
His wife tried vainly his hand to stay
Spoke of his wrinkles and hair growing gray
Take comfort now we've enough and to spare;
| More wealth II bring you naught but care
! Hemuttered a curse and pulled the thread
| And worn old man he lay in bed,
And his patient wife was with the dead
| Alas too fast the years had fed.
All How he regretted the years that had flown
The pleasant years might have been his oHn;
| He dreaded De til and fain would stay
Tho old decrept, bent and gray.
One sunny morn he tried Ill vain,
The thread to wind in place again.
= He tried in vain. in doubt and dread
+ But it all pulled of he lay back-dead.
Enjoy the present while you can
Or you'll meet the fate OF this wretched man:
Who waited for comfort till life neared it's close.
e And com fortless went to his last repOse"
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