Green-Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1844-1884, 1883-08-22

EDITOR HOUSEHOLD DEPARTMENT.
wish to thank those of the househol
sisters who have so kindly sent selection
for scrapbooks in answer to my request
They have proved quite au addition to a
least my book. By all means, Gipsey
send the one by Mrs. Browning and vii
not the sisters send some m ,re. fin
the one M. = inquired for in one {
my scrapbooks and copy it for her:
THE STOCKING BASKET.
Costly throned in her cushion'd chair,
mother recined from toll and care,
Except the darning of a stocking,
And her chairs perpetual rocking.
thought had some VIII ere seen it styled
The plague of life, such basket piled
With tiresome. everlasting stitching,
With work very unbew itching
And as she broke the thread asunder,
Weaving in and out, over and under,
wished the rents in huma life
Could be mended with as little strife
She took in her hand tiny thing
All striped with white and scarlet ring,
And smiled as she thought of the silken hair
And laughing eyes Of her darling fair;
OF the rosy lips and dainty hands,
The pleading cries and loud demands.
She sighed as she thought of the world untrled
And up and down her needle piled.
She knew it said, o, blessed are such.
And strok'd her work with tender touch,
Softly folded and laid it away,
AS the little feet in slumber lay.
But on the next a teardrop fingers:
The mother wrought with trembling fingers
And sadly bowed with an xious face,
Appealing ON High for strength and grace
To guidet the steps of her hayward son,
To bless and protect the erring one,
Nor suffer the wandering feet to roam
Forth from the love of his early home:
To shield hi II from the gittering net
The tempter with costly Jewels had set;
To save him from the sparkling bowl,
And all the dangers that scar the soul
AS the third her looks are bent.
The face a smile of sweet content,
For the fair haired girl whose gentle ways
We're extolled by all with voice of praise
For her the sunshine glowed,
And from her lips fair music flowed:
With graceful carriage and modest men,
She mt we'd through lite like a fair young queen.
The mother said with fervent prayer
May Heaven shield her from harm and care,
From cruel want, and the stings that smart,
From the bruises of blighted heart
The next were for those whose feet had trod
For many su miners the earth's green sod.
And the storms Of many winters felt
In joys had smiled. and In sorrows knelt.
No cloud so dark, but the glimmerinx hus
OF the sunrise struggled through;
No gloom deep, faith could not brighten;
No toll so hard love could not tighten.
The last for one who is passing down
To her narrow home with silver crown
IN hat IN bai
light of glory round her head.
Peacefully sinking to the quiet rest
Awaiting those of the truly blest:
For her she plead the right to share
All tender aid and watchful care.
And thus the stockings all were mended:
With each stitch thought was Blended
With every thread for future wear.
The weaving in of a silent prayer
Will some one please senl Il Temperance
)oem-something that would be pretty to
peak in Il temperance socetvo
In closing will send fragment fn
ne scrapbooks:
j. G. HOLLANDS LAST POEM
If life awake and will never cease
On the fu ture's distant shore
And the rose of love and the lily of peace
Shall bloom there forever more
Let the world go round and round.
And the sun sink into the
For whether I'm under the ground
Oh, what will it matter to me.