The Ottawa free trader. [volume] (Ottawa, Ill.) 1843-1916, 1885-06-06
"REMINISCENCES.

Thine orphan homes, my hOtel DIcu,
Thy Charity Hospital too,
Can walls mushroom be built of stone?
Would mushroom pave, laid one by one?
Thy walls, thy walks are old It's true,
Thy love for dear departed too.
Magnanimity is ever new,
Loves deeds fresh in memory true
Not soon forgotten, always bright,
In times deep vista's shading light.
love thy streets, | love thine halls,
Streets, classic names on cornercd walls.
Thine halls and walls hold much Of worth,
Oasis broad and rich on earth
Thine Place d Armcs in bold relief
Enshrines in bronze thine honOrcd chief.
Hard by, historic and renowned
st. Louis Church, where victor crowned.
Above thee stars and stripes float on
Where once hath waved the flag Bourbon;
Lamentably Aoatcd the flag of Spain;
Forever may freedoms bright emblem still
reign.
With fears and sorrows, and sunshine CLEAN
I'm sad with thy sorrows, I'd weep with thy
tears,
Rejoice with thy joys and alarm with thy
fears.
Dare | to name a noble few
Mine heart throbs just this thing to do.
Laidlaw's, hoic not to offend;
Tobey's, will you forgiveness cndg
Doth any Luzcnburg yet stay?
Though our dear Doctors gone carth's way.
Some Pritchard name cnShrncd most meet
see, like Hunters, gravcd on street.
Madame Duplesse's-w where, 0 where?
Engraven too on thoroughfarc;
Thy tears remembered, children, when
We spake the battle DER again.
And many other names SO dear.
I've trespasscd now too much fear.
Some younger ones may well forbear
While peep out from hidden lair
Do you remember, Lizzie, when
We worked and played by grapevine swing,
The awful secrcsy TO swear
As we made good the garments tear?
We loved each other well, wcen,
Though sometimes venting childish spleen,
In nothing worse than English Johnson
Or imaginary Dutch Alden.
True, John Alden one while Lcydcn saw;
All, that was--wcll, long time ava.
Some jocose one says, You may find Irvine
To follow long the ancestral line.
The noble one, Ann Mastcrson,
Who taught some less poor favored one;
The Broadhurst girls. where have they fled?
Are they too numbered with the dcady
dare not mention many more;
My rhymes would lengthen far too sore.
Dear Mrs. Bowers know has gone,
know not where she lays cntom0ca.
IT'S sad, dear beauty, TO think Of you
With whom oft played peek-a-boo.
| hear daughter honors the name
Left by her father, Ed Haloran.
Montine and Anna do not forget;
hope to hear from Madame II. yet;
Miss RS dear friends may yet see In me
An old acquaintance, sans cercmonie.
And now, as think Of your city so bright,
May you all walk in that City OF Light,
Where streets are Of gold, no pain nor night
there,
But the lamb Of Gods glory forever to share
Wish some Of you could visit our legendary
Crock"
Where the fated Illini fled as a flock;
Starved and famished by Pot'watomie tribe,
Their bones long lay bleaching Just where
they died.
And then you would enjoy our romantic
grotto,
Deer Park canyon-walls some hundred feet,
rocky,
Furnishing scene Of natur,'s grand wildness,
Gravity and awe-stricken impressive silence.
The canyons along stream, in gorge or In fall, !
Silent pools, rocky nights, your sublimty call |
Miniature Niagara find in Bailey's Falls;
Clark's Falls, the Minnehaha Of Illinois.
Join hand In hand, ye South, ye North;
Lei love and friendship rally forth,
Olive snd acacia sweetly combine
With myrtle unwithered, woodbine entwine.
Farm Ridge, III. FRANCES N. ALDEN. i