Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1886-03-01

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TIf our occasional correspondent
had heard the scolding in regard to
the criticism on the lecture of Mrs.
Bowles, his ears would have tingled.
1t will not do to enter into the do
main of criticism when there are lady
lecturers in the field. EDITOR.
Robert Dodd, son of Rev. L.
Dodd, was kicked by horse yester-
day in the face, losing FIVE teeth and
suffering bruises and cuts that re-
CURED surgeons attention. Four
of Mr.. Dodd's children have recently
had the measles, and his misfortunes
do not come singly.
ALBANY.
Stlllman Farwell wishes to sell his
farm. Read his advertisement.
Bloomington.
Mrs. S. S. Tinkham is quite sick.
Prayer meeting at John Miles
next Thursday evening.
The barrel of clothing got up for
the negroes was we'll filled by the
kind hearted people in town.
Henry Smith has decided to re-
main on his farm this year and has
bought off the Jesse, Mr.. Wiley.
John o. Humphrey has gone to
Branch and engaged to run a
sixty-horse power engine, at good
wages.
The Centre school taught by Miss
Jennie Locke of Barton Landing
closed Thursday, with an exhibition
which was we'll attended. Miss
Locke is an able teacher and the
term has been a profitable one.
School closed in Dis. No. i, Feb.
25th. Number of scholars 80. Those
having no absent marks, were Ha-
zen Colley, Warren Twombly, Allie
Hodgkins; those having no tardy
marks, Fred Adams, Hazen and
Chester Colley, Bertha Grow, Allie
Hodgkins, Gertrude Morse, Jennie
Wiley and Myron Wheeler.
The people in Bloomington who
remember the Jenness and Twombly
boys who left town some years ago
and have been successful in business
in Massachusetts, Maine and else
where, will be interested in learning
of pleasant gathering that occurred
on the fiftieth birthday of Albro R
Jenness at his residence, at which
Mr.. and Mrs. John Trip of thi
town, and II very large number o
friends were present. Mr.. Jennes
was the recipient of an etegan
Knight Templa,s' chain, etc. Thu
following poem was read:
IT'S WE'LL as life's hard road we travel,
| To rest our weary feet awhile,
The tangled sken of care unravel,
| And with the Past thoughts begue.
IT'S well as down life's stream together,
We sail through storms and sunny weather,
To rest awhile upon our oar,
And gaze far back to Youths bright shore.
IT'S well that on life's battlefield
| The soldier brave should stack his gun,
Should helmet lay aside and shield,
| And think upon his victories won.
IT'S well, ali, well for every soul,
To let the waters DER him roll,
Ofjoy and woe, of fear and hope,
| That rush when mem'ry's food gates ope.
| Fifty years! Yes, fifty years ago,
Way up in the Green Mountain state,
Where keen's the cold, and deep the snow,
| And where it bides till spring Is late,
Was born beneath lucky star
The one whom we now call A. R.
| Whom mother, brothers, sisters dear,
Have met to-day to wish good cheer.
| All joy we wish thee at this time,
Upon this anniversary day,
And though but homely be out rhyme,
Accept the humble words we say;
And if they are mot clothed with grace,
Give them within thy heart place
tribute from hearts gathered here
Unto heart they hold most dear
Does thought go back at this bright hour,
Unto the time you left-your home?
While fortune casts her golden dover,
Does thought thus backward roam?
They say you came in homespun gray,
From home mid hill-tops far away,
And in the "Modern: Athen's'' mart,
| Toiled on with brave and cheerful heart.
And as you climbed dame Fortunes stairs,
She met you on the upward way,
And thinking "here's soul that dares,''
Cast full. on you golden ray.
That ray, ween, has brighter grown,
| As one by one the years have flown,
We honor him who makes his way
BY honest toll from day to day.
When the first birding left the nest,
Thesothers soon spread wings for flight,
And, strange to tell, that all the rest
Upon his very path did Lightly
When came A. r., bright, leading star,
Soon followed Austin and Richard afar.
| Long may the trio be unbroken,
| Is many a hearts wish now ,unspoken.
| Three sisters, too, to wish thee well,
| Affections wreath to round thee Irvine!
The'names of all I.cannot tell,
| But only that of Emeline.
May mothers, sisters, brothers, ALL
On whom my words this hour may fall,
Be blessed with all of highest good,
The crown of manhood, womanhood.
Like passing shadow DER the light,
memory sad is floating by,
Ofhim who from home, too, took flight,
But backward winged his way to die.
Softer and graver grows the tone
| When we speak of him now flown.
| There's never JOY without sorrow,
| And who can answer for tomorrow?
To you, who in the Pine Tree state,
Affections gentle call did hear,
And came this day TO celebrate
With friends your heart doth hold so DEAR
We've tried by words and gifts to tell
The thoughts that in US upward well,
But words and gifts express but part
That fingers deep within the heart.
The song of fifty Times bells do ring,
Within thine ears this happy day,
As back and forth they swing and swing
With their ever-changful play.
May days like this repeated be
For many year, is now plea,
And may the God of tenderness
Past years, and years to come, now bless.
West Charleston.
Alvah Crouch, has moved to S.