The Press., 1888-08-16

STAV0 T1C009G C0AOS p61ACC1 AOAn 0AA ohbPO' So delicate her touch, so true and nice So tasteful and so neat in her attire So bright her lips, so velvety her cheeks She seemed twin with dainty loveliness.
 HER CONVERSION. Tn eighteen thirty-six, or thereabouts, Two parishes were formed, two churches built, One at the north, the other at the south, And this old centenarian meeting house Was soon abandoned, and at last torn down. Her father, one of the petitioners, Was of the handful, only, that remained To link their fortunes with the new south
 church; But through the eloquence and earnestness Of Rev. Warren Jones, the church was filled, Pro!racted meetings held both day and night, And in the great reyivals that ensued The church. book chronicled our Eunice's
 name.
 And brightly, gently, peacefully the star Of faith and hope and love illumined her
 youth Then followed spring, and on the eleventh of
 May
 Her aged grand grandsire, soul of glowing
 joy,
 At ninety-two left his frail tenement In tender hands, and went to trim his light In mansions fair. Soon Eunice was nineteen.
 IN THE CHOIR. This was in 'fhirty-seven-that fateful year In which Old Hickory's money policy Shook down it's bitter fruit on little Van, And stamped it's foot on Monson's industries. And SO, it came to pass, one Monson youth, With eyes of faith fixed on the lights of heaven, Followed his star, that journeyed toward the
 south, Till some unknown attraction called halt Beside that luminary's modest glow, Whose history,shapes these lines-and Venus
 smiled.
 This youth was musical; singing school In the academy was organized, And in the choir he sang by Eunice's side, Or drew sweet sounds from tuneful violin. And ''fenmeE' passed around from hand to
 hand. O, these church choirs What tales their
 music tells
 One day to church frisked in the pastors dog, Of kitten nature, and of kitten size. So down one aisle good Deacon Higgins strode, With struggling doggie in affectionate grip, While at the other door young Kelsey dofed His tall silk hat, and marched straight to his
 seat,
 With gloves sedately balanced on his head. And that young man, with wonder in his eyes, Sought vainly for the cause of all the fun Strange this young choir a difficulty found In carrying on the hymn th't they'd begun
 AS NURSE. This year a distant aunt and uncle came To make visit in tn ancestral home, And sickness quickly followed after them; For very soon the aunt became quite ill, The uncle had a serious accident; Mother and sister, too, were stricken down, And Eunice was the nurse for long, long
 weeks.
 The Misses Smith, benevolent and kind, Her weary vigils shared, till health returned, And sweetly, bravely, shone the star of faith. These sisters Smith -theseg'good Samaritans, , Renowned as we'll for their ancestral farm, Three miles in length; their anti-slavery views So well portrayed by them in freedoms
 gift:-
 As we'll in freely entertaining crowds, At lawn and garden party, July fourth, When famous orators, from all about, Assembled there at abolition's call For fine wood carying-one-pappoose and squaw
 4 gift since sent to Queen Victoria; For full translation of all holy writ, And bible publication of the same, As, later, for the daring stand they took, Adhering bravely to their sense of right, When sttyranny"-a term familiarized By revolutionary patriots - To illustrate the same good pripciple- When tyranny, demanding woman's tax, would not admit her vote. Women like these, So high above the follies of mankind; With maids to do their bidding when at home, To freely turn aside and lead hand, To soothe and cheer and raise the neighboring
 sick,
 Giving so freely of their time and strength! How near Divinity the starry light Of christian charity seems! How like the star The wise men followed in the days of yore!
 THE MARRIAGE. We'll, time passed on, and Eunice piled her
 trade,
 Apprentices came in, and from her hands What wealth of wedding fnery went out Until, at last, behold her own appeared! How bright is life how beautiful and bright! o, lovely, pure and noble maidenhood, What brilliant halos hover round thy path And how the loving gossips canvassed OCT Her prospects, pro and con, as gossips will That young man had "broncheetis, some
 were sure;
 Consumption, i" too, had marked him for it's
 own, (When conversation tones were made falsette At will, to soften nature's tenor voice, But he had "such a ministerial gait" His ''ruffled bosoms' were ''so very neat!"