Middlebury register. (Middlebury, Vt.) 1886-1937, 1889-01-11
RIPTON.

RIPTON.
A little more snow would make our
lumbermen smile.
Quite scramble here as to who will
have the honor to carry Uncle Sans mail
matter for the four years to come.
On New Years day Deacon and Mrs. J.
G. Kirby had been married sixty-two
years. They are both hale and hearty for
persons of their years. Only few days
ago the deacon went from his home to
Middlebury, distance of twelve miles,
on foot.
A stranger of the female persuasion in
needy circumstances called at the quiet
home of G. j. Hodges the last evening of
the year, and, though the home nest is
we'll filled, with true Irish hospitality
room was cheerfully made for her and
her wants amply supplied.
We are informed that Hancock people
are DESTROYS of obtaining mail facilities
with the county seat. 1t was (to them)
a laughable matter to have mail carrier
to break roads through deep snow, but
those laugh best who laugh last. He
broke the road once too often and carried
one letter, one paper and one P. O.
inspector.
The fifteenth anniversary of the mar
rage Of w. E. Cushman, Jr., and Miss
Billah Bowen was duly celebrated at
their quiet home on the hillside on the
4 evening Of the 1st inst. Not possessing
the power Of being in two places at the
same time, we cannot give in detail all
that was said or done; but, knowing the
parties we'll, hazard the prophecy that
those that helped make up the gathering
will long remember the occasion.
The tenth anniversary of the marriage
of L. A. Sparks and Miss Elite Howard
was duly observed on the evening of the
LIST inst. at their cosy home by gather
ing of their friends, who, to the number
Of sixty-three, invaded the premises al
most without warning. Though the
notice was short, the welcome was hearty
and cordial, and thoroughly enjoyable
time was had until close on to morning.
Those that were so inclined tripped "the
light fantastic" a nice lounge from the
company; tin pail, cake cutter and
baking tins from Mrs. j. c. Pierce, water
pitcher from Sheridan Newton, silver
vase from Rollin Newton; silver tray
from George Brown, a large and varied as
sortment of tin-ware from VIM. Gal
vim, linen splasher from Miss Ethel
Brown; table scarf from A. w. Brown,
glass cake dish from W. r. Newton;
wash basin and tea pot from Mrs. l. D.
McQuivey, glass lamp from Mrs. G. r.
Brown, silver tray from Mrs. n. Ken
worthy, silver salt, pepper and mustard
from Miss l.. Damon; silver fruit dish
from Mrs. II. c. Damon, mustache cup
from Mrs. j. S. Chandler, and painted
cup and saucer from j. S. Chandler were
among the presents, while H. c. Powers,
o. F. Hurlburt and j. S. Chandler i'm
proved the opportunity to air their
eloquence and o. F. Hurlburt inflicted
(hope he will do so some more) some of
his verses on the gathered beauty and
wisdom, a copy Of which we append.
Did we forget? No, we guess not, to
mention that refreshments were served
in the style for which Mrs. Sparks is
famous, to which all did justice, or at
least we remembered the days when we
were hard up.
ave are proud OF our mountain homes,
Our heroes, Aliens, Warmers and Starks;
But tonight our song rs We come
Is of Mister and Mrs. Sparks.
We sing not OF heroes, but neighbors,
And are joyful as summer larks,
For tits true that time has dealt kindly
| With our friends. Mr.. l.. and E. Sparks.
AS lives are made brighter;
Fairest flowers grow pale in the dark;
Like a rainbow OF promise Miss Howard
Accepted the hand of her Spark.
IT'S well we note success has crowned
Our host and hostess on life's way
And the happy choice they made ten years ago
We celebrate to-day.
Broad acres CLEAN in the sunlight
| Meath Bread Loats towering side
| Hand in hand home they've builded
| Where stood the forest tar and wide.
Axe, pillow and team are guided
| With strong and willing hand,
| And the barns and store houses laden
Show the culture of the land
| Meath the home root, by the Preside,
| In the realm of woman's sphere
| Order reigns throughout the household;
| Busy helping hands are here.
| Who will question Solomon's wisdom
| Or the mothers watchtul care?
| Social joys they live to witness.
| Children with their children here.
| In the field and on the hillside,
| When the summer days are long,
They will watch the lengthening shadows
| Or listen to the brooklet's song.
| May each golden moment linger
| And the future be as bright,
| Ia the wish OF those semoled
| At your home this New Years night.
When in future some are mlssieg
| Or brows with age and burrows marks
All with Joy will yet remember
| The happy home of L. A. Sparks"