Freeland tribune. (Freeland, Pa.) 1888-1921, 1889-12-12

Their vehicles are the swings, or winch
there are three, due to grandma's con
sideration, and the hammocks that
hang well screened from the range oi
u friendly sun; and at the edge of the
prettiest lake lies boat waiting fol
nimble fingers to loose it from its moor
ings.
Now swiftly through
The morning dew
Their dmpled feet come, two by two;
And from each throat
There comes by rote,
81 choose to be first III the boat.
The boat holds four.
I'VE want one more
Cries Stella as she grasps the oar;
"Oh, let : take jet,
The shaggy pct
Merle thinks he'll make the boat upset."
A bonnet fain
They would disdain;
Their cheeks are crimson with health stain.
With eyes as bright
As morning light,
They hoist their sail-n paper kitel
For sailors creeds
They have no needs
But push their boat among the reeds;
And glide along,
The ripples tlmong
Around Them as Pan pipes his song
Now smooth and slow,
Their boat they tow,
To grandpa 8 bound with their cargo;
Where brightest scenes
Are lit with CLEANS,
And sunshine kisses limpid streams.
The reeds are only marsh grasses,
and our Pan, which is necessary to the
delusion, is only big frog, that croaks
and leaps and croaks again.
The children are not selfish in their
efforts to reap pleasure, but they very
graciously contribute their mite
toward the entertainment of the elders.
Sometimes, after a days frolic out of
doors, they give us n Liliputian the
atrlcal entertainment or musicale.
Their selections, when accompanied by
the piano or guitar, are quite refresh
ing, and pleasantly while away the
hour between daylight and dark, when
one is apt to imagine, in the country
especially, that "the goblins II get you
eff you don't watch out" Grandpa's
eyes sparkle, and grandmas feet keep
time to the movement of little feet
skimming across the floor.
Who would exchange this visit for
the seashore or the mountains? Surely
not the three little maids who are SO
happy here and | may add the con-
tagion has affected us all, for are we
not together? Each presence affords
a JOY, even though every hour did moi
call forth an act of unselfish love. But
midst the sunniest hours of our unior
comes the chilling recollection thai
when these happy weeks are ended
months shall grow into years before We
shall group together in the big square
parlor at eventide, and listen to eacl
others song and merry Jest, or sur
round the long table where grandma
has endeavored to tempt each individ
ual appetite, and where we have lis
tened with suppressed amusement tt
the magniiied woes and adventures, re
lated by the little girls, who have no
become acquainted with the name o
the farm appurtenances, and are fre
quently arousing our risibilities by re
ferring to the hay cart as the "sprin,
buggy with holes in it, or to the mill
which is not mice and white as tina
which we buy in town"
Can sons and daughters serve
higher ambition than to bring bios
SONS of love and plant them at tn
dear old hearthstone, where they ma
bloom and exhale sweetest fragranc
around the forms of father and mother
so that their last days may seem til
best, and that we may deem ourselvc
worthy to initiate them, in precept an
practice, not only in Acknowledgment
of the tenderness with which they hay
crowned our lives, but that we ma
profit by their example, and fill OF
place worthily as grandpas and gran,
mas of the future.
And when at last the old folks die,
Could love be changed to blooming flower
And strewed above them where they lie,
Their graves should seem exotic bowers.
And so l think, my blue-eyed Bertit
you shall receive birthday kisses, t
the number of many times five, befor
you shall see happier days than thes
of our visit at grandpa's.