The News-Herald. [volume] (Hillsboro, Highland Co., Ohio) 1886-1973, 1891-09-24

AAto' W Ah. AiibpCh bOuhCItu a IiOob
delightful farewell dinner last Friday
evening in honor OF number of ladies'
and gentlemen who will be absent from |
Hillsboro society during the winter.
The recipients of the honor, Mrs Cum
mings, Mrs, Noble, Mrs. Dill, DR.. Lock
Nelson and DIR. II. NJ. Brown, surely
have reason to be proud of the esteem
in which they are held, so plainly mani
tested by the large number of guests and
testified to in 80 delicate a manner by
Mrs. Hibben. After most appetizing
repast Mrs. Hibben, in neat and grace
full paper, mingled the words of parting
and prophesies OF the future with numer-
GUS illusions to the past, and Mrs. J. j.
Pugsley read farewell poem from the
pen of DR.. H. S. Fullerton, which is
printed below by request. The occasion
will be long remembered both by those
departing and those remaining as one of
the pleasant events which come all too
rarely.
AVE EFT VALE.
Oh, H. M. B., our hearts are quaking
Over the risks that you are taking,
To think that you ale going hence
In all your youth and innocence
To cross the sea, throw up your rations
And wander round 'mongst foreign
nations
To think OF you in great, big London
Is quite enough to make us undone,
To know you're snoopin' round in Paris
Inclined to raise our very hair is,
To feel you're near the bloody Kaiser
Will surely make us sigh and cry. cir.
To know you're living on bologny,
Fried frogs, fish eggs and macaroni,
On weiner.wursts, pretzels and lager
With scarce taste of our home hog or
Hominy to please your vitals,
Among those folks with laundering titles,
prosecuting your researches
In lands of castles and old churches
And cutting up dead Dukes and Princes
Sufficient for to make us vince is
And, most of all, you may determine
To 60 and try to dance the German!
And in the midst OF all these scenes
Far from this land of pork and beans
You must talk Dutch for your sole lingo
1t makes us sad, it does by jingo.
But there's solace TO our sorrow,
For all the trouble we may borrow.
And that is this-that while away
Your bills We will not have to pay,
Nor take your drugs, nor have your steel
Pierce our poor bodies till we squeal,
Nor have to swallow your thermometer,
Which every woman feels will vomit her.
And, blessed thought! we feeble folks
Won't be compelled to take your jokes
And SO q pleasant rest you'll give US
And we will sing "redivirus."
Then we'll get well and 60 to work
And have no more excuse to shirk;
And old man Death, at whom you scoff
Will come next week to see you off,
Then hang his scythe up in tree
And feel that for time he's free
Until the day that you come back
And start again to dose and whack.
But, honestly, our good old friend,
Our hands and hearts, both, we extent
And wish you happiness while gone
And every Joy beneath the sun.
You've stayed by us and ours in times
OF doubt and dread, when the far chime
OF other worlds we almost heard,
, And, strengthened by your skill and wor'
We've fought the harder for our lives
For sake of husbands, children, wives,
9 For all that human heart holds dear,
. For all we love and honor here,
+ You've helped us fight and led us up
!. And we would fill loving cup
, Of thankfulness to the great heart
f Who's kept our souls and Death apart,
And as champion has stood
To save our feet from the dark flood.
So, here's to you, or here or there,
In foreign lands, where e'er you are,
}. May all the kindness you have shown,
u May all the good deeds you have done
Come back to you as come the tides
:, And food your life whilst life abides,
Brighten and sweeten all your days
: Till your last sun sinks in the haze.
a Heartfelt Acknowledgment.
Q To all who participated in the buri,
9 of my beloved daughter, Tamson Field
y to Rev. Austin for his consoling r.