The Newtown bee., 1902-08-22

Lillian Dittus of Danbury gave selection, "The Railroad Accident" "Auld Lang Syne" was then sung by all present. Rev MT Williams was which was very brief. after which the assembly joined in singing, "Blest be the tie that binds" There were a large number of people present from out of town and several people from a distance. Mrs Clark came all the way from Oberlin, O. The day was filled in with bali game between the mar ried men and the single men. South Britain has been the first of the towns in this section to celebrate 'Old Home Week." May her sister towns, when they see her success, follow her ex- ample and have an "Old Home Week." MT Pierce'S poem was as follows: Ye children of our mother town Who here to-day are meeting, Old Mother Britain speaks through us with f1se ber Sest Sea s bib aggd gedeeSs eScRssr on T, I, This :p pleasant ss mt sumner sum n! N weather. oa des STitas stands
 her mapdss shas passed Almost most two s"s hundred Ssd red yeass ss have gone
 NGs Wis ! t shs sbs sy 9y yoS sps %sssBbns
 To start her own housekeeping; And still she seems as fresh and bright
 As when her life was new.
 As nice old ladies do
 The children that she used to nurse
 When summer days were sunny Have scattered through the universe But wheresoever they may roam,
 She neer can wholly lose 'em. Some hidden feeling draws them all
 Back to her ample bosom.
 Not that she's perfect. God forbid!
 Of all meath our inspection There's nothing we hate quite so much But hers that hospitable charn That makes you want to come, AnS }nst %ske eHSSsh ySa f.e of xt She's had her fits of cleaning house Improvement village order leagues,
 Al APd thai things asa 5aeyong yong, recalling; @ Hing , And make great ado, While we in agony of soul
 omemeS sae xsnng sde ye thansh ss sana staa
 Just like the godly Quakers,
 And merely seem to sit and dream And then again she'd lay aside This mood so cool and proper,
 And Underneath the eloqqence Of many preachers chiding. And also of bacEslfdiny.
 But spite of all her wayward moods She's still our dear old mother, And virtues faults and follies punched, | We love her altogether.
 For like some goodLold human soul Our infancy she coddled,
 bsby Rer old 1 Here first her daughters dressed their dolls
 And wrought in fancy stitches.
 Here first her sons have shed their skirts
 And here in days ot childhoods school By turns we ve loved and wrangled,
 % Our t little 's legs have s dangled. nIeaeS long And oft the school ma am called us up With wrath in every feature l For drawing goblins on our slate l And pictures labeled Teacher"
 Ans % much. perhaps, unknown tous
 Of voices heard in other years
 When friendship grey confiding. l And lots of whispered Statements, too, Of feelings quite eternal,
 Which the recording angel now | Keeps locked up in his journal
 And he. way up in heaven ajoft
 ,, Turns OCT it's leaves to cheer him,
 When, poor old bachelor that he is,
 He feels the blues draw near him. And here on snapping winter days
 And spread the Christmas dinner out
 And m1G memories mo isa all a ar9nnd sS us here Come sprouting of their own accord
 Like daisies in our meadows. | When we were only little tots l Ana played among the calves. | We used to think the universe
 Divided into halves.
 We thought Flat Hill was twice as high
 Ahd Ai Pomaetyyas Ph5matayas Tas EaageSi gEsi hro.d
 As Amazon or Ganges
 We Vet thought with chiidhood's simple faith,
 Brisaiss was the SHeF 6isSer snho1fer | The rest of earth the other.
 Well, we've grown older some since then, l And seen our whiskers bristle. Ana learned some geographic facts
 That fairly made us whistle;
 but sid SUI, l.. in oag roaming round the world | We've often found a rod of home Worth continents of strangers 1 Hearts have their own geography 1 For places that they treasure Ana memories, not Statute miles,
 And still within our S; heart % of hearts | We make our low confessions: l This little spot is more for us
 Than all the Czar's possessions
 Though now we know that there are streams The Pomperaug, in fullest flow
 Yet often there is scarce a thought Those rivers bring before us
 Except streak along the map | And names that sound sonOrous.
 h4t As fhomperaug' hl along it's banks
 We've dreamed our day dreams on it's shores For future glory wishing; 1 We've had our picnicS at its side Its waves have washed our dishes.
 And now and then we've tumbled in And frightened all the fishes | It keeps our childhood life for us l Unchanged amid our changes; l It means ten times as much for us As India's sacred Ganges
 EiSSs ssgass ss sH'ss sssz'ae To <ings and mathematic cranks, And such unhappy wretches; l But you who've jolly human hearts. We bid you welcome hither To jolly homes and jolly food And friendship altogether, These overlapping little hills, This great big little river, This great big world of half 6 mile And may it live forever!- Ana when you pass away from here And all Is done and written, Bear kindly memories back with vou Of good old Mother Britain
 For all that's best in you yourself Her loving care assisted And if she hadn't been on earth You might have ne'er existed