The Newtown bee., 1903-02-13
Song, "By-lo Land," girls of the Primary Room.
 Dialogue, ''Trainto Mauro." "America."

"REMINISCENCES OF PATTY PARKER OF WASH
 INGTON IN HER SETH YEAR, WHEN SHE PRE-
 sENTED HER SON AT THE WEST WITH THE
 PEWTER PLATTER, 200 YEARS OLD. Dear Son: Since you left me my mind has With the scenes of the ancient and old Paint
 CT Hill.
 The inhabitants had heart for prayer and
 praise
 Whic6 ascended to God in those ancient days. The Hill, it bore fruit, both apples and cher With perfume of the hay to make one feel And now I must leave it, my paper to fill To describe my acquaintance on old Painter When was first called my needle to ply. The season was pleasant with a beautiful sky With the prospect and scenery or old Painter My work and my needle, my time did fill 1 hope not to run and get far from the matter To tell you the theme of that old pewter plat And it was with short acquaintance my'mind it doth fill,
 I had an invitation to live on the Hill: I accepted the call and on the Hill lscame. The family was large with father and mother: Connections and friends, many sisters and brothers,
 But soon clouds appeared and then there was gloom.
 For death entered the family and took moth We were ali left sorrowful. mourning and sad For father was sickly with 'naught to make But am far from my theme, my mind will So must bring it back to the old pewter The family increased, little feet did batter, We had need to take down the old platter. The boys soon grew strong and without mis- Were able to handle the hoe and the rake. Sometimes breaking clods and then raking Then when they came, in how they would And smile to see a pile on the old pewter T Time passed along, they all went to school But when home they did come, though the They were glad to see pile on the platter. | As they grew older to High school they went. Then to singing at night with the greatest So when they came home they would sit by And sing over the tunes they had learned in Then the oldest boy began to think best
 To leave home and try his luck in the far So after that the boys they all began to scat | And left us alone to manage the platter. | But the youngest son he staid behind And was always cheerful, pleasant and kind. His three sisters were next younger than he Make each one happy as far as could see. Then it took place which is not uncommon The girls married away and we took woman. | The woman, man and boy made up the matter | So we still had enough to surround the plat ter
 Oh how the time did pass. year after year. | As fortune would have it, sad news we did For the farm it was sold which gave us no joy | As father had lived there since he boy. | They settled accounts and disposed of the stock,
 Gathered up his possessions and stood the | shock.
 Then we left the Hill through mud and spat- l ter
 But we brought with us the old pewter plat | ter.
 Then looking around saw condition | Thus seeing our need soon brought a location There both lived happy and content | Till by sickness and death we were rent.
 And sit alone retired and give up the platter | I give it to you, have nothing else to give, I You must make it a keepsake as long as you l live.
 I suppose if the truth could be told The platter must be two hundred years old
 And what great amount of matter
 Might be summed up in the age of that old | platter.
 And as now I have come to the end of my | theme
 Time passes away and life seems as a dream
 You must brush it and keep it away from all l Spatter
 And tell your children it was their great
 great-grandmother pewter platter.
 So now in old age 1 am nursed and petted you
 With love and kindness my cup overaows, While I am sitting here alone in my room
 am trying to balance the cheer with the | gloom
 And I find the good still weighs down the bad Still I must bear it and close up the matter, | And this is the theme of the H ill and the
 April 10, lses.