The Republican journal., 1906-02-15
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SEARSMONT IN SONG.

SEAkSMUNl LIN OVNV.
A Pleasant Evening at the NJ. e. Parsonage.
A large company of the NJ. E. church So
ciety and friends of Rev. and Mrs. Z. +.
Beebee met at the parsonage Tuesday, Feb.
9th, and passed very pleasant evening. A
piano duet was finely played by the Misses
Helen and Mary Cobb, piano solo by
Miss Helen Beebee, and an original poem
entitled sour Village" was read by Miss
Angie Millett. Ice cream was served. Be-
fore leaving the guests made up generous
sum OF money for the pastor. Following is
the poem:
OUR VILLAGE.
Midway between wooded mountains and
hills,
Beside lake Quantabacook, clear and still,
The beautiful village of Searsmont hes.
Fair, the very apple of our eyes,
Farmhouse and barns dot the distant NIL
side,
While daiSied fields stretch far aud VIDE.
The Georges river, like thread OF blue,
The village and meadow goes winding
through.
1t stops to saw a board at the mill
Then haStens onward down the hui.
In June, when skies are clear and days are
long,
The bobClnk comes with his merry song.
How he chatters and MARBLES and trills,
Until the whole orchard with music he fills,
Where the apple blossoms with perfume
sweet
Are softly falling about our feet,
W here we hear the click of moving machine
AS 1t lays in windows the grass SO green.
On the main street the little white church
stands,
Where pastor tells of Gods love and COM
mandS
And we with grateful hearts our voices
raise
To join in singing the hymns of praise.
just over the way is the village school,
Where rithIn'tic and grammar are taught
by rule,
And the young ideas are learning to shoot
Along those lines with sharpness acute
Our stores have groceries to supply all,
Boots and rubbers to fit large and small,
Needles, pins, Oilcloth, whatever you need,
Just give them a call, you will find it.,
indeed.
Their clerks come to our homes twice a
week
With cheerful "good morning." our
orders to seek.
We have workmen skilled in every craft !;
Carpenters, who build a house from plan
or draft,
MasOns, who lay brick in cement or lime,
Warranted to withstand the storms of time.
We have good painter, best in the State.
And for grading lawn all level and neat
Our landscape gard ner cannot be beat.
Our milliner will build a hat SO neat
She will win Your heart eer you retreat.
If dress is wanted of the latest style,
Our dreSSmaker can make it in little
while.
Should your oxen or horse lose shoe,
Our black smiths can set it strong and true.
But, my friends, before we farther range,
| must tell you something about our grange.
For in kindly word and noble deed,
! honestly think it takes the lead;
In that nice large building, near the roads
fork,
Is where the grange meets, the men to talk
A bout the best ways to manage the farm,
From feeding the hens to building barn.
And the ladies are there to take turn
In telling how to wash, make bread, churn,
Also how to manage and beautify the home.
So the boys and girls won't care to roam
From the shelter of the old home roof tree
The sights and wonders of the city to see.
The doctor drives out on his daily round
The carriage rafting DER the frozen ground
To deal out tablets, powders and pills,
That so quickly cure all our ills.
Our farmers are thrifty as you often see;
They export apples and the Christmas tree,
Potatoes, onions and quantities of cream,
Strawberries and butter fit for queen.
Our fields and woods with rich game
abound,
Plump partridge and deer as are often
found.
Our lake is stocked with excellent fish,
Salmon fat as any sportsman could wish.
We have the telephone in our village today
SO we talk with friends two hundred miles
away.
If the electric cars should come here with
whiZ
How twould boom the place and advertise
biz;
The Belfast journal reserves a space
Just to print the happenings at onr place.
1t reads lots better'n the big city papers
Murders, and the trusts rascally capers