Ellsworth American., 1922-11-08


awaken memories of the old church
bell with those who, maybe, are far
away from the scenes of their earlier
years.
THE VOICE OF THE BELL
! MY voice lifts over home and field
| To summon men to prayer,
challenge from the heavens above
That fills the listening air.
The memories of most sacred hours
Sound in my tones alway;
The thought of those who heard my
And gathered here to pray.
Come to your Fathers house. all ye
With heavy burdens pressed;
Your anxious fears shall be allayed,
Your sin-stressed souls find rest.
To growing faith. and hope. and love,
Behold, summon all;
| To common tasks of help and cheer,
OF service, great and small
Let him who hears my mellow voice,
At morning, noon. or night,
Join heart and hands with other men
To toll for God and right:
To usher in the reign of love,
To drive out sin and shame,
To lift the fallen, cheer the faint.
And Gods great grace proclaim.
! Dear Aunt Madge:
| Here we are in Boston for the win
| ter. We left Beaver Brook October IS,
| and were soon settled with our daugh
| ter, Clarissa, until the warm days come
again. 1t was beginning to be cold
nights and mornings at Beaver Brook,
| but we had plenty of hardwood, and
| that, with the good sun, soon made our
! rooms warm and cheerful. l was sorry
to leave, but the people nowadays
| have become like the birds. Lisha
says they have become migratory"
| whatever that is. Nearly everybody
| had packed up and gone to the city;
! even the robins and bluebirds had felt
the same call to move, and we just had
to CO. too.
promised to write an account of our
NJ. b. reunion at Mountain View and
! to tell my Impressions. i did not un-
derstand whether / was to tell what l
thought about the place of gathering,
the picnic dinner. or the members who
were there, and 1t didn't matter much,
for it would take a better writer than
Aunt Fanny to do justice to any part
of it. But there were two reasons why
| / did not write as l intended to do.
| First, the reason already hinted at, l
did not feel that / could come any
where near giving my impressions of
Mountain View, of Aunt Madge, her
John and the daughter who so ably
aided in making the day a real success
and a record for future reunions to
try to break.
Now, l confess l did not expect to
find just such people at gathering
of that kind. 'Lisha says they are re-
! markable men and women, and 'Lisha
is most always right. 1 found them
very home-like and ready to talk, and
whether we talked of preserving ber-
ries or saving our country, they were
ready to give the recipe for either.
| The men were talking among them
selves. and 'Lisha says that each one
| talked intelligently about anything
from rockweed to the Volstead act
He says that they are good enough to
be anybody's John, and what I saw of
them, l think 'Lisha is right.
But the dinner was most remarkable.
Aunt Madge begins to create hustle,
| Aunt Maria is stirring things up in her
end of the house, Irish Molly and Jen-
ME are getting busy, and all calling at
the same time: Dinners ready; pass
through this door, Great Scott
'Lisha says to me, Did you ever see
the like of that?" And no wonder he
said it. for of all the collection OF
goodies that ever was placed before a
hungry people, that one broke the
record.
Baked beans (the real home kind
with plenty of pork in them and
baked not boiled or stewed), roast
chicken, vegetables, of all sorts, pie
Aunt Madge's famous cookies, as wei
as many other kinds of cake, more in
viting, perhaps, but no better. II
seems to me that never saw people
eat like those NJ. B. folks. 'Lisha says
to me. in sort of whisper: See thu
man at the end of the table. He has
eaten until ne is as Titus drum
head"
Well, the day was delightful, ant
Lisha says it was the best all-arount
event he shared in this summer, ant
'Lisha's right. l shall remember those
people as long as memory lasts, ant
feel it an honor to Aunt Madge and thu
other members.
The second reason why I didn't write
is, that have not been well day
since the reunion, and on September
Is, l had a serious illness. from which
/ have not yet recovered.
] am gaining slowly, and am writing