Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1922-10-11
THE WEDDING-FEE

OF fragrant blossoms, and the air
Was spellbound with the perfume rare
Upon farmhouse, large and lean,
And lazy with his double load
A sun Drowned youth and maid were
Jogging along the winding road.
Blue We're the arches of the Skies
But bluer were that maiden's eyes!
The dewdrops on the grass were
bright.
But brighter was the loving light
That sparkled meath each long fringed
Where those sweet eyes of blue were
hid;
And down the shoulders brown and
bare,
Rolled the soft waves of golden hair.
So on they rode, until among
The newborn leaves with dewdrops
hung,
The parsonage arrayed in white.
Peers out, a more than welcome sight.
Then with a cloud upon his face.
What shall we do" he turned to say,
should he refuse to take his pay
From what is, in the pillowcase?"
And glancing down his eyes surveyed
The pillowcase before him laid
Whose contents, reaching to it's hem,
Might purchase endless joys for them.
The maiden answered. Let us wait;
To borrow trouble where's the need?"
Then at the parsons squeaking gate
Halted the more than willing steed.
l..
sprung,
The latchless gate behind him swung.
The knocker of that startled door,
Struck as it never was before,
Brought the whole household, pale
with fright,
And there with bushes on his cheek.
SO bashful he could hardly speak.
The farm lad met their wondering
sight.
The groom goes in, his errand tells,
And as the parson mods, he leans
Across the window-sill and yells:
Come in. He says he'll take the
beanst
Oh. how she jumped! With one glad
She and the bean-bag reached the
ground.
Then claspine with each dimpled arm
The precious product of the farm,
She bears it through the open door,
And down upon the parlor floor
Dumps the best beans vines ever bore
All! happy were their songs that day
When man and wife they rode away;
But happier this chorus still
Which echoed through those wood
land scenes:
God bless the priest of Whittensville!
God bless the man who took the
beansw
Dear Mutuals:
am interested to know who wrote
the poem which l am using this
week. 1t is a clipping from Songs
Requested" a department in Hearth
and Home l am quite sure the in
cident which gave rise to the stanzas
occurred here in my home town, and
many old natives of the place who
read The American will recognize the
story, though the particulars may be
a trifle different.
The time would be nearer hun
bred years ago than fifty. The min
lister was Father" Fisher, (Rev.
Jonathan Fisher, The man who
was to be married was Mr., Clay,
and he sent his brother to ask Mr..
Fisher if he would take his pay in
beans. When he consented, the
brother returned to announce:
Come on. He says he'll take his
pay in beans" Mr.. Clay was
farmer, but at the time did not have
the ready cash to pay the wedding
fee.
East" and | were discussing the TAX
ing up of local events and the history
of different towns and wondering if
it would not be interesting to have
letters from our M. BIS relating to
incidents and facts about the old
places and old settlers of the town.
You see. S. J. Y, your suggestion
was seed that is taking root. Now
let others bring in some ideas that
will produce information and an
added interest for the winter. How
much do we actually know about our
own town, county and State? l will
confess that l was ashamed. within
few days, not to be able to answer
the question given me by a non-resi-
dent of this county, What is the
population of Bar Harbor?" l might
have given the number of thousands
that had visited the famous spring.
for had just read of the number for
September.
The following clipping is from the
Panpor Comm Qrcia1 and tho NJ n
family will all unite in extending
best wishes to the happy pair. We
have never forgotten Ruth, the
daughter of our valued niece Are"
whom we still miss from our number.
The wedding of Ernest Frank Hasel-
tine, son of L. NJ Haseltine of this
town, to Miss Ruth Marion Remick,
IA!LZX Ia Case Of Accidents