Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1923-03-28

din,
May tell some precious thought to us
again.
God sometimes shuts the door, and
Keeps MS still,
That so our feverish haste, our deep
unrest,
Beneath His gentle touch may quiet
He whispers what our weary hearts
love best.
God sometimes shuts the door; and
though shut in
IL it's His hand, shall we not wait
and see?
If worry lies without and toll and sin,
Gods world may wait Mithin for you
and me.
Dear Aunt Madge:
The Ellsworth American has been
coming to my home for over fifty
years. have been much interested in
the M. 3. c., and feel quite well &C
quainted with some who write, al
though ! have never met them.
Several months ago a letter sent by
Little A" enthused me somewhat to
| answer it. / am glad she likes her
friends and neighbors in the town
where she has come to make her
home. The town will receive much
benefit from having such broad minded
women as residents. Little A speaks
of the shut-in winter she is having;
even the windows are banked up with
| snow, but the glorious view from
one window is such a comfort to her.
Her description reminds one OF the
Story of Daniel, when he opened his
windows toward Jerusalem to pray.
The window with the beautiful view
has been Little AS Jerusalem the
past winter.
am sending a poem 90 be comfort
to some who are shut in. | have found
it restful Cheer up. Little "A,
spring is'very near.
do not know who "Vashti'' is but l
am interested in what she wrote about
people who read. One who reads good
books and papers has volumes stored
away in memorys library, in case the
time comes when he cannot read.
"Vashti" speaks of reading skipper
John of the Nimbus." l am glad she
boy with whom l am personally ae-
quainted.
do not think 1 shall go back on S.
j. Y as a writer. Aunt Mary's John is
all right and interesting. / think he
was having sport at Aunt Marys eX-
pense when he described her in pants.
| am in favor of Aunt Mary wearing
pants whenever she finds it convenient.
Why not? Even the school teachers
are donning them. Does Aunt Mary's
John ever think of the time he was in
hoop skirts? AS l turn the leaves of
my memory book / see a picture of
Aunt Marys John dressed in hoop
skirts petticoat and sunbonnet, play
ing the part of phoebe" in farce
called the Blackberry Girl" Strange,
but true, the Sunday school superin-
tendent was the other actor There
was excitement enough around town
in those days, without having to in
wife the President, Next to Little A"
| will sign "B." Who will come next?
We will, &C.
"B."
Many thanks for poem and letter.
"B" sure to come again.
welcome letter follows:
Dear Aunt Madge and all of the NJ B.
| Sisters:
Was very much pleased with the
cards and birthday greetings. Thank
you all.
Well. my ninety first birthday has
come and gone, and l am still here,
My health is quite good and has been
most of the time this cold winter.
have only been out occasionally to the
post box and the henpen.
The 21st came in bowling storm,
but all was warmth and happiness
within. Only my own family and a
few neigh bor callers a bountiful dim
ner, delicious birthday cake sent by
loving hands that could not be present,
a lovely bouquet of flowers, fruit nuts
candy, presents from all absent ones-Y
books. letters and cards-lots of them,
Now, l am going on another tack"
as my sailor grandfather used to say.
have always wanted grandfathers
clock, and now | have got one. 1t is
not my grandfathers clock. think it
was twenty years ago that one of my
doctor Buys, II. W. S, bought an old
J clock IN some PACK town IN Maine, TOOK
it home, had it repaired painted and
vanished, and when he went to Port
land a few years ago he could not take
it, so it fell into my possession, and it
is a beauty. Its large white face and
its border OF delicate flowers; its
minute hand nearly six inches long
Across its face in gilt letters is the
name up Cor b Whiting, Whin-
chester" but no date. 1t must be 1870
years old. 1t is feet and 7 inches
tail. AS ] stand and look up at it's
lovely and youthful face, | wonder why
I, formed by the hand of the Creator
should grow old and the designs of
man should live on, ond on, and on
Why l judge it must be over hum
dred years old is, my husbands mother
said to me, when | was first married
land she was married January II, 1920
"A man came to this town with the