Publisher's Synopsis
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1879 edition. Excerpt: ... The following verses are so refreshingly quaint that I could not resist appropriating them before asking the consent of the writer, Miss Clarissa E. Ely. They were not valued by her, she having dashed them off upon some occasion of family merriment. They were treasured by Mrs. Darling, wife of Rev. Charles Darling, to whom I am indebted for them: address to the old candlestick of rev. richard ely, 118 years old. Welcome again, old candlestick, . From thy long hiding place. Though modern light, without a wick, Doth now our dwelling grace. Where hast thou been, what hast thou seen, In this long life of thine? Where are the forms that bore thee round, Or hands that made thee shine? Though all are gone thou once hast known When first thou bore a light, Yet thy prim form my heart doth warm; Thou'rt precious in my sight. Speak out then now, tell of a row, "Of hanging of a crane," When thy own bride stood by thy side, For whom thou look'st tn vaiu. "Well, we did grace conspicuous place Within a pastor's home, And proud were we when we did see Bright children thither come. "1 bore a light for him to write, While Madam knit the hose, Or wrought with speed, if urgent need, Among the little clothes. "Two college boys increased their joys And honor'd a dear name, And many a joke five maidens spoke When days of wooing came. "Could they despise a ' Darling ' prize--A courteous, winning man--And when an 'Eells' his love reveals, 'Twas 'catch him if you can.' "A 'Catlin, ' too, an arrow threw, That won a precious boon; The best of men was a ' Hayden, ' Who passed from earth too soon. "Of the old war we felt the jar, And once the foe did face, When Britons came (oh, hateful name!) We stiffly kept our pla
