"I'll tell yer what," said Uncle Zeke, down at the country store, "I'd been a farmer all my life--fur twenty year or more-- Until one day my noddle here, it got plumb out o' fix,...
I can see the back-log blazing and the sparkles take their flight Up the cavernous old chimney on a merry Christmas night; I can see the old folks smiling and the children's cheeks aglow,...
Bright visions of childhood! How dear to the heart Are the scenes which from memory can never depart! Undimmed by the sorrows, the grief and the tears Which have shadowed the pathway of life's later years,...