. Sayings and doings of the sixth general meeting : held at Eagle Lake, Warsaw, Ind., July 6 to 10, 1891 . n roamed And plucked that morn a thousand dewy stars. WESTERN ASSOCIATION WRITERS. {Riley UNCLE WILLIAMS PHOTO. By JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY. Uncle William, last July,Had his picture took, Have it done, of course, says I,Jes the way you look ! (All dressed up, he was, fer the Barbecue and jubilee The old settlers helt.) So he-Last he had it took. Lide shed coaxed and begged and plead, Sence her mother went;But hed cough and shake his head At all clear his throat and say,Whats my
. Sayings and doings of the sixth general meeting : held at Eagle Lake, Warsaw, Ind., July 6 to 10, 1891 . n roamed And plucked that morn a thousand dewy stars. WESTERN ASSOCIATION WRITERS. {Riley UNCLE WILLIAMS PHOTO. By JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY. Uncle William, last July,Had his picture took, Have it done, of course, says I,Jes the way you look ! (All dressed up, he was, fer the Barbecue and jubilee The old settlers helt.) So he-Last he had it took. Lide shed coaxed and begged and plead, Sence her mother went;But hed cough and shake his head At all clear his throat and say,Whats my likeness mount to, hey,Now with mother gone away From us, like she went? But wed projikd round, tell we Got it figgered downHow wed git him, Lide and me, Drivin into town ;Bragged how well he looked, and fleshedUp round the face, and freshedWith the morning air, and breshed His coat-collar down. All so providential ! Why, Now hes dead and gone,Picture pears so lifelike I Want to start him onThem old tales he ust to tell,And old talks, so sociable,And old songs he sung so well Fore his voice was gone!. Would, as now, we might endure,Twain as one! From Rhymes of Childhood, by permission. Riley. Kinney] SIXTH GENERAL MEETING. 255 Face is sad to Lide, and theys Sorrow in the eyes-Kisses it sometimes, and lays It away and cries;I smooth down her hair and lowHe is happy, anyhow,Bein there with mother now— Smlie and-wipe my eyes. TO AN OLD APPLE TREE. By COATES KINNEY. Those maimed limbs plead thy story,The wounds upon thy body speak for thee,—Thou art a veteran soldier scarred with glory, My brave old apple tree. Oft hast thou borne up underOnset of storming and shot of hail;And once a sword lunge of assailant thunder Slashed down thy barken mail. Old age, disease and battleHave scathed and crooked and crippled all thy form,And thy Briarean bare arms clash and rattle,. Tost in the wintry storm. I seem to feel thee shiver,As on thy nakedness hang rags of snow;May charitable sprin
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