Annals of our ancestors; one hundred and fifty years of history in the ...

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were bride and bridegroom. Her daughter Margaret read it
to us, and because of its many references to the past, as well
as its happy expression, I will msert it here:
'Twas fifty years ago to-day,
In golden harvest weather.
When groom and bride stood side by side
And joined their hands together.
With hopes and fears, with smiles and tears,
The solemn words were said,
And forth from out her father's house
The wilhng bride was led.
And did she wear a gown of silk,
And veil and wreath so sweet?
Did white-robed children scatter flowers
Before her slippered feet.''
Had she a monstrous trunk, well filled
With ribbon, lace and all.''
And did she go in Pullman car
To see Niagara fail?
Ah, well you know I was not there.
And if I guess amiss
The bride will kindly set me right;
I think 'twas more like this
I think her sisters all, that morn.
Were up and doing early.
Before the cocks were crowing yet.
And while the dews were pearly.
I think that in the fireplace
The hickory logs were burning;
And chickens in the frying pan
A golden brown were turning.
And ears of sweet young corn, perhaps,
Before the coals were toasting.
And under ashes hot, maybe.
Potatoes might be roasting.
For fifty years ago, you know.
In houses built of logs,
They had not learned to make ice cream,
And fry the legs of frogs.