Rhymes Of Vermont Rural Life Second Series

Author : Daniel Leavens Cady
Publisher : Theclassics.Us
ISBN 13 : 9781230371689
Total Pages : 40 pages
Book Rating : 4.3/5 (716 download)

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Download or read book Rhymes of Vermont Rural Life; Second Series written by Daniel Leavens Cady and published by Theclassics.Us. This book was released on 2013-09 with total page 40 pages. Available in PDF, EPUB and Kindle. Book excerpt: 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. 1922 edition. Excerpt: ... THE SOUTH SIDE OF THE BARN IN VERMONT 'TWAS there I used to take my seat Along in mid-October, The trees and shrubs as yet were bright, Although the fields were sober; The grass my rug, my firm support The sheepshed's hemlock boarding, And yet, the thoughts that blessed me there My heart is still a-hoardihg. The pensiveness of Autumn days Has never seemed completer; The far-off, mellow Autumn sounds Have never sounded sweeter; With all the good and gracious things That life is still affording, I'd like to lean right back once more Against that hemlock boarding. 'Twas there I scanned the Minstrel's Lay In afternoon endeavor, And hence the harp the orphan bore Will sing to me forever; And Hawthorne's tales that touched me there My memory still is hoarding-- No tavern chair, no throne can match The grass and hemlock boarding. Ascutney's towering form before, The sheltering hills beside me; My father's barn to back me up, How little was denied me! Yes; 'mongst the many pleasant things That life is still affording, I'd like to lean right back once more Against that hemlock boarding. MAKING VERMONT PICCALILLI TWO thirds the relishes I know Are palate disappointments, That fail to "work a cure" the same As medicines and ointments; But one there is that makes the rest Appear exceeding silly, And stands the tensest table test-- Tomater piccalilli. We always used the biggest bowl To chop the green tomaters; We cut 'em finer than they did Acrost at neighbor Slater's; We'd chop till all our arms would ache, There ain't no chance to dilly, Or dally, once you start to make A crock of piccalilli. We salted 'em like sixty next And set 'em off for dreening; Both cullenders got busy quick, If you collect my meaning; By morning quarts of salty juice Had...