298 GRANDMOTHER S LOVE-LETTER.
I wonder if olden-time lovers
Had tender and sweet things to say
To think that this same " George " was grandpa, Not gouty, nor halting, nor gray !
"My darling Amelia " that s grandma;
Just fancy the blessed old dear Being young and the belle of the village,
In a bonnet and mantle so queer ! "My darling Amelia,
I find the days weary and long ;" This sounds very like Charlie s letter. Do they all sing the very same song ?
Oh, grandpa, to think of your writing
Such terrible nonsense as this, About " love in a cottage," to grandma,
With such a big "B" to the "bliss" ! Oh, you promise,
"Most lovely Amelia,
The winds shall not roughen your cheek;" But, grandpa, how then did it happen
You let her brine: wood for a week?
��I read : " When I win you, my darling, I ll guard you and keep you from care."
Oh, grandpa, who cured all the bacon ? Who washed out the place for the fair ?
- Ever sleeping or waking, Amelia,
I ll keep thee from harm evermore."