| Show Peel's Paper Salt Lake V. S. Care Utah Dear find check for in payment of one year's subscription for the Utah I have not had time to look over your papers since I returned although my family says they are I will be in the city for a few days and if you are passing my call I am always pleased to see a man who did not think it a crime to give a Mormon Elder a meal or a kind word when he was among I was an and ye gave me meat I was and ye gave me drink I was a and ye took me This was recorded by wireless in the year from for what you will be read the rest of the Chapter of Yours 3 M Feb M S. M Salt Lake 9 Dear Sir find for for which send me I do admire a will deal Very ALBERT Are you interested in Califor-l Arizona and Old it would be wise to write fori full information about the est line and the best service your point to those sections vial the Salt Lake Utah's popular Yours C. 1 District Passenger The County News has much to say about a seventy-pound raised by boy near One hundred and fifty pound squashes have been raised in Bear River Utah and no gr-eat ado was made over them at The Old By James Whitcomb where Oil the old tie crick so still and deep like a baby-river that was lying half of the water round the drift jest below Sounded like the laugh of something we used know Before we could remember anything but the eyes Of the angels out as we left Paradise But the merry days of youth is beyond our And it's hard to part with the old the old In the happy days of When I used to lean above it on the old it showed me a face in- its warm sunny tide That gazed back at me so gay and It made me love I leaped to caress My up at me with sich But them days is past and and old Time's tuck his toll From the old man come back to the old the old In the lazy days When the hum-drum or school made so many How pleasant was the journey down the old dusty the tracks of our bare feet was all printed so plane You could tell by the dent of the heel and the sole They was lots fun on hands at the old But the lost joys is past Let your tears in sorrow roll hike the rain that to dapple up the old Thare the and the cattails so And the sunshine and fell over it all And it mottled worter with amber and gold Tel the glad lillies rocked in the ripples the snake-feeder's four gauzy wings fluttered by ie the ghost of a daisy dropped out of the a apple-blossom in the breeze's As it cut some to ld the old I last saw the The scenes was all like the change in my face The bridge of the railroad now crosses the spot the old lays sunk and And I stray down the banks the trees to be-But never again will shade shelter And I wish in my sorrow I could strip to the And dive off in my grave like the old |
