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TUB  OLD  MAN  IN  THH  PALACE  CAR.


                           "T  T *E L L ,  Betsey,  this  beats  everything  our  eyes  have  ever  seen!
                            W _      W c'rc  rid In’  in  a  paiaec  He  for  any Icing  or  queen  •
                                     W e  didn’t  go  as  hist  as  tins,  nor  oil  such  cushions  rest,
                                    W hen we left New England years  ago lo  seel: a  home out West.


                           W e  rode  through  this  same  country,  hnt  not  ad  we  now  ride—
                           Y ou   sat  within  a  stage  coach,  while  1  trudged  on  by  your  side
                           Instead  of riding  on  a  rail,  T  carried  one  you  "know,
                           T o   pry  the  old  coach  from  the  mire  through  which  we  had  to  go.


                           L e t’s  see  ;  that's  fifty  vcars  aco— iust  arter  we  were  wed;
                           Your  eyes  wore then  like  diamonds  bright,  your  cheeks  like  roses  red,
                           Now,  Betsey,  people  call  u~  old,  and  push  us  off one  side,
                           Just  as they  have  the  old  slow  coach  i:i  which  we  used  to  ride.

                           I  wonder  i: young  married  folks  to-day would  condescend
                           To  take  a  weddin'  tour  like  ours,  with  a  log  house  at the  end?
                           Much  of the  sentimental  love  that  sets  young  cheeks  aglow
                           W ould  die  to  meet  the  hardships  of fifty  years  ago.


                           Our  love  grew  stronger  as  \vc  toiled;  though  food  and  clothes  were
                                    coarse,
                           None  eve:'  saw  us  in  the  courts  a  huntin'  a  divorce;
                           Love:  levelled  down  the  mountains  and  made  low  places  high  ;
                           Love  sang  a  sons?-  to  cheer  us  when  clouds  and  whirls  were  nigh.


                            f ’m  glad  to  see  the  world  move  on,  to  hear  the  engine’s  roar,
                           A n d   all  about  the  cables  stretchin’  now  from  shore  to  shore.
                           Oi, r  iui:-.-iorj  j.s  accomplished ;  with  toil  we  both  arc through  ;
                           The  Lord jest  let  us  live  awhile  to  see  how  young  folks  do.

                            W hew!  ]~k:t,’-L:y1  now weVc  fly in1!   See  the  farms  and  towns  go  by  !
                           It  makes  my  gray hair  stand  on  end;  it  dims  my  failin'  eye.
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