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POSIES
From The Evening Wisconsin.
Oh, for the dear, old-fashioned posies
Growing close by the kitchen door;
Poppies soft to bring forgetting,
Balm and mint for a spirit sore.

Heartsease sweet for hearts that are aching,
Ragged ladies ond four-o'clocks;
Marigolds with wealth uncounted,
Cabbage roses and hollyhocks.

Old-time pinks with their spicy odor,
Tiger lilies and columbine;
Honey sweet in its golden chalice,
Humming-birds in the climbing vine.

Sunflowers tall that turn their faces
Out to the west as the sun goes down;
Morning-glories that close and cower
Under the rays of his burning frown.

Clover fields with the bees a-humming,
Drowsy grasses which sway and nod;
Busy reapers the ripe grain cutting,
Fragrant breath of new-mown sod.

Oh, for the dear, old-fashioned posies
Growing close by the kitchen door;
And for the loved familiar faces,
Gone from our gaze forevermore.
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up which would cost about $20 to $25 additional, but I did not order it. This afternoon I intended to go over to my studio but I got Sara to stand for me in the garden for a figure in my picture and I also painted in little Florence.  Mr. Houghtaling so far has not noticed my note sent to him on the 9th.

Tuesday July 23" 1889. I went to Hewitt Boices this forenoon and ordered the stone for Maurice's grave. It will probably be ready for Mr. Kent some time next week. This afternoon while we were at dinner John McEntee drove up and asked me to go to ride. We drove out to Leggs Mill where we did not stay long as there was a picnic there. From there we went to Aunt Katrinas lake approaching it from the Saugerties way. John was somewhat despondent. He said he had been kept awake nearly all night by some tea he had drunk. He told me also that Girard was in trouble unable to make his returns to his companies and he did not see how he was to extricate himself. I told him I had feared some thing of that nature but that I was powerless to help him and he said he was also. I confess this worries me. I have been so contented for a while past that I was quite sure there was something in store to trouble me. John came to tea with me and Cantine also whom I invited this morning. It has been a pleasant day and is cool this evening with the wind from N.W. I am going to try not to be troubled over Girards affairs but I am sorry for him and sorry I cannot help him, but it is utterly impossible.

Wednesday 24". I went over to the cemetery this morning to take a look at the stone at Mr. Powleys grave from which I had partially, as for proportion, designed the one for Maurice. At the Post office I got letters from Mrs. Van Glumer and one from Roth of Morelia. Mrs. Van Glumer is evidently pretty near the end of her fortune and is I think anxious to sell her place in Tacubaya. I feel sorry for her while she makes no complaint and seems a cheerful hopeful person I think her situation there a lonely and unhappy one. Roths letter was very well expressed in the main. He gave an amusing account of a storm on Lake Patzcuaro and the fright of the people in the steamer. After dinner I went over to my studio and have begun a little picture with an idea of painting it larger if successful. It has been a perfect day with a N.W. wind and in the evening almost too cool to sit out of doors.

Thursday 25" The cool and beautiful days continue. I went down to Boices stone yard and ordered a change in the head stone making the base 1 ft. instead of 10 inches and the stone 3.6 in high instead of 4.2. Passing along and looking over the creek to the ferry it looked so picturesque and attractive that I went in to Henry Abbeys store to see if I could not find a place to paint it from. I find that I can sit in the upper story undisturbed and I am going to begin it tomorrow morning if the day be fine. It is a subject I have always wished to paint. This afternoon. I painted two or three hours in my studio in the little picture I began yesterday. At a little after 5 I came over and we got seven kittens ready to send to Harry Donaldson as he had signified a wish to have them. These were the Kittens of the barn cat This poor thing has remained at the barn alone, reared her little family and provided for them until after I discovered she had a family when I have fed her since. Four were the kittens of the old house cat. She has five but Sara could get only 4. They go at 6 to night and tomorrow morning will be in Springfield. Tom took them over all secured in a covered basket.
[[left margin]] Sent kittens to Harry. [[/left margin]]

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