———♦ We worked through spring and winter, through summer and through fall; But the mortgage worked the hardest and the steadiest of all; It worked on nights and Sundays; it worked each holiday ; It settled down among, us, and it never went away. Whatever we kept from it seemed almost as bad as theft; It watched us every minute, and it ruled us right and left. The rust and blight were with us, sometimes, and sometimes not; The dark-browed scowling mortgage was forever on the spot. The weevil and the cut-worm they went as.well as came ; , • The mortgage stayed for ever eating hearty all the bame. It nailed up every window, stood guard at every door, And happiness and sunshine made their home with us no more, Till with failing crops and sickness we got stalled upon the grade, And there came a dark day on us when the interest wasn't paid; And there came a sharp foreclosure and I kind o' lost my hold, And grew weary and discouraged, and the farm was cheaply sold. The children left and scattered, when they hardly yet were grown ; My wife she pined an' perished, an' I found myself alone. What she died of was a "mystery," an' the doctors never knew ; But I know she died of mortgage—just as well as I wanted to. If to trace a hidden sorrow were within the doctor*' art, They'd ha' found a mortgage lying on that woman's broken heart. Worm or beetle, drought or tempest, on a farmer's land may fall, But for fir.sfc-cla.ss ruination trust a mortgage 'gainst 'em all.
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THE MORTGAGE., Ashburton Guardian, Volume VII, Issue 2434, 20 May 1890
THE MORTGAGE. Ashburton Guardian, Volume VII, Issue 2434, 20 May 1890
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