horticulture, collecting outdoor material for domestic economy such as herbs, seeds and husks from the cornfields in Autumn, which latter are made into shreds and made into healthy beds for the inmates…there
Are childhood’s hours from me! Still, still the same–the cherished scene, That ever thro’ the varying years, Deep-graven on my heart has been, In morns of joy–in nights of tears. And oft in darksome times of pain, When hope seem’d dead, and comfort vain, Ye shone upon life...