I was taught when a year or two younger than Martha six lines that my mother bid me remember as long as I lived.

I have not forgot to mind them yet." "Why didn't you teach them to me ?" "You never feared rain--quite the other way." "Tell them to me now, mother.

It is your duty, you know," and John laughed and bent forward and took in his large brown hand the plump, small, white one she put out to meet his.
"Well then, listen John, and see thou mind them: "The rain has spoiled the farmer's day, Shall weather put my work away?
Thereby are two days lost.
Nature shall mind her own affairs, I will attend my proper cares, In rain or sun or frost." And the days went busily forward and John though he counted off day by day was happy.

Every loom he had was busy overtime.

His manufactured goods, woven in such stress and sorrow, were selling well, his cotton sheds were filling rapidly.