32. CHAUGHAM'S SPIRIT LEFT THE HILL-SIDE,

And Molly Barber labored bravely on,

Strong and stately, hale and hearty,

Until brave Chaugham's life was gone,

And they laid him in the grave-yard;

Wisely, kindly Molly Barber,

Long the wife of Honest Chaugham,

As is written in the records,

Moved about among her children,

Strong and stately, hale and hearty,

Loved by all her children's children.

Though the children grew like rabbits,

Still she taught them how to cipher,

How to read and write a little —

Thus we find it in the records —

Taught the prayers she learned from mother,

In her father's stately mansion,

Near the mighty Central River,

Long ago when she was little

And her world was filled with gladness.

Sped her years to five and eighty,

From her birth beside the river,

By the mighty Central River,

In her father's stately mansion,

With its comforts and its riches,

Still she toiled beside the river,

In the valley of the Tunxis,

Through the ever changing seasons,

Watching o'er her children's children

To the third great generation,

Till they called her Granny Chaugham,

And her name became a legend,

Fold beyond the distant oceans,

And her spouse, the Honest Chaugham

Lived respected by all people,

To the year of eighteen hundred,

When his spirit left the hill side,

On its journey to the Happy Hunting

Ground beyond the western sunset.