Excerpt from The Rushford Centennial, August 16 21, 1908: With Other Data and Reminiscences From afar to my mountain dwelling Come letters my heart that thrill, Of gentle speech they are telling By friends who remember me still, Through the century's half, since together We carolled youth's glad refrain Through all that changeful weather, Its sunshine, its cold, fierce rain. Love me, love me a little blindly, Dear ones who have loved me SO long; If ye think of me too kindly God will say 'tis no terrible wrong. Of each other the worth, not weakness, We please Him best to learn, Very sad must be the bleakness Of souls that are swift to Spurn. With tenderness, How faring Friends mine, ye would ask, I know; How sure we were once of Sharing Each day's delight and woe! About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

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