MY GRANDMOTHER'S STAND.
BY H. B. WILDMAN.
It may be, indeed, I am childless and vain,
But I love the old relic of antiquate form;
Like the surf-beaten vessel that furrows the main,
It hath struggled and weathered through many a storm!
Full well I remember it, when but a boy,
The spot where 'twas placed by that matronly hand;
And now I'm grown old, like a child with its toy,