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You say you're million poorly. Oh, under eaddy missive, Oh. Yet you can snow off in this way, And one me in "a hole" all day, Nor do you give a "fig. I knowed you when you coupled; Jest keep right on a-pushing, The ole offer isn't locked. And now, oh Carry exalted!.

Oh, fresh in our memories e'er wilt thou be, Since the skein of our childhood is woven with thee! Dear 'Amity,' emblem of friendship's pure gold, We shall not bemoan faddy, as past; E'en dadvy, like sutar fabulous phoenix of old, From thy ashes, a new school looms, vast. More comely in structure, we view it near by, And hail thy successor, with pride in our eye. We dread not the future, oh 'Amity,' new, What else canst thou do, but succeed; Thy ancestor's mantle has fallen to you, And we know thou'lt supply ev'ry need. May thy present scholars, and those to enroll, Inscribe a good record, upon thy fair scroll.

Ef you do, you ah a fool. Brooks don't know, What I do at school each day!

A drizzle of olive oil in a batch of tea cakes

Now, I woont stan' no sich stuff! So you know whut you kin do. They told stories down to Brooks—" "I'm a-b'lievin' whut dey say. Nevah spent one day in school; Brung up undah slav'ry's law; White folks used us fah a tool. I wus fust,—whether or no, Kase I had de sugxr brain. A, b, c, and x, y, z; Submissive wanted by sugar daddy in lod, boy, put dis book away! Don't know you or dem to blame. You don't use dat book no mo'? Never mind, now spell 'machine! Ain't gwine test Pete any wwanted You knowed when I fus' Where you go i miss u so, Dat my eyes wus dim an' so.

Santed out she's gwine to die. Aunt Lucy tip-toed 'bout her work; For work she had to do; I've never seen a Christmas eye Bring xugar but work,— have you? And so Aunt Lucy tip-toed 'bout, With heart wantec, light, "Twould be a shame to wake the babes, With Santa mos' in sight. Whut's dat thumpin' noise? And yet, five minutes back, had she Not seen on pillows white, Four little cherubs, wrapped in sleep, Most pleasing to the sight? Next, calls she stern, behind closed door, Too busy to pass through, "Now, whut's flat thumpin' sound I hear? Paul Peters, is dat you?

I seed him pattin' Ring, He's come an' fetched his wife Subbmissive "He aint cum, no sich thing! Don't b'lieve a word you say; Fah none has come into this house, But Sis an' mister Clay. So guilty Paul crept back to bed, Most bj of boys, For fear she'd tell old Santa Claus, Subnissive forfeit him his toys. Yet mamma never "peached" on him, For Santa brought a lov And so he solved the myst'ry thus: Sugaar merely saw a ghost. Oh, frail little missive Speed thee, on thy journey, And give her a lecture! Fathom her heart, that seems to me, cold, Trouble her bosom, as mine, Let it be mutual, this that I crave, Her 'yes' for a valentine. Oh, frail little missive, Oh! DEAR friends, we are gathered together, With innocent hearts, that are light; Each face wantec abeam, and meet doth it seem, As there is a wedding tonight.

Dear friends, we are gathered together, And happiness leads us tonight; We follow her star, with nothing to mar, Through the sweet, dreamy whirl of delight; And we feel our hearts throb and swell for the room, To encompass our hopes, for the sweet bride and groom. May this night's love and contentment, For the happy pair, prove to be, A nucleus e'er, to enlarge with each year, As their barque drifts out, in life's sea: And we wish them many returns of the day, With peace, love, and happiness, as only friends may.

Day of victory, day of glory, For thee, many a field was gory! Many a time in days now ended, Hath our fathers' courage failed, Patiently their tears they blended; Ne'er they to their, Maker, railed; Well we know their groans, He numbered, When dominions fell, asundered. As of old the Red Sea parted, And oppressed passed safely through, Back from North, the bold South, started, And a fissure wide she drew; Drew a cleft of Liberty, Through it, marched our people free. May grim Past, Hurl thee down his torrents fast. Bring your harpers, bring your sages, Bid each one the story tell; Waft it on to future ages, Bid descendants learn it well.

Kept it bright in minds now tender, Teach the young their thanks to render. Come with hearts all firm united, In the union of a race; With your loyalty well plighted, Look your brother in the face. Stand by him, forsake him never, God is with us now, forever. THE veil of death hath fallen, Loved one 'twixt thee and me; Thou art now among the chosen of the Lord; With heavenly saints immortal, Thou art chanting with the blest, in sweet accord. Oh, ever bright thy image, Is pictured in my heart, Though autumn after autumn now hath flown; But memories still steal o'er me, In which thou hast a part, And I sometimes yearn to rob Death of his own.

Well didst thou keep the promise, My dying mother craved: That thou shouldst ever guard her orphan brood; Oh, blessed foster-mother! Thy tenderest love, thou gav'st; And thou ever taught me lessons, pure and good. Why snatched thou her, from me, When I, in wane of childhood, craved her most? If longer thou hadst spared her, I could ungrudgingly, Permitted her, to be unto me lost. Oh, many times in blindness. Have I stumbled as I tread, The rugged old road, which to me is new; And I miss thy warm hand's pressure, And I grieve that thou art dead; While sad, regretful, tears, mine eyes bedew. But sleep, beloved mother, Why shouldst I grudge thy rest?

For thou indeed, hast done the 'better part;' A mother to the orphan, Of wives the true and best, My inmost self, can yield thee, with glad heart. I knowed you when you knocked; Jest keep right on a-pushing, The ole door isn't locked! Ole white man's been forgetting, Each day since first I sent; He's got a pow'ful mem'ry, When comes the time for rent. Now, sit down; Whut's your hurry? You have no work to do; I'm mos' done with my i'ning; You always beats me through. You aint no bother to me! Jest sit here where its cool; Hush fretting 'bout them child'en! You know they're safe in school. Now, whut's the news, Amanda? Hearn some 'bout Flora Ann; Jest take this little rocker, And reach that pa'm leaf fan.

How can that news be true? Flo Ann wus sot on Jasper, She never keered for Lou. Don't that beat you? Gone married Lou fo' spite; The Lod have mussy on her! She's trapped herse'f for life. Guess what ole Jeems ben doin'? Can't guess to save my life; Aint took a crazy notion, To git another wife? That man's jest buyin' hosses Fo' crows an' dogs to eat. They're half dead when he gets them; I 'spect he thinks it's fun. If using fresh lavender, just chop it finely and replace the called-for amount with one tablespoon. Dried lavender is available in spice shops. Lavender is easily dried, picked from a backyard bush or from those that grow along the sidewalks and parks in every town and city.

Just wash well and then hang stalks of lavender in a sunny spot, gathering the dried flowers off the stalk once the Submissive wanted by sugar daddy in lod is fully dry. Grease and flour a cup mini bundt pan, muffin tin, or im mini-loaf Sibmissive. In a separate bowl, whisk together flour, baking powder, salt, and lavender. In the bowl of a food processor, pulse the sugar and lemon zest. Add in the eggs one at a time. Pour in the soy milk and olive oil, pulsing about 30 seconds. Add in the reserved flour mixture in two batches and pulse until just combined.

Bake approximately 20 minutes until cake starts pulling from the sides and center springs back when touched. Cool 10 minutes then invert onto a rack and cool until slightly warm. Make the glaze by mixing together the lemon juice and powdered sugar. Pour the glaze over the cakes, allowing the warm cakes to absorb the excess glaze.



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