Susanna Strickland Moodie

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'Tis merry to hear, at evening time,
By the blazing hearth the sleigh-bells chime;
To know the bounding steeds bring near
The loved one to our bosoms dear.
...

Lie down -- lie down! -- my noble hound,
That joyful bark give o'er;
It wakes the lonely echoes round,
But rouses me no more --
...

Well I recall my Father's wife,
The day he brought her home.
His children looked for years of strife,
And troubles sure to come --
...

What -- write my name!
How vain the feeble trust,
To be remembered
When the hand is dust --
...

Poet --

Enchanting spirit! -- at thy votive shrine
I lowly bend a simple wreath to twine;
...

Susanna Strickland Moodie Biography

Susanna Moodie (nee` Susanna Strickland) was born on December 6, 1803. She was a British author who wrote about her experiences as a settler in Canada. She was the younger sister of Catherine Parr Traill, and both were educated by their parents. She wrote her first children's book in 1822, and published other children's stories in London, including books about Spartacus and Jugurtha. In London she was also involved in the anti-slavery movement. On April 4, 1831, she married John Moodie, a retired officer who had served in the Napoleonic Wars. With her husband, daughter, and sister, she emigrated to Canada into 1832, to a farm near Peterborough, Upper Canada, where her brother Samuel worked as a surveyor. She continued to write in Canada and her letters and journals contain valuable information about life in the colony. She observed life in what was then the backwoods of Ontario, including native customs, relations between the Canadian population and recent American, the strong sense of community and the communal work known as "bees", the climate, and the wildlife. She suffered through the economic depression in 1836, and her husband served in the militia against William Lyon Mackenzie in the Upper Canada Rebellion in 1837. As an upper class Englishwoman Susanna did not particularly enjoy "the bush," as she called it. She and John moved to Belleville in 1840, which she referred to as "the clearnings." Here she described urban life, including religion, art, and education, especially as compared to relative lack of these things in "the bush." She also learned of the Family Compact and became sympathetic to the moderate reformers led by Robert Baldwin This caused problems for John, who shared her views, but who was also Sheriff of Belleville, and had to work with members and supporters of the Family Compact. In 1852 she published Roughing it in the Bush, detailing her experiences on the farm in the 1830s. In 1853 she published Life in the Clearings, about her time in Belleville. she remained in her cottage in Belleville after her husband's death, and lived to see Canadian Confederation. She died in April 1885. Her books and poetry inspired Margaret Atwood's own collection of poetry, titled The Journals of Susanna Moodie, published in 1970.)

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The Sleigh-Bells

'Tis merry to hear, at evening time,
By the blazing hearth the sleigh-bells chime;
To know the bounding steeds bring near
The loved one to our bosoms dear.
Ah, lightly we spring the fire to raise,
Till the rafters glow with the ruddy blaze;
Those merry sleigh-bells, our hearts keep time
Responsive to their fairy chime.
Ding-dong, ding-dong, o'er vale and hill,
Their welcome notes are trembling still.

'Tis he, and blithely the gay bells sound,
As his sleigh glides over the frozen ground;
Hark! He has pass'd the dark pine wood,
He crosses now the ice-bound flood,
And hails the light at the open door
That tells his toilsome journey's o'er.
The merry sleigh-bells! My fond heart swells
And trobs to hear the welcome bells;
Ding-dong, ding-dong, o'er ice and snow,
A voice of gladness, on they go.

Our hut is small, and rude our cheer,
But love has spread the banquet here;
And childhood springs to be caress'd
By our beloved and welcome guest.
With a smiling brow his tale he tells,
The urchins ring the merry sleigh-bells;
The merry sleigh-bells, with shout and song
They drag the noisy string along;
Ding-dong, ding-dong, the father's come
The gay bells ring his welcome home.

From the cedar swamp the gaunt wolves howl,
From the oak loud whoops the felon owl;
The snow-storm sweeps in thunder past,
The forest creaks beneath the blast;
No more I list, with boding fear,
The sleigh-bells distant chime to hear.
The merry sleigh-bells with soothing power
Shed gladness on the evening hour.
Ding-dong, ding-dong, what rapture swells
The music of those joyous bells!

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