THE PROGRESSIVE FARMER, APRLI 18, 1899.
F" At Fifteen.
If Thou Must Love Me.
Elizabeth Babbett Browning, in "Sonnets from the Portuguese."
If thou mut love me, let it be for naught
Except for love's sake rnly . Do not say,
I love her for herfcmile, her look, her way
Of speaking pently fir trick of thought
"0 writer, eo widely known and
Jjved, has been so little writt n
about as E zibeth Barrett
cvniag- Until recently nothing
iisins to be a biography of her has
,iMi.ihpi in hr nativn land and
u Kuw
letters, of which there are many,
iveonly appeared ia fragments with
ft ay responsible editorship.
ITm mystery which has enveloped
Yrs Browning's personal career has
CissJ quite a mythology to spring up
oui ter name, and the mystery haa
tjy been increased by the publica
(;s3 cl the thoe as3umi2g to have au-
"::ricy in these matters.
E inbHh Birretc was born m Lon
:aon Marca the fourth, 1809 The
i:her. Eiard Moulton Barrett, was
West Indien slaveowner wno en-
;uragei the little E' ztbath in her
iriy efforts in writing and to this
:c:urasement she probably owed
m:q of her eucccss in afterlife. Of
ter mother little ia known, except that
pe waa several years older than her
bsbaai and that, despite their dia
)ir.ty in ae, ehe waa tenderly loved
if him.
Eizitoia's csilihood was a very
appy cue; the greater part of it waj
vptin her father's country home at
B.D?e E,d, Hertfordshire. She was
jemarkabiy prccoeicua, reading Homer
in the cngmal at eight years of age.
ie siid that in those days the Greeks
Kere her dernL'rd find she dreamed
tnrec Agcemnon than Moses, her
IiaCa D.nv. Thfl rpjulfcpf this waa an
epic"' cn the baule of Marathon
pi Hr. Barrett wid bo proud of the
1
rcc'u:;:oQ inat; he had h.ty copies ct
"priaiedand retributed. Sae says:
wrote veis;s very early, at eight
erscid aui cljer. But wtiat U lees
i nt: e-irly fiiney turned into
") ann r :aiQrd i:nme."
Thus Eiizocb'a catldnooi passed,
j riding much, in writing her ear
vcr-o, am m j jining with others
- - ag? m th-3 eoj ymsnta tha
-r-"- i-icrest cmiaren. vvnen aoout
jt.'teea 'jtara of &ge eho fell from a
f.rj ucl ia eorno wav iniured her
;:ne gj '.enou-ly that ehe euffered
3 Ia h.r seventeenth year ehe pub
'pted her teay on Mini and
abated the Prometheug of
--eCQyiud. Abjuc tnia timo her
-thtr ai2d aua Erzibeth, hereelf an
vl d, w.ia left the chief consoler of
e: fi-lowtjd Taitier. and to some de
F3, the guardian of her younger
s. VUJ "
r3 the a-eet memories connected
fi'-h it forever. "Beautiful, beautiful
3," Mi&a Birrett wrote long after.
3CJ. yet. not fnr tLH whole whole
Nrli'a beaaty would I stand in the
8hm9 and the shadow of them any
re; it would be a mccery like tak
? back a broken fl ) wer to its stalk. "
te lacQilv suent two vearsatWid
--uth aad then went to London where
Wrut bought a house on Thin
street. His daughter's continued
:,:e cy aLd tailure of healtn kept her
or.iHkq conflued to her room, but
"!sa'd un prevent her living her own
1?et hf? of 'Aiinfiil auirationn. Sir
b'-ocmiug known in tha world
Ine prv.88 writings as well
5 t-r r
om gave tier an enviable rep
Hu.n unicng the writers of that
4 r hc-r health's sake Miss B :rrett
' -aae an unwilling exile to Torquay
rtnore than a vear and thpro the
v.
eiy occurred which, as she wrote
M If - ,
erne,
- lorevpr "
Her favorite brother,
1 n a
i "aru, who had gone on a visit to
was accidently drowned while
gxpet as a half blown, honeyed rose, she standa
On life's fair mornirp, when the crystal dew
Is on the erps, ftDd all -e sky is blue
As th"86 that bend above E ysian lands.
Trp tarda of tirre, for her, are golden eands.
To ber rapt vision, all the earth is new;
There is naught false, because her heart is true;
An untried power lies in her slender hands.
Behind her. childhood's careless, cunny days.
Before her. like an open, unread hook,
An unlived story, all the future lies.
She walks no more within the chidioh ways;
A deeper meaning shows in tone and look,
A woman's soul ia in her dreamy eyes.
New Orleans Picayune
Tnat falls in well with mine, and certes brought
A. sense of pleasant ease on such a day."
For these things in themselves, Beloved, may
Bp changed or change f t thee and love so wrought
May be un wrought so. Neither love me for
Thy own dear pity's wiping my cheeks dry
A creature might forget to weep, who bore
Thy comfort long, and lose thy love thereby.
Bat love me for love's sake, that evermore
Thou mavst love on, through love's eternity.
The Passion Flower of the North."
fis ling and it was long before she re
covered sufficiently from the shock to
be taken home. After her removal
from Torquay to Thinpole street she
passed many years in confinement to a
sick room where few except members
of her own family were admitted.
Among these exceptions were her de
voted friends, Miss Mitford, Mrs Jam
o-on and above all, her friend and
dearest cousin, Mr. Kenyon, to whom
she a'tsrwards dedicated Au'ora
Leigh.
And so life passed on for this woman,
but, in spite of ill health, it did not
pass without its fruits. Lying day
after day with her dog. Flush, at her
feet, she read books in almost every
language and wrote the verse which
will always live in the E iglish lan
guage as some of its most beautiful
songs. Shut out from the outside
world ehe kept herself in harmony
with it; things bright and lovely were
hers by nature and on all around her
she shed the beauty of her sweet and
noble mind, unspoiled by the intense
suffering she must have endured.
Ic waa Mr. Kenyon who first intro
duced Robert Browning to Miss Bar
rett. She had read and admired his
writings ljng before and to see and
know him was only to love aa women
of her nature are capable of loving.
The etory of their love and marriage
is a truly idealistic one. It was a true
union of heart with heart, soul with
oul. Himself in the prime of man
hood, strong, robust and energetic,
Mr. Browning could but feel p'ty for a
being who?e life was outwardly so nar
row, and with pi y ca' . j a dcarre to
fke her in his arms to comfort, to
oaro for this woman, whese life was so
fuli r f F.uffiring. Tni3 feeling grew
until he at lat, in an outburst of love
an,l devotion, b?ged for tne consum
:jm ion of his hfe'd desire. She, wo
in .n like, fearing to be only a burden
to iho min ehe lovrd, told him that
bia hopes? could never bo realized; that
her Ufa w uld ever be one of solitude,
devoted to her writings. But, as the
flays wenc on, she real z d more at, d
mere Lia undying devo ion to herself,
aud. touched, as every woman is, by
the love of a good and noble man, ehe
at la?t yielded to his wishes and prom
ised to become hia wife He knew
frrm the fi-sn that she would be an in
curabla invalid, and yet he apked for
nothiDg more than the right to tak
care of her, to comfort her, while life
should last.
mm
EoOrt Browla tm 1S4S. fk'lT'J'k. r
Ic was durng his time that ehe
wrote the most beautiful, the mo?t im
pa3aioned love songs the world has
ever known the sonnets from the Por
tuguese. Mr. Browning did not know
of the existence of these poems until
some yeara after their marriage. He
was unconf cious of the fact that while
he loved her with a love that knows no
end, her soul fourth this song:
k 4 -'CTn
I 'I love thee to the depth, the breadth.
toe neigns
My soul can reach,
I love thee with the breath.
Smiles, tears of all my life; and if G A
choose
I shall tut love thee better after death."
On September H 1846, Elizabeth
Barrett was married at the Maryle
bone parish church to Robert Brown
ing, and immediately after the newly
married couple started for Italy, by
way of Paris.
In spite of the anger of her father,
who never forgave her for the step ehe
had taken, her married life was ever
a happy one. Blest with love of hui
band and child, epent undes the bright
skies of Italy, where her health im
proved wonderfully, it could hardly be
otherwise.
Tne poem, "Casa Guidi Windows,"
was written while she lived in Flor
enee and took its name from the old
palace which was her place of residence
while there It was in this relic of
ancient royalty that many Americans
learned to know and love this woman,
whose genius has so enriched the world
of literature and whose sweet verss
have bound England and Italy together
by an unbreakable chain.
Mrs Hawthorne thus drs'riba the
personal appearance of Mrs. Browning:
'V ry email, delicate, dark and ex
pre-g.ve, ehe looked like a spirit. A.
! ciuud of hair falls on each side of her
face in curls so as to partly veil her
features, but out of the veil looked
sweet, sad eyes, r using and far seeing
and weird. Ekir lairy fingers looked
too airy to hold, and yet their pressure
was very firm and strong. The small
est possible amount of substance en
clo8 s her s :ul, and every particle of it
is infus -d with heart and intellect. I
was never conscious of so little unre
deemable, perishable dust in any hu
man being."
After all, bright, useful lives must
come to a cloee as well as others; gen
ius must lay down its arms before the
cocq lerer, Djath, and take its flight
into the vastness of eterity. And so
'The Passion Flower of the North,"
as ehe ia often called, leaving a hu3
band whose perfect love had beautified
her life, a child whom ehe loved with
all the wealth of a mother's love leav
the bright temple of Fame, whose glit
tering pinnacles then ehone brightest
around her, entered into a temple
far more beautiful, "whose Maker and
and Builder is Gl-d."
She died at F.orenca at half past
four in the morning of June 29, 1861.
in the fifty third year of her life, of
congestion ot the lungs.
Oa July lit all that remined of Eng
land's greatest poetess wa reverently
bore to the lovely little Protestant
cemetery, which looked out toward
Fiesole. There where the tall cypress
es wave over the grave, where the
eunny ekies smile above, and beauti
ful mils keep watch. thfv laid her.
Tous lived and di3dElzbeth Bar
rett Browing, truly one of the greatest
poets who hae sounded the strings of
the mystic lyre in any ge
What more fitting epitaph do we
wish than her own words:
"'Sleep soft, beloved,' we s centimes
say,
But have no time to charm away
Sad dreams that through tha eyelids
creep ;
Bit never doleful dreams again
hall break the hftpp 8 umoer when
H giveth his beloved fleep."
Eva Heitman in The (Greensboro,
N. U ) Uoile,e M s aee
m m m
"IRONING SHIR TS, COLLARS AND
CUFFS "
We find a rather grave error -n our
arfcle with this title in less weekV
Progreesive F-trmer. The pararapn
column 2 banning, "After all th
rrs of the shirt is ironed," should read
s follows:
"A.fter all the rest of the shirt is ironed,
'av the biflora bord under the bopom,
cake a dampened cloth and rub th
bosom from top downward; even af
ter thif precaution ifc ia well to lay a
piece of old muelin over before
jreflping with the iron, this will re
move any surplus starch or lump of
starch, which may lurk unseen to
spoil the work of an otherwise perfect
laundrying. The bosom must be ironed
until dry, and if the irons are
scorching hot this can hardly be ac
compliabed without yellowing. It can
readily be seen that an iron medium
hot ia best for this purpose, that is, one
not hot hot enough to scorch, and yet
hot enough to dry well After the
bosom has been ironed dry. then tak
the polishing iron again, and having
dampened the at ire bosom lightly wi h
a damp cloth, rub and poiisi till the
desired gloss is obtained. The damp
ening of the linen prevents it from
"blistering." or, in other words, from
separating it from the the linings, as
it would be apt to do if pressed to"
long nr much. If you find that c liars
or cuff have this appearance, dampen
them lightly and re-iron and you wfll
find that tha "blistered" portion will
adhere to the linias without difficul
ty. In polishing, uae only the roua led
part of the front of the iron, uae it as
hot es maybe wi;hout scorching, work
rapidly, rubbing up and down the shirt
bosom and never crosswise. Now for
"helpa" in regard to making search.
Gum arabic is quite commonly uaQd,
this gives a greater etiffoess and it
helps to k?ep the articles stiff
longer. Dissolve gum arabic in water
until it is about as thick as common
mucilage," etc.. etc.
All that part of the article batween
the two sets of asterisks was inadver
tently omitted las: week.
Our Social ChatJ
IDITED BY AUNT JENNIE. R A. LEIGH, N. C.
Here is a column for everybody ladles, gen
tlemen, boy 8, girls, fathers and mothers
Everybody is invited to write on subjects of in
terest to them. Never mind if you are not
perfect as a writer, give us your thoughts and
we will see that they are in good shape oefore
they are published.
Thk Progressive Farmkr ia a paper for every
member of the family, and young and old alike
are its patrons and its friends. We hope to
unite these thousands of our friends "In a oond
of frlendsaip that wiU be a help and an inspira
tion to each one of us." The friendship ot each
of our read ere. the confidence of the old North
State's sturdy sons, and the trust of each of her
daughters, is what this paper aims to win "by
helping each one of them to do more, to be more
ana to enjoy more in this beautiful world." We
hope this soirit will animate each letter, and
breathe through every page. Address letters to
"Aunt Jennie," care of Thb Pkogressivb Far
utR. Raleigh. N. C.
Las week I spoke of housa cleaning
but there are other and just as import
ant things that must be done or at least
are as conducive to the happiness of
woman as an clean house. Hid you
thought that that leaning, bent old fenca
has caused the good wife many mo
ments of worry? Fix it up for her; it
will add so much to the appearance of
the place. A "handy" husband is a
treasure but one who takes no interest
in his surroundings lacks much of
being an ideal husband.
Did you mend the hinge on that gate
cr docs the person who wishes to open
it have to lift it every timet There is
nothing more pleasing to the eye than
a wed kept place and few things more
disgusting than to see every thing "run
down" as the last named state of affairs
is evidence ot somebody's laziness or
indifference. I do not approve of a
woman's managing a man's business
unless she finds that she must. Neither
do Itbelieve that it is a man's duty to
give out the meals unless there is no
woman at home who can. Be mutu
ally helpful. The husband should help
the wife with her flowers, fix the boxes
for her, dig trenches around the
porches and bury planks on either side
of it, thus forming a nice receptacle
for either roots or seeds of the vines
she wishes to have shade it this sum
mer. Dj not fret if she plants vines
near all the unsightly fecces, broken
walls etc , for they will add so much to
the appearance of the place in mid
summer. No place looks home like
without flowers. B i sure to have some
even if they must be of the most com
mon varieties. "Wood bine" is one of
the prettiest of our wild vines and un
less you have tried it you have no idea
how gracefully it adapts itself to odd
corners in the yard. It is not difficult
to grow and stands transplanting
nicely. If the chickens "boss" things
and will not allow you to have fl )wers
on the ground try having some stout
posts put in the yard and place your
pot, bucket, or box on top of them and
I think Mistress Hen will acknowledge
her defeat ard you will be delighted
with the success attending your ven
ture We little folks had our fl:iwersin
the garden and what a pleasure they
were to us, and how generously we
gave others of the treasures Nature
had so lavishly bestowed on ua. Allow
the little folks a place for individual
gardens and j ou will be surprised at
the interest they will take and at the
variety of vegetables and flowers they
will make grow in so small a epac3.
D n't forget to cultivate heart sun
-uine; and there is nothing so con
du9ive to it healthful growth as out
door exe ciee.
'A friend in need is a friend indeed "
How I realized the truth of t lis old
alage when I received Wedge
Wood's" letter. It was the first to
reach me after last week's dearth of
tetters. H?r three boys are to be com
mended and how glad I would be to
know them. Tneir mother I have met
out ehe does not recognize in "Aunt
J6anie" an oil acquaintance. Many
cnanks for your nice letter and we
nop that you will come often.
R ulins, letrer, is interesting and her
neighborhood a model one. Would
there were more such aa she describes.
Sie also tells ua what traits she thinks
an ideal young man should possess
Hurrah for the boys who read our
letters and dare enter the discussion of
that seemingly dreaded subject,
"flfbich is most selfish, maa or wo
man?" 8ee what one boy thinka of it
Read Jack's letter this week. B the
way this is his first visit but we give
mm a cordial invitation to come again.
I am delighted to know that our cir
cle has effjrded Happiness somerec
reation. Many thanks for your inter
est in O ir Chat. Your letters are al
ways readable and helpful. I am glad
you are interested in the proposed de
bate.
Tne ice ia broken by Jack this week
and I hope eaoh of you will give expres
sion to your thoughts on the subject.
A letter from one who suna himself
Srtnno has just arrived but it is such
an interesting article tbat I feel that it
muat bo given a place thia week. We
nope to hear from him often. Aunt
Jennie.
THE TUESDAY EVENING CLUB.
Dear Aunt Jennie: A.s I promised
to tell you of our Tuesday evening
Club, I will eay it ia the Social Chat
that furnishes the entertainment. To
me, country life would bo monotonous
if we did not use our powers to make it
otherwise. S3 that is why I have called
the Social Chat, 'Tuesday Evening's
Progressive Club" and it ia with pleas
ant anticipation I await the coming of
The Progressive Farmer and am wo
fully disappointed if the water courses
prevent the mail reaching our office.
I think our neighborhood needs a
Farmer's Club so there would be some
it?rest created for our boys in farm
u.g. I wish wo had a man, in our midst
to cirry on such a club and explain in
tensified farming, etc.
I think we need such men in our
neighborhood to cause the young men
and boys to love the farm and make it
profitable.
This mountain country is fine for
everything and above all for good
health When I first came hare I was
almost an invalid suffering from a
complication of diseases; notable to do
anything. Now I am real strong ; do
all the work of a good eizei family
with ease; can walk two miles to
church; and have not taken any medi
cine since I moved here nearly four
years ago. I wish more people would
move here such as are seeking a
healthy climate and are interested in
farming. The scenery is grand. I will
not attempt to portray it with my poor
pen for words are inedequate.
April is here with her showers and
sunshine, making the grass green,
warming the soil, and bringing the
beautiful flowers every where.
I wish Mrs. Fillyaw were my near
neighbor so we could take a stroll to
gether for wild timers. I found 25
different varieties when I was out for
a walk one evening. Some of them were
beautiful. Tne mountain nearest us is
covered with the sweet scented Trail
ing Arbutus. I took with me a peck
basket and brought it home full of it,
and it remained fresh for many days
when placed in water. I have a great
many Cosmos, Radsage, and R d and
white cypress seed that I would divide
with any one who wishes them.
I am muca interested in the debate
and hope it may prove a grand success
for there is nothing to be compared to a
debating society to bring the young
folks to the front. I have seen the
good effects in years gone by so I hope
to see our Chat advance along that
line. Happiness.
ROLLINS TALKS OF TEACHING AND GIVES
SOME ADVICE TO THE YOUNG MEN
Dear Aunt Jennie: Aa it has baen
some time since the date of my last let
ter, I will answer to roll call again.
Joa, I enjoyed your letter bo much,
because I have taught school myself.
Indeed it is a pleasure to witness a lie
tie child's mind growing and expand
ing, and one doesn't feel that he is
living for naught when he is help
ing these little minds to enlarge. It ia
an interesting study for the teacher to
of notice and learn the different natures
the children so many, and yet every
one different. Oathe whole, I think
teaching is more enjoyable than disa
greeatle.
I feel proud that I can say more
complimentary things about my neigh
borhood than I can about some others
I know of. I live in the country where
the scenery is not so pictureeq ae as
that in Switzerland or along the Hud
son, but where every one cultivates
his own ground, makes a good honest
living, and in general is healthy
happy and contented. Our young peo
pie are bright, jolly, industrious, and,
above all. are very temperate which
is the best thing tbat can be said of
any one or any place. To be thoroughly
happy, and to make the m ?st of lif e
one must ba temperate in all things
It is the highest and noblest life one
can aspire to. or ever attain.
If we wish to establish the principles
of temperance in life, and make them
the controlling power through life, we
must begin with the youth. Then they
nave high aspirations to be good and
true. Tney know nothing of the dark
-ide of life, and naturally avoid it. Bat
if a boy is neglected to be reformed
af.er he ia grown, it ia like trying to
straighten a tree after the sapling haa
been bent and twisted, for the tree ia
inclined aa the twig ia bent.
If Aunt Jennie doesn't think me too
silly, I will tell Careleaa Tom wtiat
kind of young man, my ideal ia. First
of all, let him be a consistent Christian
with a heart tender enough to shed a
tear, and think it no crime
Let him strive to keep the fifth com
mandment, and have more respect for
hia parents than to call them "ole man"
aud "ola lady." When a man gets big
enough for this, the seams in his veat
needs to be made smaller it not, they
tease or give room some way or other.
L t him aa cheerily extend a kind
ness and pleasant words to his mother
or listers, aa he would to hia "best
girL" If he neglects hia duty towards
t&em, he most asauredly will towards
hi wife.
Lit him have more respect for him
Be f and his Creator than to use wicked
and profane words, and chew the
filthy Indian weed.
Let him be strictly temperate, inielli
gent industrious and economical.
There are many other graces that will
add much to the perfect gentleman,
and beauty is not, by far, the first
thing to be considered; but if my ideal
ia to be handaome very well, so let
him be, with dark hair and dark eyes,
if you please.
Bat for fear of making some one
tired, I will stop and leave the fl sor for
a more able speaker. 'R )llins."
Dear Aunt Jennie: Well, last week's
paper finds you grumbling aa if you
had been forgotten. And but for Misa
Jennie Acton and Mrs. Fdyaw, it doea
seem you might be excused for so
thinking. Bat there are some who
do not write and yet they read and
think of Aunt Jennie. I have been in
terested, pleased and amused at the
discussions and much good common
sense shown by ycur contributors
uncles, aunts, nephews, and nieces.
The "old bachelor," the "old maid"
and the young folks have all talked
well. Now if you will all pardon me
and Aunt Jennie will admit me, I will
have a word with you as the "old wid
ower." Of course all the old bachelors
and old maids are satisfied with their
lot. The old batch, will continue hia
own house keeping arrangement and
the old maid will stick to her knitting
or fancy work they are satisfied.
But what of old widowers? etus hear
how tbey manage. And any good
advice will be thankfully received.
With four or five little darlings to
feed, clothe, to instruct, to patch for,
wash for, and take through the bath
room every Saturday night, to be with
them in the house and at the same
time or them in the field, how would
you manage that? Ol course the wid
ower ia a good cook, a splendid laundry
woman, neat at patching (he learned
that while enjoying the bliss of batch.)
but when it comes to cutting and bast
ing and sewing their little dresses and
knee-breeches, what do you dD then?
Then you will want something nice for
Sunday and there will be the fashion
plates to follow and Grace will want
this and Joe will want that and every
one must go to Sun day -school. How do
you get up all these things and send
each one off just as though he or she
had the very Deat and most thought
ful of mothers? These questions are
all a botheration down here and the
way we are answering them we will not
say, but I expect little Joe and darling
Grace would thank you all to help them
in finding a true s )lu2ion to the puz
zling problem.
I waa once a boy, but not exactly
like Cousin Jennie Acton's brother.
I waa always getting som9 new pic
ture or frame for my room, and the
fact waa I wanted my room to look
f qually as tidy and neat as sisters'.
And if she presented me with any little
ornament or useful article for my
room I was determined to go her two
better. My little boys are beginning
life the same way.
I don't blame Cousin Jennie for de
ciding to be an old maid for the trials
of the wife are many and severe, but
when I would sometimes tease my
dear companion, now in heaven, she
would always eay the happiest part of
her life was in our home,
M s akes are often made in marriage
no doubt of that but there nef d not
be so many. Mr . Ayer, in the World,
says any woman of good common
sense can keep any man's love after
marriage if it ia worth keeping. If
we determine to be happy we can be,
and if we decide to be miserable we
can be, Good common sense and love
ought to lead U3 aright. Sersnno.
THREE HELPFUL BOYS, KTO
Dear Aunt Jennie: S emg and ap
preciating your real distress, in getting
only one letter from the Chatterers
this week I thought I would help just
a little, by telling you about our three
boys
Three cheers and may Gt3 bkeathe
five,noble,helpful ones in your splendid
letter this week. O ie morning f ueling
feeble (I'm fif ry one years oid) I elept
'till O d Sol" waa up an hour and
winking in my eyes. Much astonished,
I dressed hastily and went down to the
Kitchen. To my utter aetonishment
one little boy was parching coff 3e and
it was beautiful too. Another was
making soda biscuit. The rice nice
as it could be was simmering on the
nack of the stave and on top of the reser
voir was a plate of crisp sausages. And
he laughingly remarked 'if eggs were
not selling so high I would have scram
bled some for breakfast." I waa proud
of my boys and just had to rub my
pyes to see if I were not dreaming.
Thia little boy keeps the cwa out to
grazs, finding spots of juicy grass
here and there, our bucter bsing
nicer, richer and sweeter than when
we had to stall feed them in the winter.
The largest boy cornea in as general
"handy man," keeps store, helps milk
the cows, sits up and nuraes tha sick
as cendrly as a woman, and help? keep
every thing straight. You eay, "Wnat
the husband ;be seema to be ignored ?"
D,ar me, no, indeed. Ha walks a
mile and looks after twenty tu'keys,
laying in the wood, has two hundred
egga setting, cultivates two hundred
a ?rea, and keeps the rest of us atraigfet,
ari he says all tne credit he gsts is.
Y ju ought to be a head of the re35 of
u, your boysare so smart. "
1 juac loveboys because the mo3t of
thra look like orphans especially the
bachelors I will close by expending a
special invitation to the five boys to
visit us promising to introduce them
to aa many splendid young ladies,
fresh from State Normal now out in
the world, some of ita workers
'Wedge Wood."