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Tho Progressive . Farmicr, Ju'y 1, 1G2
The Home Circle.
'TIS TUS LAST E033 0? STJII2X22.
Tis the last rose of summer,
Left blooming alone; .
-All her lovely companions . V
Are faded and gone;
No flower of her kindred,"
No rosebud is nigh,
To reflect back her blushes,
Or give sigh for sigh.
HI not leave thee, thou lone one !
To pine on the stem ;
Since the lovely are sleeping,
Go, sleep thou with them.
Thus kindly I scatter
Thy leaves o'er the bed,
Where thy mates of the garden
Lie scentless and dead.
So soon may I follow,
When f riendships decay,
And from Love's shining circle
The gems drop away !
"When true hearts lie withered,
And fond ones are flown,
Oh. who would inhabit
This bleak world alone?
Thomas Moore.
07T IN THE STILLY HIOHT.
Oft in the stilly night, .
Ere slumber's chains have bound me,
3Tond mem'ry brings the light of other
days around me,
The smiles, the tears of boyhood's
years,
The words of love then spoken,
The eyes that shone, now dimm'd
and gone,
The cheerful heart now broken !
Thus in the still night,
Ere slumber's chains have bound me,
Fond mem'ry brings the light
Of other days around me.
When I remember all
The friends, so link'd together,
I've seen around me fall
Like leaves in wintry, weather,
1 feel like one who treads alone
Some banquet hall deserted
Whose lights are fled, whose garlands
dead,
And all but he departed.
Thus in the stilly night,
Ere slumber's chains have bound me,
33ad mem'ry brings the light
Of other days around me.
Thomas Moore.
THE F0T7STH DIMENSION 07 A JOB.
Mr. Schwab set out for the Presi
dency of the Steel Trust on the
driver's seat of a grocery wagon; Mr.
Hoosevelt started for the Presidency
of the United States from Harvard
University. But even if Mr. Schwab
had been able to announce his coming
into the business world with a college
yell, and Mr. Roosevelt had been
forced by poverty into a seat on the
delivery wagon, there is small doubt
that, in the end, each would have
turned up somewhere near the place
in which he stands today the first a
millionaire; the second a public man.
For, from the first, each had a mind of
liis own a backbone that did not bend.
All roads lead to success for the
Schwabs and the Roosevelts the
.young men of character and determi
nation," whose ambition? and ideals
crystalize early; who, as boys, can see
the course and the goal. And all ve
hicles, from milk wagons to automo
biles, look alike to them if they are
igoing their way.
Bill White, who masquerades in the
magazines as William j Allen White,
has proved that a Kansas editor, even
if h knows all his subscribers by their
"first names, will be heard from one end
of the country to the other when he
ha3 something to say. And he will get
"the floor as quickly as the fellow who
'believes that his weight on the tip end
of Manhattan keeps the continent
from turning turtle.
When Elkins, the Philadelphia mil
lionaire, walked along Broad street a
poor boy, he picked out a corner lot
and said: "Here I will build my
house." And there, years later, he
built. Ho began life with a concrete
picture of a brownstone front on
Broad Street before him; and he start
ed right out to hunt for building ma
terial. Men of this make need no advice
and little sympathy. They could find
water in the Arizona desert and raise
wheat in the Bad Lands. Sometimes
they get an education in college and
sometimes they get one in a hall-bedroom
when their salary has stopped
for the day. It makes no difference
"how or where ; they get one. Like the
Te.st of us they are creatures of cir
cumstance and environment; but, if
fhey don't fancy the circumstances,
they change them, and, if their envi
ronment is unpleasant, they move
around the corner where it is more to
their liking.
But a good many young men in
Nofl.56and57, of our series of the World's
- UefctPoenm, arranged especially for The Pro
wressivk Farmer by the editor. . In this
series selections from the following authors
tiave already appeared: Burns, Bryant, Mr and
MnLlir?wnlnv kr Byron, Campbell, Eugene
EJeld, Goldsmith, Leigh Hunt, Holmes, Omar
Khayyam, Kiplin, Lamp man, Lanier. Long
eilow, Lowell, Markhim, Macaulay, Milton.
fact, most young men do not start
out with so clear an idea of what they
wish to accomplish. They may have
just as brilliant possibilities latent in
them, but as boys they do not develop
directness of purpose and sureness of
plan.
Every mail brings us letters from
fellows in school and just out of it
who are floundering around trying to
discover what they ought to do or
what they can do in the world. Some
times these letters are from young
men who have made a first hit-or-miss
venture into business and have missed.
They tell us something of their educa
tion, something of their personality,
and ask us to diagnose their cases and
to write success prescriptions for
them.
Medicine cannot be. practiced by
mail, and failure cannot be cured
with a few pink pellets of advice for
poor people easy to give and pleasant
to take. But there are certain sim
ple and fundamental rules of health
which may be safely laid down for all
men; and there are certain vital rules
of conduct which should be followed
by all beginners in business.
Every job has three fixed dimensions
Character, Carefulness and Common-sense.
Without them a boy will
almost surely fail; with them it is not
certain that he will succeed. The
fourth dimension of a job is X the
unknown quantity in success. It is
what the Schawbs and Roosevelts
have, and what the uncertain and the
undecided have not. Some men are
born with it; and yet others do not
have it and cannot get it.
It defies definition; yet some of its
properties we know; and the most im
portant of them is Initiative. The
man yith initiative is the one who
combines thinking and doing. He
begins as the boy who is ready. He
becomes the clerk who learns; the
salesman who holds old and discovers
new trade; the manager who saves
and imprves; the junior partner who
sees to-morrow's dangers and plans
for next month's, possibilities. And
he ends as the Boss.
This brings U3 back to first princi
ples. There can be no great success
yithout consecration and there can be
no consecration without a . call
whether it be to preach or to sell.
Until a man feels this call he cannot
step into the , world of affairs with
any certainty of finding himself and
his place. He must first know his
own mind, whether he wants to be a
broker or a preacher; and no one can
make it up for him.
A young man should not permit
another to meddle with his future.
Even his father, the one who should
best understand his character and ca
pabilities, may guide him into the
wrong way a stranger almost surely
will. But he may be helped to know
himself, to find his work in the world,
and this is the first duty of a father
and the chief end of a college educa
tion. Saturday Evening Post.
t:e sweet oiel graduate.
Now comes the young person,
known as "the sweet girl graduate,"
and makes her bow to the world. The
most serious-minded of the world's
workers is not so impressed witl the
seriousness of life as is she; but even
this does not make her less attractive.
She is altogether delightful, good
looking and healthy, with a wide in
terest in people and things. She is
the sort of girl that it is good to fall
in love with. But there is one draw
back our observation is that she
does not readily' fall in love herself,
and she is not so willing as she might
be to get married and take her share
of home responsibilities. She has
found so many ways to have a good
time. She is capable of earning her
own money, and she likes to be inde
pendent, so she hesitates about ac
cepting responsibilities, about commit
ting herself tci a certain narrow
sphere. She has had glimpses of all
the kingdoms in the world, and she
wants them for her own. So the world
loses a good many good mothers, and
many young men do not get th
wives they ought to have.
There are two sides to every ques
tion, but it certainly seems as if the
college girl looked somewhat askance
at matrimony. And then comes the
question, if this is true, Is the educa
tion which makes young women feel
that way toward life a good thing?
The answer is that in so far that it
does draw a girl away from the proper
appreciation of her duties and privi
leges as a mere woman, in so far does
it fail of being what it ought to be.
July Woman's Home Companion.
IIAEIUO A rOSTUHE.
It is often said of certain men that
they have been the architects of their
own fortunes. So must every one be.
But may not one fall heir to a million ?
He may, indeed, but that million is not
a fortune to him unless he makes it
so. Quite likely it may prove to be
his worst misfortune. Nature may
endow another with fine eyesight, but
if he uses his eves mainly in the
search for things degrading, if,
through them, he takes delight in
abominations, his eyes are his misfor
tune. And so on of all possessions.
It is what we do with them that makes
them a fortune or a misfortune to us.
Exchange.
ELI'S IRISH-DIALECT STORY.
Eli Perkins told the following Irish
story that occurred wnen he was on
General Chetlain's staff in Memphis:
"After scouting down in Mississippi
one day I sent Corporal Mike Donan
into the hospital tent to see how badly
Patrick Kelly wa3 wounded.
" 'Howly Moses, Pat said Mike, 'yez
pale as a ghost?" In th' name iv th'
virgin, do yez be afther dym'?'
"'Mike Donan said at, opening
his eyes, 'an' is thot yerslf V
"Tis?'
. "'Well, yez knows thot blatherin
spalpeen iv an Qirish drummer from
Kalamizoo V
" 'Thot I do
" 'He bet me a dollar to a pint just
before th battle thot I couldn't swal
low an egg widout breaknin' th' shell
th' shell iv it
" 'Naw
" 'Yis
'"Did ye do it?'
" 'I did
'"Then fwat's ailin' ye?'
"'It's doon there laying his hand
on his stomach. . 'If I joomp about I'll
br'ak it an' cut me stummick wid th
shell. If I kape quiet th thingll hatch
oot an' TH have a Shanghai rooster
a-clawin' me insides "
FOB KNOWING HOW TO WORK.
An ambitious boy realizes that, to
rise in the world, he must know the
business he has chosen, through and
through, from top to bottom. He keeps
his eyesvopen; nothing escapes his at
tention; he is always alert, all the
time absorbing, and reaching out for
knowledge, experience, methods, and
system. ,
He does not think so much of the
little salary he gets as of the oppor
tunity to learn his trade or profes
sion. To be where he can observe all
that is done, in close touch with the
men at the head of affairs, where he
can learn all the details, and where he
can study and compare methods, and
acquire the secret of his employer's
success these things, he realizes, are
worth many times more to him than
his salary. He is satisfied with get
ting enough to live on, besides the
chance to learn, to get drill and discip
line. When he gets through at night,
a shrewd, ambitious boy realizes that
what he has carried away with his
eyes, during the day, what he has got
by keeping his mind alert, arid by his
deductions as to the best methods of
handling the business, are worth many
times more to him than the few dimes
paid to him for his day's work. He
knows that, if it is in him, he will be
able in a single day, in the future, to
make more, perhaps, than his whole
year's present salary.
It is knowing how to do things that
is of value.
It is said that a skilled mechanic
once sent in the following items in a
bill for a small job
' For doing the work $.25
For knowing how 24.75
Total : 25.00
It was the knowing how that added
value to his services, not the mere do
ing. It was the years of discipline of
dry details and drudgery, thje years of
learning the trade, with little compen
sation, that gave the value.
Hundreds of boys in this country,
today, are bemoaning their small sal
aries and lack of opportunities, when
they are right in the whirlpool of bus
iness or trade, the finest school possi
ble for them. If they would keep their
eyes open, and their minds alert, and
learn to see things and absorb knowl
edge, they would no longer complain
of "no chance," or say that luck is
against them. They would realize
that they have been set on the road to
fortune, and that, by sturdy trudging,
they can arrive in triumph at the goal.
O. S. Marden, in July "Success."
Our Social Chat.
jcdixed by xxrsrt jrxzrcrx, baixioh, s. c
AJi'oONTKLUUTOES to tills department of
The Progressive Farmer, we nave some of the
most wide-awake and progressive young ladles
and young men and some of the most entertain
ing writers among the older people of this and
other States, the ages of the members , ranging
from sixteen to more thon sixty.
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us a letter on some subject of general In terest,
and writing thereafter as often as possible.
WHEN WRITING, give full name and post
office address for Aunt Jennie's information.
If you do not wish your real name to appear
In print, give name by which you wish to be
known as a Chatterer.
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elapse between the time a letter Is written and
the date of Its publication.
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The Progressive Farmer. Raleigh. N. C
ATJHT JEHHIE'S LETTER.
Rebecca, Mrs. S. F. T. and Margaret
intertain us this week with interest
insr letters concerning old times. We
hope for a continuation of these en
joyable narratives of past events by
our older readers ; let us at the same
time hear from some of the younge?
members regarding present occur
rences. What are you doing? Many
of you are visiting; some are travel
ling. Can't you find time to tell us of
the pleasure you are having ? Remem
ber there are those who must stay at
home and the nice letters you could
write would afford these much pleas
ure. If one cannot visit a place, the
next best thing is to have one who has
been there, tell of 1 it. All of us en
joyed Mrs. Mull's letters telling us of
her trip to California. Now, you may
not go so far away as she did, but you
will see things as interesting, so just
tell us of them; we will listen with
pleasure. I get letters with sad stories
of lives that have known little sun
shine but many shadows. Some are
afflicted with rheumatism, and others
have never walked; still they are in
terested in our Circle, and the letters
in it are enjoyed by them. It makes
us happy when we feel that we are
doing good, and by letters to the Cir
cle it is possible to cheer these shut-
ins. Let us hear from you. i
AUNT JENNIE.
AN IH CIDX1TT OF SLA VIST DATS.
The Ninth of Oar 8eries of Articlei on " Old
Times in the South." '
Dear Aunt Jennie: If rot too late
for the ante-bellum series, I wish to
narrate a bit of history gleaned from
my mother's childhood recollections,
and as it illustrates, the peculiar char
acteristics of the negro race, that
pitiable people so allied to the old
South, it may be of interest to some
of our readers, and not amiss as a
reminiscence of the by-gone days. (
Many of the negroes were faithful,
and self-sacrificing, devoted nurses,
while others were evil, and only kept
under by fear a conglomeration of
good and bad, love and hatred. My
mother, when quite a little girl loseing
her maternal parent, naturally fell to
the care of her nurse, who was an el
derly colored woman, and loverd her
very tenderly. "Mammy," as she called
her, used to frequently take her little
charge down to the cabin, where she
was petted, and shared many a "stolen
sweet" in this literal sense of the word
for Sambo knew how to steal, as well
as love and hate. But when the
twilight shadows deepened" "father"
came and claimed his little girl.
Nestling the curly head closely to
his manly bosom, sleeping thus one
night, the mponlight streaming
through the uncovered glass window,
she was awakened by an outlaw whom
she knew well, standing there cursing
her father, brandishing his gun, until
she was frenzied with fear, screaming
to the top of her voice.
, "Raise your old head. Just move
from that dear child and I. will kill
you," said the outlaw.
Then, as if fearing some bad conse
quence his voice softened, as he said:
"Hush, Honey, don't you cry. I would
not harm a hair on your head for the
world, but if I can git you away I
will blow his brains out."
Then he walked away, saying - he
would break down the door, which he
did. But as he left the window, that
gave the father the wanted opportuni
ty. The loaded shot gun was near by,
and as the door broke in a heavy load
of buck-shot stretched the negro's life
less form across the threshold. He
had been outlawed by his neighboring
master because of his unruly disposi
tion, therefore forbidden the premises
where his wife quartered, thus arous
ing all the bitterness of hi3 vindictive
nature.
Bid any one care? Perhaps the
wife did. Was it a matter for the
Court? No, nor for the newspapers,
for there were none issued in our
county, and the whole community re
joiced in the thought that the neigh-?
borhood had been rid of a great nui
sance. MARGARET.
I1T LOTTISIAHA IH WAS TIII13.
Ths Tenth of Our Stries of Artiolss on " Old
Times ia tha South. "
Dear Aunt Jennie: Perhaps no na
tion ever existed whose prospects for
a brilliant future exceeded our dear
Southland. Many of her sons and
daughters surrounded by all the ad
vantages and luxuries of affluence,
their hopes and desires were in their
zenith when the cruel war began; the
remembrance of it haunts us like an
evil dream. It cost the lives of so
ma-n-c- r-f mir TwatI nnPS. and left SO
many almost penniless. Yet I believe handshake, and love to talk of
the freedom of the slaves was best for aent3 tnat nappenea lore de war.'
the South, and would not, if we could,
have them back in slavery again.' It
has surely relieved their owners of a
rrvA responsibility, for I think we ve fought their last battle, new
were responsible for the care of their unponani, issut nave arisen;
souls as well as of their bodies.
Allow me to recall an incident in my
life. It was in the sixties, and dur
ing the war. Our home then was in
Southern Louisiana. I, the young
wife of a Southern planter, far away
from my childhobd's home, felt the
horror of the war more keenly. My
husband, an officer in the Confederate
service, was home on an extended fur
lough. "Grim-visaged" war was reign
ing in our fair and beautiful clime,
devastating and demolishing the El
dorado of the South. 1 We could hear
the bombardment of one of the forts,
and knew that the Federal
would soon be in our midst.
village. Having learned the situation our people going to fight them. I
of affairs, he came dashing home thought them to be something like ai
iuuuuicu utnmui cv ... i auigator, iiiiimg aim eaung tne peO'
during the wir), and w:th an air .f oe- until they came.
cision bade us make hurried prepara- w all had to sni n and wpaw toW
be ready as soon as possible, wagons, our spinning wheels our spin-ano. We
clothing, a few cooking utensils, etc. I ounces of cotton a day and gone fish
strong and able-bodied negroes walked.
When our train was completed, it
reached several hundred yards.
By early morn we moved off as ref u-
gees, going we knew not (where, only net fronts out of split reeds and som;
rt-P voanli n-f lio I j.1 x i? J. x T 4A,.l,
ti.j'iu. w u xvuvu wx i metu uuii ui ua l straws, j. tuuugii.i
Yankees. the oat straws made the prettiest bon
Our departure was so hurried, I, be- net. One young lady friend was mar
ing young and inexperienced, left cur- ried' during the war; her dress wasj
tains hanging at the windows, carpets homespun, and I guess she felt as.
on the floors, pictures on the walls, errand in it as she would in silk. 1
and various other articles of value.
Our larders were filled with all the the waT was over and the coming of.
costly viands of ante-bellum days, the Yankees. They camped about six!
Among them was a hogshead of sugar, miles from us and we lived near a mill
just from the sugar house (of which which attracted their attention. One
we gave, the negroes privilege to help might look out and see from fifty to a.
could conveniently carry), cases of I would see them coming I would be
wine, canned goods, etc., all left to be gin to cry and shake with a nervou
destroyed or appropriated to the use chill.
of the enemy. . Just imagine how you would feel t
iusion one oi our oia iamuy servants rections witn sworas ana oowie R.m..j
"Mammy Easter," typical Southern and pistols all belted round their bod-
I i i j l 3i ' ii it ii . A Vioir!
negress witn ner Danuanna nanuKer- les, coming witn ail tne speeu
1 i 1 ' 1 l 1 1 I l" 11 111 i'Uvffl'
cniei arranged in turDan styie on, ner mules ana norses coma Dring ui.
head, spotless white kerchief around They wouldn't think of opening a gate
her neck, came to my room, and found nor would they slacken their speed, butj
me in tears and so bewildered as how stick their spurs and make their horse:
to proceed to pack up, what to take leap over the fence and ride right up
and what to leave. With her good to the 'door. Then they would throw
judgment and the interest she had al- down their lines, jump off their horses
ways felt in me, she was truly a friend and risrht in the house they would go
in need. She said "Laws, honey, you plundering and searching every trunk j
aint used to nothing like dis, you jes and bureau and closet and taking andj
go sit down,and Mammy and Viney destroying everything as they went
will tend to packing dese things." One asked father if he had a gun.
beautiful banks of Bayou Rapids, it ed to get 'it. He told them it wa9 1
was one continuous panorama of love- the house; they could get it if tne-T
-a m - - - I r.i.hfl
ly hemes. Ueautiiul sloping lawns, wanted it. lie began to curse idwj
with artistic sratewavs ODenins: ud into and drew out his sword. Father tola
kept shrubbery ; spacious mansions scare him. You can imagine our fear
with long verandas covered with Mar- and it didn't take mother long to gC'j
chal Neil roses. Many of the tropical the gun for them and the soldier broK
fruits could be seen loaded with golden it in two or three pieces over the ban
oranges, bananas or lemons. I have ister.
traveled on the Hudson, admired its
grandeur and beauty, with its Pali
sades on one side and elegant villas on
the other; yet the scenery "on the
grand old Mississippi and "the mean- did us more harm than any other; th j
dering bayous of Southern .Louisiana went with their carts, carried off i
before the war would compare favor- our corn and wheat from our barnj
ably with it. went to our smoke-house and took tn
We were six long weeks reaching I last piece of meat except a piece th
ties ceased, our slaves continuing with they could find, hunted the nests o-j
us and faithful until the end of the eggs. At last they found three a
I - 1 1 UnVf
war, when they were told by their that were setting and wouia j
former master that he no longer own- hatched the next week. They took t J
Td them they were free I eggs from under them thougn mui j
The condition of those owned by begged them to let them aione w
humane masters was better than now,
and I believe they were happier. They
"took no thought of the morrow." As
a vT y rt n n m - - - 1
When sick thev wero thh.j
ooi!
necessary a physician employed, h
some communities several ti ,
would join together and emnU t
: t . . "l andu1
Xiiii-L-io tci ui mo vjruspcl zo preach
a month on their plantations.
1 -1 X 1 - .
Th,
tacnmem uetween master i
was remarkable, and their family
the same. There are several of tb '
family negroes living now at my f )
er's old homestead, and when T .'
thft nld hrmifi th
mtj -on,'
house" to see me, give
me a ho.wJ
are at rest in their scabbards,
many of our brave Southern y,fl..J
"Ciup;
icauu scasuu uauie, tney were f w i
good twarm clothiner. wtmW...
XT V ... . . 1 .
gran
problems of serious import, are befi
ore
tne rising generation to solve, fa
soon, ah, soon ! the reminiscences
the old South will be among the thiuJ
t . .
os tne past !
REBECCA.
Onslow Co., N. C.
THE inVASIOn OF THE YANKEES,
Inter e ting Beminisencei of Plunderir
Blue-Coats no. 11 of Our Series.
Dear Aunt Jennie : I will attpmv
!
to write you on the old times in the
South. I was a little child when tij
troops war began, and will first tell you whJ
.uly nus- I imagined the Yankees were. I wnnlri
VQTirl Viad TAnmod fmm OUT narOSt hiaa -nAvrilo folL- rf Vn.K- if
- i uai law va uic J. aiilVCCli, allC
J -f:V,f ,.1 I. Tea vl.il.n I -n? j. i:ni j 'j ,i
Morgan" (whtn remained nh him pie; had no idea that they were men'
Giving orders to the foreman of the bunch, therefore we had to spin both1
" --- i w wvsx. uyuu vvbiivu luoi vuj a
"1 .1 X? A I, 11 lUn -rnt-fna 1 I t nit f O IT 11
ymmuiiuu. w uuvc aix wo ucgiuco w i warp ana iming. oister ana 1 cauec.
carts, and every available vehicle were put it in the place of a piano, and if
pressed into service. The large four- tell you, girls, we could make them
mule wagons transported provisions, sing. I have often spun from sixteen
the little negroes and old ones that to eighteen ounces of wool a day, but!
j. x 11 1 J.Z 1 I ,t t i ,i t v r
were not aoie to warn auu urtiuies ui i motner am tne caramg; nave spun c,
All of the cattle were driven, the j ing. I appreciated a new homespun
W- v xvj I
dress then more than the girls do theiif
cashemeres these days, and a gnf
mixed dress looked really nice. ( . f
We would weave pieces for our bo;
.1
J xT a ' 1 -f 1 I mi .-i r L n UJ
The great horror of it all was when
3
I remember that in the midst of con- see a body of men coming from all di
. . i I , ..1 1 '3 1 .I 1,vi!r-OC
As our train moved slowly along the Father told him he did and was oraer-
The house and yard were aimos-
black or blue with them that w
there were about one hundred and fit
ty there at one time. That day thejj
ii hfld bppn cut. caught all the chichi
would soon hatch. )
One Yankee came to the house ioy
3 j x t,i'm some lui'i
cotton, oruereu ua gti -