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1905
PROGRESSIVE. FABMER AND COTTON PLANT.
OUR HOME CIRCLE
Seine Day.
Some ddy: So many tearful eyes
Are watching for thy dawning
light ' .
So many faces toward the skies
Are weary of the night!
So many failing prayers that reel
And stagger upward through the
storm,
And yearning hands that reach and
feel
No pressure true and warm !
So many hearts whose crimson wine
Is wasted to a purple strain,
And blurred and streaked with drops
- of brine,
Upon the lips of Pain!
Oh, come to them these weary
ones!
Or if thou still must bide awhile.
ml 1 ! X . on Za- QlQTIfrU I TTon 'miTI1 in n ' i .
xne love ox putsurj, oii""6w i . xo ou original tht I iV
to say the conscious love of na- she will grow up to be a genius'
after of I other nf fprn
tUiCj IS aiinuo i T j i -vf iVVUJt.'Il
cultivation. The two are insepara- ner nap, she called her
ble. As the writer quoted once be
fore in an article for this paper:
in or
"We're made so that we love
First when we see them painted,
things we have passed
her.
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mamma sne said, Svl'it
crying aoout betore I w
Her mother smiled
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irom
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Make stronger yet the hope that I perhaps a hundred times nor cared have your father's waich tn:,'ia
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Written for The Progressive Farmer.
WINTER EVENINGS ON THE FARM.
Mr. John Charles McNeill Writes on the Best Way of Spending Them.
runs to see
t- . r xi ; : l . I I a i- i
neioTe my coming amnc, I - I uu, ,vea i remem km- imir" tt.
And haste and find them where they and it makes no difference whether little girl's face Worted and h.
WQ; - the painting is with a brush or in burst out again. .
Let summer winds blow down that words. Half the joy of poetry ' comes "Boo-hoo! Boo, boo-bou-boo! B0(J
irom the constant aiscovery mat uuu mm:
great man saw and attended the ht
le things that you and I have seen
every day and passed by lightly. A
thousand instances might be given
of this. All poetry that is of any
account teems with it. One of the
finest passages of Milton's Lycidas
is little more than names of flowers
inoiiiAl Ion m t o frP
SCHU Uicaauicu xi&u6. 1" .1 11 i
But not one man in a thousand "..; earing i,ve aspires
takes naturally to poetry proper. Wc j; iind from that goal its prop:r,ss
,i . - x beerins. never -to npnsp Tli v.
are all poets in a sense: some uj. i , ',. , ;. , olv l"-
And all they long for, soon or late,
Bring -round to them Someday.
James Whitcomb Riley.
Love on Earth and in Heaven.
The difference between love on
earth and love in heivcn is not to be
conveyed in words; but in tranquil
and pure moods it may, even on
earth, be apprehended' bv the sWit-
oj. uie spini. iove m tieaven hn
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ward which it yearned in the world
has become the ground! on which it
stands here; but now another sky i
above it. We forecast heaven as re
pose arid peac,e, the fulfill i n g of the
heart's .desire,- the immortal presence
with lis of beauty and happiness. But
man is 'not so poorly content. We
leave behind us on earth the, obstacles
of the body, and in heaven Wp labor
Tn nil the catalogue of comforts I was made for slaves." The family 11S talk it out at the cider press,
there is nothincr else to compare reader is not abashed by the length others nlav it ''out -on the violin,
with the long, uninterrupted winter of a book such as "Les Miserables" others puff it out in smoke. It is
evenings in a snug room, with a the greatest of all novels. He reads jn us au. And the best way to culti-
good fire, and in the midst of a fam- very slowly pauses for exclamations Vate this sweet flower and make it
ily. In this environment, a vision and discussions, and when bed-time bloom is to come at it through the
of summer with her arms full of comes he marks the place for the crate of narrative noetrv, such as the
roses could not allure, ngr the next, evening. From day to day this things from Tennyson suggested
choicest offering of any other season. I suspended interest grows more m-1 above. The attraction of the story
Tti 1ip mV1it inn dpftTifir thft I tense. It is almost treason against I ;c nnAncrli . t.n lnA nn anA ihp inp.i-
-A. A A W A a. M. v ' ' - ' ' ' A tTw Vy A M. V . K A VV A. A V M.M- - V- w -w . !
sense of luxury. Hearing the rattle the family for any member of it. to dental poetry, the embalmed beauty, not for bread, raiment andhelter
of sleet on the window blinds, the steal away with the book in tne
hoarse roar or weird screaming of I meanwhiles and read independently,
thfi wind, while one watches the They comment on the progress of
flames eat into the heaped logs on the the story at their meals, speculate poetry," is, almost as hopeless as to
hearth, one might almost sigh, "My about the outcome of it, incorporate Say, "We will write some poetry,"
cup is iuji; l am at tne ena 01 ae-1 it into ineir own nve&. wucn wiuj i -I'nat encourages aitectation ana ex-
have at least reached the ena, it is clamations, which are fatal to
a part of their history; the charac- poetry. Its influence must come like
ters in it are oia inenas to oe re
membered and the episodes things to
be recounted. The professional lit
erary man. who reads novels for re
view and who comes to them bored I no rirofessor and no nreacher: onlv Century.
will steal upon us unawares and take
us captive. - To sit down and say,
"Uo to. now.' we will read some
hearts are not parted by space and
time; we deceive not, strive Vt one
against the other, .scheme, notlto
sire.
The well-to-do men in the city
has a score of so-called comforts to
the countryman's one; but while he
sits under an electric light, in a
that of violets, "stealing and giving
odor."
But enough of this. The writer is
out-
1 .1 f ll c 1
ao oiners i or tne gain 01 our own
name and fame. Yet in heaven are
labor, emulation, ambition, love's
holy fear, and humility 'deeper than
hell is deep below the heavens. Tears
we have also, and awe of that want
which only the divine fullness can
supply. From Julian Hawthorne's
"Lovers in Heaven," in the December
room heated by a stove, steam, hot ? wuu cuu uiu no proiessor and no preacher; only
I?. 1" ; 1,1 LUr nf l,; J with a.. sense of duty -upon him, who a sort of Self-constituted "exhaust-
air, or gas; while he lounges at his
club of fkills" the evening at the
theatre, the countryman is basking
in the ruddy warmth of oak and
pine. On account of the latter's iso
lation he has not been robbed of
glances at the titles of chapters, dips
into the text here and there for a
few minutes, and thinks he has been
extravagantly generous if he de
votes an hour to the longest of them.
er,- escaped trom the iarm
shouting back to it through
and
The
Progressive Farmer's big mega
phone. In ways like this he likes to
remind himself of the old-time win-
It is supremacy, not precedence,'
that we ask for the-Bible; it is con
trast, as well as resemblance, that w
must feel compelled to insist on. The
Bible is stamped with speciality of
th Wst foment in home life He has lost a11 the "Ptic belief," the ter nierhts, but it makes him shiver origin and an immeasurable distance
tne nnest elements in nome ine. xic ofo ;n0;rtT1 v.i'-V. matpa o frwnt A. A n ,r,MUnr
is bound to stay with his family, as
his wife and children are bound to
stay with him, because there is no
where else to go. There is nothing
artificial; they live in about the same
fashion as the Anglo-Saxon people
has lived in ever since it quit its
caves. In many a chimney corner in
North, Carolina to-night will be
heard the ghostly moan of the spin-
hundreds of them the women will be ldam Bede Cooper's "The Last
. .i . i i ,i i. I of the Mohicans:'7 Hawthorne s
about their Knitting, wnne tne iam- " , Tt
-4. . aaA nnfioinc I 1 he House of the
WOn i.Q a translation, or some 01 vuy ut
for the children to be amused and Maupassant's . short stories the de-
fstage illusion," which makes a great VGt to recall those winter morniners.
novel a thing of delight and price- and thank God there are now no brav-
leSS value; I inr aepa and lowincr rnt.t.lp to distnrh
y HDD i .. n -" j " -
l - . I his sunrise dreams. His didactic
Whether or not every family m the observations mnv trn for nothing
"..I ". 111 l " o
otate has. it snouia nave its reaaer. when he boasts, as Vance did, that
It should read this, "Les Miserables,' he is the finest farmer in the State
of Victor Hugo; should read any
two or three of Dickens' novels
separates it from all competitor?.
W. E. Gladstone.
a
which come first to hand; Thack
eray's "Pendennis;" George Elliot's
on the outside of the fence.
JOHN CHABLES McNEILL.
Charlotte, N. C.
Christmas Cakes.
For the Christmas cakes cream one
half of a cupful of butter, and add
gradually one cupful of sugar, con-
Inllpd and for the women to catch I sPair of al1 other short story writers; tmumg the beating; then add the
lifSiM rZFZ 1 Balzac's 'Tere Gorio;" Tolstoi's yo ks of three eggs, well beaten, one-
"Resurrection; and Tennyson s half of a cupful of milk, and one and
"Idylls of the King," "Enoch Ar- three-fourths cupfuls of flour mixed
den," and the "Princess." Of course and sifted with wo and one-half
half of this list cannot be read in teaspoonfuls of baking powder. Beat
a season, but no mistake can be made vigorously and add the whites of
in selections from it. Poe's Tales, three eggs beaten stiff, one-half of
the Sherlock Holmes stories, "The a cupful each of walnut and pecan
Prisoner of Zenda," and other nut meats finely cut, and one-half
breezy things might be well to sand- of a cupful of seeded raisins finely
up with the odd ends of the darning,
quilt-squaring, patching, rug-weav
ing,, and such other wifely employ
ments. - 7 :
.For the children it was fun
enough' in the first instance to plant
r and tend the patch 01 pop-corn to
compete with one another in getting
' to the windfall of walnuts and hick
ories, to store the limbertwig apples
in sawdust, to help grind the cane
and boil the juice into sorghum; arid
now is a sequel of joy- in popping
the corn, . cracking the nuts, invad
ing the apple-barrel, and pulling the
sorghum candy.
The stories which one hears then
have a charm which follows them
through all the years. There is no
hurry to prey on the mind. It is
. like the Greek life which we see in
. J pictures, where the listeners lie in
; carelessly graceful positions about
the reader, as. who should say, "Time
We honestly believe tn. t
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The children who are bred on this
kind of reading will develop an in
fallible literary taste which will,
when they go away to college, be
mistaken for heredity or - instinct;
they will have no idea themselves
how they acquired it, but will be
conscious how far they outrank, in
this respect, members of their own
class who have had advantages of
graded schools and . public libraries,
cut. Bake m a, buttered and floured
shallow pan. Remove from the pan
and spread the top with white frost
ing. Cut in triangular shapes,-and
ornament each with three green
leaves, and small, round red candies
to represent berries. Woman's
Home Companion for December.
Ludden& Bates S.M.H.
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Tears, Idle Tears.
Mrs. T. DeWitt Talmage, at a tea
but who have had to go it alone. I which she gave in Washington in
It makes , all the difference whether Mrs. Fairbans' honor, said of a little
literature is approached sfs an eager girl:
recreation or as a task, ,y ' She is a remarkable little girl.
Dept.
SAVANNAH, GA.
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