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THE SONG OF THANKSGIVING.
We're thankful for a host of things
Too numerous to mention;
'" For sweethearts true and hearts to woo,
And all things worth attention.
For all end everything that Rives
Our lives so much of pleasure
We Offer thanks. Long may we taste
Thine overaowiuc: measure.
The morning came. It came as other
Thanksgiving mornings had come ? with
fresh, frolicking winds and sunlight, and
blue skies; with merry voices, with cloudless
faces and hnppy hearts.
I remember just how yellow and murky
the sunshine lay on tho floors that morning,
and how I thought the wind wailed about
the corners of the houso?to me it had no
frolic. The children caine in from play while
I was at work, all flushed and eager, and
happy, jostling and pushing each other good
naturedly in the entry.
Dinner time came at last and they gathered
round the table tfloefuily?just as gleefully, I
thought, with a half bitterness, as if they
had all been there.
"Why, what's this for?" asked Harry,
stopping. "Mother, you've got ono chair too
"Hush, Harry?I know?don't you see?"
and then Lac}' finished her sentence in a
Why had I done it; I hardly knew. To
lay the plates and set the chairs, and pass
that oil'- plate by?that placo that always
was by mini.'?it seemed hard. It was a very
little thing; but you know how dear these
little things become to women sometimes.
So 1 had put it there?tho empty chair;
and with its pitiful, appealing blankness be
side me, I sat down to the festival meal. I
remember just how everything looked, as in
a picture?my husband's face, with its peace
ful smile, and the children grouped around in
the old places; and a fleck of yellow sunlight
that hail fallen in through* the warm south
window upon the table cloth. I remember
everything. I know that John had just
bowed his head to ask a blessing on our food,
and the children's eyes were closed, when I
saw?I saw as distinctly ns I see this paper
upon which 1 write the words?a shadow fall
across tho empty chair.
I turned my head, and I saw him, my dead
boy Willie. 1 know it was Willie. You need
uot doabt mo, for I tell you I cannot be mis
taken. Should not I know him, I, his
mother! I looked deep, deep into his eyes. I
saw the old, rare smile; I touched his own
bright curls upon his forehead; I spoke to
him; lie si>oke to me,
The voice was breathless, but it was his.
Again the old, rare smile. With one hand
he motioned silence. His father's voice hushed ?
tho amen, and the children looked up and
began their chattor.
"Did you speak to me, Mary?" asked my
"Why, 1 thought some ono spoke during
So they did not see him. I alone was
chosen. I looked into his face, smiling, smil
ing down into mine so tenderly?you cannot
know how tenderly; but iu his eyes I saw?
and I thought my heart would break to see
it?a certain, sad, reproachful look, that I
bad caught cn his face once, years ago, when
I accused him of injustice of some trifling,
Childish fault?a look that had haunted mo
in many a still hour since. And then I heard
hiu say distinctly, though to not another
ear was th<- breathless voice audible:
"I want them to lie happy. I want you to
enjoy tin.- day. Did you think 1 should not
be with you, mother.'''
He was with me, thank t>od, and I was
happy. I talked, 1 laughed, 1 chatted with
the children; their merriment increased with
mine; my husband's pale face lighted up; I
felt my own eyes Kpnrklhig. And all tho
while, where they saw only that empty chair,
1 saw the beautiful, still face and happy
smile. I saw him pleased with the old fa
miliar customs. I saw him mindful of tho
children's jests. I saw his eyes full of their
own home love, turn from one to another
and back again to me?I saw and I was con
tent. All that <iay ho was beside me. Ho
followed us into the sitting room and took his
old seat by the cozy lire. He listened to his
father's stories and watched the children at
their games, and joined us when we gathered
around the piano for our twilight song. I
heard his voice; the children asked what
made me sing so clearly.
THE CHILDREN COMING IN PROM I'LAY.
Just as the shades began to fall heavily he
drew me toward him by the frost bound
window. He stooped and kissed me. He
took me in his arms und said, as be bad said
"Did you think I should not be with you,
And then I missed him. I called to him,
but he did not answer. I stretched out my
arms to him, bat he did not come back to
me. The room grew dark; my head swam;
I tottered over to my husband.
"Oh, John! I have lost him!"
"Mary?why, Mary! what Is the matter.'''
and he caught me in his arms.
I looked up. I was not in the parlor by the
frost bound window; the children were not
beside me. The sitting room lire had died
down into the ashes: the door into tho hall
was open, and my husband had on bis over
coat. He was holding me tightly in his
"I thought?oh, John! John!" And thou I
told him all my dream. When I bad finished
he was still a long time, then?
"Mary, perhaps the boy has been to yon."
! At this moment the clock on the mantel
struck 12. We listened to its strokes till the
last one died away.
uIt is Thanksgiving morning," said my hus
When the morning really came, with its
fresh, frolicking winds and sunlight, and
blue skies; with its merry faces and gay
voices, and* the happy children rapping at my
door, I thought of what he said, "Perhaps
the boy has been to you." Sometimes I think
he must have been, so real and sweet is, even
now, tha memory of his coming. All that
day he stood besido me. All that day I
saw his peaceful face, and felt the bless
ing of his smile, and heard his low, sweet
voice. What for months I had looked upon
and feared with the bitterness of a great
dread, the face, and smile, and voice made
The children's merry greetings did not hurt j
me; my fingers did not tremble when they
twined the fresh green leaves about the walls, j
The older children went with us to church
that morning. The little church was very
still and pleasant, and somehow the service
stole away down into my heart. It was no
eloquent prencher that wo heard; only a
plain man, with God's plainest gifts of mind
and culture? But the day was real to him,
and I listened. A bit of Mrs. Browning's
music kept singing itself in inj' soul:
I praise thee while my days go on.
I love thee while my days go on;
Through durk und dearth, through fire and freist,
With emptied arms and treasure lost,
1 thank thee while my days go on.
1 think that I did thank him?I who, only
last year, had sat there with my boy be
I think that when the dear familiar words
flooded tbo church with harmony again, as
on that other morning, and John and I
clasped hands silently?I think we uttered
the old, old try: "Blessed be the name of tho
We stopped after church together whero
: the boy was lying, to let May luv down her
! little green wreath, and I was glad that she
i could do it calmly. Somehow I felt as if
! teai-s would be profanation just then. Then
j we went quietly home.
I It was a happy home that day?as happy as
. it could be when we did not sec him. Yet I
knew he was there.
I "Did you think I should not be with you,
I beard it over and over; I hear it over and
j over now; I shall hear it when the next
I Thanksgiving sun brightens his grave. Ho
wished Us to be happy; I know he was with
j us. I think he always will be,
Elizabeth Stcart Piielps.
an outside thanksoivino SCENE.
j FOR WHAT SHALL WE BE THANKFUL?
Some Old, Oft Repeated Questions, and
Their Unfosliioonblo Answers.
"For what shall wo bo thankful?" say the
sorrowing. "Grief abideth with us. and in
our hearts is the bitterness of continued
"For what shall we Go thankful.'" say the
poor. "The earth overflows with plenty, but
we are destitute. Cold nnd Inniger is our
portion, and want is our companion all tho
days of the year."
"Fof* what shall we bo thankful?" say the
hopeless. "The days go on, hut they bring us
no joy. The sun and the moon traverse the
heavens without warming our chilled hearts
or lighting our dark pathway."
"For what shall we be thankful." say the
disappointed, "Wherever we' turn, there,
waiting to dishearten us, lurks disappoint
ment. When we rise he it is that causes us
again to fall."
"For what shall we be thankful;" say the
I tempted, the mistaken, the fallen. "Our
! temptations have overcome its; our mistakes
! have destroyed us; our sins have crushed us.
! For us there is nothing left but wretchedness."
' "For what shall wo be thankful:" say tho
tamed. When wo strive we fail; when wo
pray no answer comes: when we hope our
hopes are no vor realized; when we love our
loves are lost to us."
'?For what shall we be thankful:" say the
I bereaved. "Death has robbed us and left us
moaning. Our sore hearts cannot take up
tbo cry of rojoicing, for wc weep uncom
"For what .-hall we lie thankful:" sav the
sick. "We sutler and know no ease. We are
full of anguish night and day."
"For what .shall we thankful:'' say the per
secuted. "Our enemies outnumber us; our
hardens are greater than we can hear."
"For what shall wc thankful?" say the
weary, the wounded, the forsaken, the Wavy
of heart. "For as there is no rest, no happi
ness, no help. Weariness is our portion and
burdens our inheritance. Wo have no cause
for rejoicing from the beginning of the year
to the end."
For these, for all these, it is written: "Rest
In the Lord. Oh, rest in the Lord. Wait pa
tiently for Him and He sh.tll give tliee thy
To these, to all these, the promise has been
given. To these, the words from a plain old
sermon come with power to Ina I: "There is
still heaven to be thankful for. Whatever
sorrows liereavc us here, whatever fatal mis
take.-; darken our lives, whatever irredeemable
losses befall us, we may vet rest in ihe Lord,
nnd wait patiently* for"h'iiu in tic- little life
that remains; for I eyoud this world's gain or
loss, high in the serene air of h- aven, when ex
istence ceases to bu n lesson and becomes vivid
life, there and only there shall He give us our
heart's desire in its immortal fullness. Here
knowledge is defiled, lovu is imperfect, purity
the result of flcry trial,^wealth rusted into
covetonsness; but in heaven is the very native
country of pure knowledge, perfect love, ut
ter sinlessness, and riches that neither motb
nor rust corrupt, that bless and curse not."
It is only the men of small holdings, who
do most of their work with their own hands,
that are landing up under the stringency
of the tit ics. They have small farms, hut
they "unpiove what they do have, and the
acreage jield is often two or three times
that of larger estates. This makes all the
difference in the world, and makes the
small farms really worth more than the
large one--From the Kcrshaw Gazette.
Caesar Alexander Shakewell, a colored
:itizen of Bridgeville, owned no turkeys, and
his ricber white neighbors had put theirs In
special security as Thanksgiving Day drew
near. Mrs. Shakewell- kept nagging Ca??ar
ibout a turkey until he determined to havo
ono before another sun set, at any cost. Ho
sat down before the fire in the twilight to
study out some plan of action on the import
It came to him quite readily, it appears, for
all at once he found himself carrying it out.
He had noticed a loose board on Col. Fuir
grove's.back fenco the day before. The Fair
groves wcro easj'-goiug puople, not much
given to hammer and nails, und they would
be sure to have a turkey in a coop in tho
backyard getting ready for the annual feast
Sure enough, the board fell off at the bid
ding of his brawny arm, and there in a pen
in the corner was the bird of Ids hopes. Tho
slats of his coop dropped before the same po
tent force, as though they had been mere
rnvclings. It was no trouble at all to to tie
his legs, cover his body with an old bag and
slip quietly a..ay with him. Once at home
Caesar Alexander put him in a barrel and
laid heavy sticks of wood on the open top.
Then ho called to his wife to coma and see
him and to quit "jorrin'" him about their
She appeared, looked at the bird with eyes
like saucei-s, and then grew very grave.
"Wkar did ye git him?" she asked, with
something like awe in her voice.
"Worked for 'im, o' course," raid her gen
tle spouse, with a sneer. "Knowed all the
time dat I was to git 'im; but you had to hev
yer fill o' jorrin' and complahiin' at me for a
wuthless nigger. Knowed it v.ns no use to
tell ye. Ye wouldn't b'lie>e me tiii Income."
Mrs. Shakewell looked at her husband, a
fresh well of admiration springing up in her
heart. He was a superior creature, to bo
sure; she would never doubt it again.
he held it up with pride and joy.
Before going to bed Caesar Alexander went
into his small yard, lifted a stick or two of
wood from the turkey's barrel and took a
long and fond look at his prize. Suddenly a
hand was laid on his shoulder, and lie turned
with quaking knees, expecting to face the
village constable; but dark as it was he could
see that the hand belonged to a gentleman of
his own color, though 0:10 with whom he was
entirely unacquainted?"a kind of old fash
ioned lookin' nigger," he said when telling the
story afterword. Reassured to find that it
wasn't tho law he had to confront, he,put
considerable bravado into his voicoashesaid:
"Who are ye, anyhow; and what d'ye want
in a genmuut's yard at night* It's forenenst
tho law to creep oronn1 honest folks' houses
on the sly that way."
"Ciesar! Ca-sar!'' said the other, without
appearing in the least intimidated; "I am one
of yer aincestors, from 'way back, and I can's
come to yer in daytime because I've been dead
a long time."
Here C'a"sar's teeth chattered and his legs
gave way under him.
"Brace up!" said the ancestor, slapping him
I on the shoulder. "Brace up! I'm here for
yer good, not for vor harm. I want ye to
; kerry that turkey back. Ye've dono sonie
1 thing to disgrace the name of Shakewell, und
1 I won't stand it. The constable will be down
I onto ye to-morrow mornin1 'fore H o'clock if ye
don't, an' there'll be a neighborhood scandal
about this bird that'll make the wholo race o'
s Shakewclls shake in their graves. Casar!
for the sake of your proud and honorable ain
cestors take that bird back, and to-morrow
I take yer gun and go to the woods und gft 0110
j o' the turkeys uv yer fathers?an' its a bird
' that no nigger ought to turn up his no.su at,
Here tho "aincestor" sniffed delightedly at
I something invisible, something in his incm
! ory apparently, and then went on:
"It's a bird dat no man owns; it's do true
; Yahginiah turkey. Tisn't a feathered bird;
i 'tisn't a fowl at all. It wears fur, an' has
; fifty teeth, a bristly tongue, a long prchcitsi
i bio tail?you see, Cassar, yer aincestor
; hud larnin'?and plantigrade feet, Ciesar, it
j has plantigrade feet.-'
"Ugh!" said Ca-sur, too dazed to utter an
I intelligible word.
The "aincestor'' continued: "Its feet has
as many toes on each foot as a man, and
1 long, sharp claws on every toe 'copt its inside
one. It uses dat us a thumb. It is a marsupial
turkey, Ciesar." Here the ancestor smiled at
the towering proportions of his own learning,
but presently talked on.
"Alive it has an o lor ye can't mistake, an'
roasted he smells better nor a (lower garden.
He's a bird worth givin' thanks over. Now,
take dat ole, droopin", white folks' turkey
back to hisyowner, and go out ter-morrah and
git de 'possum, do 'riginal turkey ob old Yah
giniah, de turkey of yer fathers"?and, lo! the
l'cr-ph ing at every pore Ca sar Alexander
shouldered the turkey and started toward
Col. FnirgroveV. Just as la- was about to
enter the yard, through the break in the
fence previously made by himself, he felt
another hand laid on his shoulder with con
siderable emphasis. Fearing that another
and still more terrible ancestor was about to
have speech with him, he sank to the earth,
without daring to look around. Then the
Land grubbed him more (irmly and gave him
a vigorous shake. He looked up nppeulingly
and confronted the constable. With a groan
he fainted dead away.
??What ye grouuhr und carrying 011 like an
animal fur:'1 was the next thing ho heard.
The question was propounded in his wife's
most ungentle voice.
Ho opened his eyes slowly and in abject
fear, and fOlli id himself sitting by his own
fire.-ide. the children in bed and Mrs. Shake
well standing by him with her hand on his
shoulder, lie never was so happy in his life.
Col. Fairgrove's turkey was sate where it be
longed; he had never stolen it, and ho hadn't
met any dead und gone ancestor at all, only
in dreams. Furthermore, be inwardly re
solved thai he never would, if ancestors'visits
only followed thefts.
The next dav when he set oil' with lus gun
he told Mrs. Shakewell that he would bring
homcn "Vidiginiah" turkey. And he did.
lie held it Up with pride nuu joy on his re
turn, and was rewarded by a smile from that
The 'possum was eaten with gravy und
grace, and Mr. Siiakewell's standing in tho
coiutuunity remained unimpaired. .As ho
bent Over his own fragranl thanksgiving
board he had more than usual cause for grati
tude. "Vnbginiah turkeys was good enough
fer my fathers, and good 'noiigh fer nie." uo
often says: but though ho sometimes tells of
the encounter with his ancestor, he uevijr
tells of the cause of that worthy individual's
visit to him. M'vl Elto:?.
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