The progressive farmer and the cotton plant. [volume], February 14, 1905, Page 6, Image 6

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THE HOME CIRCLE
The Bivouac of the Dead.
The muffled drum's sad roll has beat
: Thn soldier's last tattoo:
No more on life's parade shall. meet
That brave and fallen lew.
On fame's eternal camping ground
TTipir Ri'lpnt tents are spread.
And glory guards, with solemn round,
The bivouac of the dead.
"XT - . 4 It 'o o1tronia
Now swells uDon the wind:
No troubled thoughts at midnight
' : haunts
' - Of loved ones left behind;
-No vision of the morrow's strife ,
TKa wrorrinr'a flreftm fllflntlSt
No braying horn nor screaming fife
At dawn shall call to arms.
Their shivered swords are red with
rust,
. Their nlumed heads are bowed;
Their haughty banner, trailed in
dust, ...
Is now their martial shroud, -
: And plenteous funeral tears have
washed
The red stains from each brow.
And the proud forms, battle gashed,
'.Arc free from anguish now.
The neighing troop, the flashing
The bugle's stirring blast;
The charge, the dreadful cannonade.
TT-i r Ar o -n rl oV nil t O TO TOCf1?
Nor war's wild note nor glory's peal
"Refill toWTi Gvrnn n fli it nt.
.Those hearts that nevermore may feel
- The rapture of the fight.
Like the fierce northern hurricane
That sweeps his great plateau,
UIU UiC III Uili JJiA Jtl IU gaiu,
Came down the serried foe. -
TTTI "1 1.1 1 1 F xl
rno neara tne xnunaer oi me iray
Break o'er the field beneath,
; Knew well the watchword of that day
lias. . viciuxjr ur ucaui. -
Long had the doubtful conflict raged
For never, fiercer fight had waged .
The vengeful blood of Spain;
Ar( ntJll th atnrm nf bflt.tlft HfifW.
- Still swelled the gory tider
Not long our stout old chieftain knew
' Such odds his strenth could bide.
'Twas in that hour his. stern com
mand. -Called
to. a. martyr's grave
The flower of his beloved land, .
Bv rivers of their fathers' core
His first-born laurels grew,
pour
Their lives for glory, too. .
Full many a norther's breath has
swept
O'er Angostura's plain 0
. ii ii
ana long ine puymg 8Ky nas swept
The raven's scream or eagle's fight,
; Or shepherd's pensive lay
Alone awakes each sullen height .
That frowned o'er that dread fray.
pons ox uie uarK anu Dioouy grouua,
- Ye must not slumber there,
Where stranger steps and tongues
... resounq .
"Along the heedless air.
Your own proud land's heroic soil
Shall be your fitter grave;
She claims from war his richest spoil
The" ashes of her brave.
Thus 'neath their parent turf they
rest,
Far from the gory field.
Borne to a Spartan mother's breast
On many a bloody shield;
This Is No. 17 of a series of Southern
Poems selected especially- for The Progres
sive Farmer and Cotton Plant by the Editor.
The sunshine of their native sky;.
Smiles sadly oh them here,
And kindred eyes and hearts ;watch
by. - r " -O. - ..
The hero's sepulchre. v
Best on, embalmed and sainted dead !
Dear as the blood ye gave ;
No impious foosteps here shall tread
The herbage of your grave;
Nor shall your glory be forgot
While fame her record keeps, -Or
honor paints the hallowed spot .
Where valor proudly , sleeps.
Yon marble minstrel's voiceless stone
In deathless song shall tell,
When many a vanished age hath
flown
The story how ye fell.
Nor wreck, nor charge, nor winter's
blight,
. Nor time's remorseless doom. - -
Shall dim one ray of glory's light
That gilds your deathless tomb.
Theodore O'Hara,
Pass It On.
"You're a gTeat little wife, and I
don't know what I would do without
you." And as he spoke he put his
arms about her and kissed her, "and
she forgot all the care in" that mo
ment. And, forgetting all, she sang
as she washed the dishes, and sang as
she made the beds, and' the song was
heard next door, and a woman there
caught the refrain, and sang also,
and two homes were happier because
ho had told her that sweet old story,
the story of the love of a husband for
a wife. As she san- tho butcher
boy who called for the order heard ft
and went out whistling on his jour
ney, and the world heard the whistle,
and one man, hearing it, thought:
"Here is a lad who loves his work, a
lad hapriv and contented."
And because sho sanqr her heart
was mellowed, and as she swept about
the back door the cool air kissed her
on each cheek, and she thought of a
poor old woman she knew, and a lit
tle basket went over to that home,
with a quarter for a' crate or two of
wood. .
So because he kissed her and
praised her the song came, and the
influence went out and out.
Pass on the praise.
A word, and. you make a rift m
the cloud ; smile, and you may create
a new resolve; a grasp of the hand.
and you may repossess a soul from
hell.
Pass on the praise.
Does your clerk do well
Pass , on the praise.
Tell him that you are pleased, and
he will appreciate it more ' than a
raise. A good clerk does not work
for his salary alone.
Teacher, if the child is good, tell
him about it; if he is better, tell him
again; thus, you see, good, better,
best. ' -
Pass on the praise now. Pass it
on in the home. Don't go. to the
grave and. call, "Mother." Don't
plead: "Hear me, mother. You were
a good mother, and smoothed away
many a rugged path for me."
Those ears cannot hear that glad
admission. Those eyes cannot see
the light of earnestness in yours.
Those hands may not return the em
braces you now wish to give. - ; I
Pass on the praise to-dav. -Ar-
genta Hustler.
One Causa of Ulnesa;
A famous physician upon being
asked recently what - is the chief
CAUSA of ill health renlied : "Think
ing and talking about it all. the time.
This ceaseless introspection in which
so many of the rising generation of
nervous folk indulge, is certainly
wearing them out. When they are
not worrying as- to . whether they
sleep too much or too little, they are
fidgeting over the amount of food
they take or the quantity; of exer
cise necessary for health. In short,.
they never give themselves a mo
ment's peace. Our grandfathers did
not concern themselves with these
questions. They ate, drank, slept as
nature prompted them. - Undoubtedly
they were, healthier in mind and body
for their j sublime indifference, and if
we asked ourselves fewer questions;
we should have less time to analyze
or imagined ailments." -
That medical science has made re
markable progress in the " last few
decades cannot he denied. The fault
for some present day 'undesirable
frvnflitinna lipa Tint, with thft dofitor
but with the patient. There has been
too great a tendency on the part of
the laity to acquire a smattering of
medical knowledge through the read
ing of so-called "health" .magazines
and pamphlets, and to put into prac
tice, on their own account, that 'little
knowledge" which, it can not be de
nied, is a "dangerous thing." The"
following of some most ridiculous
fads along the lines of eating, drink
ing, sleeping and exercise has as
sisted in swelling the mortality sta
tistics. Our grandfathers would hold
up their hands in horror at many of
the foolish things we do in the name
of "health." A little more of the
comfortable nonchalance of our
healthy ancestors would do no harm
to the rising generation. -House
keeper's Magazine.
church.- His father, however, was at
home, and met the fugitive at the
door, but without any sign of wel
come. ' ' ':Z:'U:-:
"Why : have you come home,
Frank?" he asked. ; -
The boy was always truthful, and
he did not flinch now.; ; He answered
simply, "I was home-sick." , r
Without a word of reproach to his
son, Governor Pierce v sent for the
coachman. "James," he said, "take
the gray mare and the chaise and
carry; Frank half -the- way back to
Hancock. He will walk the rest of
. the way." 'k
The order was carried out to the
letter, and Franklin was set down in
the middle of a piece of dense woods.
It would be of no use to disobey his
father again. Franklin knew him too
well for that.' Dejectedly the boy
turned his face toward Hancock, and
trudged . along mile after mile. The
afternoon was waning, and the shad
ows in the woods were growing long
er. To add to .his discomfort, a
heavy thunder-shower was coming
up; the first great drops of rain were
already, splashing" down upon him.
Presently the rain came down in tor
rents and drenched him to the skin.
But he kepi, bravely on.
Late in the afternoon he reached
his boarding place in Hancock, foot
sore, tired, hungry, wet, but with a
new determination in his mind. He
would never give up anything, how
ever hard, again. In speaking in
later years of the experience, he said,
l am convinced that it was the turn
ing point of my life, and I have al
ways thanked my father for his firm
ness." 1 outh's Companion.
The Difference.
The Maldng of a President.
Franklin Pierce, to the centenary
of whose birth last November The
Companion called attention, was
widely celebrated lor superior intel
lect, scholarly eloquence and pains
taking examination of detail. Yet
in his youth he was not at all fond
of study. Although a fair scholar
without any particular effort on his
part, he preferred various athletic
sports to study. Nevertheless, his
father, Benjamin Pierce, had early
detected the signs of ability in this
his favorite son, and determined that
this boy should have the advantages
of a good education. Franklin was
accordingly withdrawn from the vil
lage school at Hillsboro and sent to
Hancock and Francestown, then to
Exeter, where he prepared for col
lege. In 1820 he entered Bowdoin
College, at the age of sixteen. '
-The boy Franklin was a tender
hearted, affectionate lad, and very
fond of his home; and for some time
after his arrival in Hancock he was
exceedingly homesick. It seemed to
him that he could never bear the'
strange, new life there.- At last he
decided to run awav home. He ar
rived in Hillsboro one Sunday morn
Hubert, aged eight years, had been
given a dollar with which to purchase
Christmas gifts for his father and
mother. After some deliberation, he
announced that he should spend
seventy-five cents for his mother and
twenty-five cents for his father. ;
''How is that ?" asked his father,
in affected displeasure. "Why do you
spend three-f ourths of your money
for your motherl and but one-fourth
for me?" -- Tr.: -
"Because my. mamma is a good deal
more relation to me than you are." -
"How do you. make' that out?",
"Well," replied the boy, "I am re
lated to mamma by bornation, and
to you just by your being married to
mamma. See?" Selected." -
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