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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." - TboGoot ioanlifal fully described - arid . handsomely illustrated are to be found in "the Maule Seed Book for -1905. : It cost over $20,000 to mail the first edition (each copy takes , a 5-cent stamp), and no matter how small your gar den you need it. Everything worth growing (either plants, bulbs or Heeds) will be found listed in this great book, which will be mailed together with four packets of the largest Sweet. Peas to anyone send ing five 2-cent stamps. Address - 1711 RIbert St Philadelphia. Pa.- ing, while part of the family was at!