Mower County transcript. [volume] (Lansing, Minn.) 1868-1915, 1872-03-07

~ one Dy one IN quick succession /
note the stitches change their places,
my brain becomes clearer, and the
troubles on my heart seem to have fall
en- into the work.
Then quaint thoughts come cluster
ing around the glistening needles. I
see my work increase by the simple Of.
fort I make in placing the wool over
the ends and drawing it through the
stitches relax my effort, and the work
remains unchanged continue the mo.
ton, but fail to use the wool, and still
it is the same. While my hands are
thus employed, my mind finds amusc-
ment in the semblance between the
work and life. I remember that we
cannot by our work alone form truly
beautiful character, but must constant.
~ draw material from the Great Souvce,
and then by our own hands, it must he
wrought into symmetry and beauty
pleasing to the Father.
But see F! have carelessly dropped
stitch. HALT vaguely watch it, for
getting that to save my work the won
dering stitch should be at once reclaim.
ed. At first the injury is very slight, -
scarcely to be noticed, in fact; but it
creeps stealthily adown, adown the
the work, until too late 1 find that my
labor is almost lost because of the ugly
streak my carelessness has made.
see in this an evil habit, scarcely per-
ceptible at first, but slowly and surely
stealing its way along, until q life is
irrevocably marred that might other.
wise have seemed perfect.
Anon Ii all to making comparisons be-
tween the work and people have seen.
There are the coarse, unpleasant black
or brown stocking people, from whom
we lnstinctively turn aside, as they
stalk along through life, savagely push
ing everything before them, while they
cry out from hearts void of any love
save for self, Life's a ,uofxliv praeti-
cal race, and you folks that stop to
pluck flowers by the way will find the
gate at the other end closed before
y0u! Then the blue and white yarn,
mixed" I think they call it does it
not carry you into the very midst of
jolly, good-natured farm people by
whom it is used so much2 It does me,
until I can almost see the gay family,
rejoicing IN the full possession of physi-
cal and moral health, gathered around
the evening table, and with them can
almost taste the yellow pumpkin pies
and nice seasoned ginger snaps.
The fright, gayly plaided work rep
resents another class Of people. These
I fancy are mostly young girls.
Gay, Joyous creatures, who,
though now and then surprised
into the knowledge that life is not all
dreams and fancies, persist in never
quarrelling with it, but laugh their way
along, as merry rs June day. Ca
PRECIOUS, dangerous creatures they may
be,-and, like 4 skein of tangled yarn,
the more We look at them the worse
they may get,-yet withal so full of
warmth and sunshine are they, making
us 90 happy by their presence even
while they torture US, that we can but
love and take them to onr hearts. al
most wishing that the world were filed
with just such beings.
And the pretty white knitting-work,
-shawls and other articles of real ar.
tistic beauty,-even this passed over
common wooden needles, stitch by
stitch, and in every one invisible
threads OF genius and patience are cum
nlngly interviewer. And this in its
delicate beauty reminds me of persons
not less pure, characters that, save
for the hard, unpliable needles of dici-
f'sre, could never have been woven
into the quiet, loving influence which
falls like dainty drapery about those
who come within their charmed circle,
winning the love and admiration of all.
All, this work Of mine has suggested
many kindly thought to me and
while I remember its consultations and
cheerful chats, while reverence lives in
my heart for the dear old grandmother
who first guided my childish hands in
to the mysteries, never will I forsake
my knitting-WOrk.-O Y0aa0 .E'ozks