The Tipton advertiser. [volume] (Tipton, Cedar Co., Iowa) 1856-1962, 1873-10-09

happens TO be within reach. A col.
ored boy was driving one Of these
smiable animals when its heels sud
denly appeared In his face like flash
Of lightning and left him eprawling
In the duet. The poor fellow slowly
picked himself up and looking after
the vanishing offender bitterly re-
marked: That's what makes me
'sPise = mule" Now, there is such .
thing IS being knocked down In spirit
- well As In body, and that's what
makes me 'spise Gradgrind. The
mule heels Of their disposition are
continually flying In the face Of the
young and sensitive and leaving them
eprawling in the dust and bitterness Of
existence. In nine cases out OF ten
when boys aud girls flee from their
childhood home as they would from
pestilence 1t Is because their poor
wronged spirits have been knocked
down once too often by . Gradgrind
at the helm
FARMER GRADGRIND.
Whenever you find one Of these kind
Of men on farm he will pretend that
stogy boots aud shaggy head. with q
gruff voice, rough manners, aud gen
eral rudeness Of surroundings are the
natural Outgrowth Of rural habita-
ton. Such people are fraud an un-
mitigated humbug; and the generous
soil Of their farms ought to resent such
an imputation upon the. harmonious
mystery that buds aud blossoms and
natures abou. them from year to year.
Hthey cannot be induced to cultivate
the sweet Hraces Of life within them
selves and In the sacred precincts of
home-if they must remain blind to
the glory of life to the end Of their ex-
istence, am inclined to pray that
their days be speedily numbered.
And yet that seems savage prayer,
because many Of these murky indi-
viduais believe themselves models of
piety. really aud truly Gods annoint-
ed. They affect to think it sin to
make themselves or their homes at.
tractive.
A short time since, | visited ut the
home of one Of these pillars Of creation
(caterpillars l mean) good man and
= gentleman he supposed himself. To
eat, sleep, to accumulate money and
land was the extent of his aspiration,
and yet at family prayer he informed
God complacentIy that he presented
himself and his family living sacri-
flee to the service OF heaven" Living.
indeed! He was the deadest sacrifice
extant. Dead to all grace aud har
mony of form. Of color, of feeling.
His family might have truthfully
been called y living sacrifice to his
pig-headedness. He hal hundreds Of
acres of grain, extensive woodlands
and orchards, droves of horses and
herds Of cattle and his great barn of
house had not single carpet nor pic
ture, only the very plainest furniture
and not enough of that. His extern
sive library consisted of Patent Office
Reports, Robinson Crusoe, Pilgrims
Progress, aud few interesting vol.
unes upon horse doctoring and sheep
raising. Good enough books in their
way, and perhaps necessary to him.
but not book nor picture to minister
to the eager young souls clustering
about his hearth. His wife was ST.
lent, broken spirited woman. His
eldest boy had fed to the far west
hoping upon some crag or peak of the
dear old Rockies to catch glimpse of
the sunshine oi life. The oldest
a sweet, intelligent girl of
seventeen, was maid Of all work. She
had wistful, troubled expression
which could not help but notice, al.
though she tried to be cheerful and
In the evening she
came and sat In my room until late
hour, and | was not surprised when,
in sentences broken with fearful emo
tions, she gave me All account of her
trials. 1t see ned AS though I could
guess them all before she began. One |
thing was, they never had anything
to tighten their lahor-no sewing,
washing nor wringing machine, not |
even pump in the cistern, but she
merely referred to this. She was will
ing to work, aid to work hard. The
burden of her com piaint WAS that they
never had anything to make the house
and homelike inside and
never were assisted nor allowed to |
beautify the grounds about the house
Once she had planted some flowers, /
but the father had moved them down
because the care Of them was q sinful |
waste Of time. She moaned again and
again, 1--WE never have anything beau
tiful aud nice and we are so unhappy,
mother and US children" and yet the
dear heart kept saying: Father il q |
good man. He don't understand how
we suffer for such things" Don't he? |
o, the contemplate man! I hope by
some good fortune he is here to-day
to be enlightened. After she had
talked and wept aud became more
she said: II have a friend. /
| want you to see her tomorrow. Her
husband is poor man. He only has |
forty acres and one team and small
amount Of stock and little house, yet /
they have everything and are SO hap
py, aud sometimes it seems as though |
| couldn't live il I didn't go there
once week. never have any books
except what they lend me, and have
to read those Oh the sly because father
is too proud To borrow, especially Of
poor folks" am glad farm life does |
not often present such picture. All |
over our beautiful west are springing
up homes where the appliances Of
taste and culture 'cover the rough and
the rude Of earth with veil of leaves
aud flowers !" homes full of light and
harmony, where the sturdy sons of
toll feel the stirring impulse Of noble
life and heed their high destiny as
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