Vermont farmer. [volume] (Newport, Orleans County, Vt.) 1870-1877, 1875-09-03

aud more consecrated 10 spirit, not only 10
her talent, but to Him who best knoweth in
what part Of His vineyard we may best Ia.
Dor until the wilderness and the solitary
places shall be glad for them.
also notice with pleasure the contribu.
tons Of May A. Hamliu, former editress Of
boys and girls department on the Dirigo
Rural. Bangor, Maine. The same whose
writings have been read ard appreciated
from Maine 10 the Pacific slope, under the
nom-de-plume Of Annie May" aud other
signatures. She, too, for long years was an
invalid, who wrote "because she could not
help it," her 6rst public song being sung
after the death Of two lovely sisters, When
she was nine years Of age. Without intro
auctions, or personal influence of friends, her
perseverance and talent won for her place,
and she occasionally, amid more arduous du.
ties, contributed for the public until her own
illness aud during the hours Of pain, many
white.winged messenger has gone forth
from her sick chamber to gladden. the hearts
Of carth's weary ones by their perusal in
public letters and soui.inspiring poems.
And as the publishers in New York said Of
letter Of hers published in the time of our
national struggle, "Your letter will be read
with interest by thousands Of American fire.
Sides" so we doubt not would the tender,
beautiful, "Iu Memoriams," which have
found their way TO desolate homes aud
stricken hearts, when some loved one has
been called to "pass over" cheering the
mourner with the assurai CO Of our Fathers
love, and that He doeth all things we'll y
and pointing the despairing soul to the Fa
theirs mansions, and the uniting of several
links in the one perfect chain Of love in IN,
beautiful world cover there" should they
as wish they might, re.appear in tn,
J FARMER.
Lura Bell, my dear, thou art not alone il
the hours of pain and trial, so like HEAVY
: burden, under which thy Fathers hand nov
leadeth thee. Many gifted soul has passe,
under the cloud, while the purifying process
was separating the silver from the dross
/ preparing the soul for higher development
; here or the "most fine gold" for the treas
I ury above. Our natures oft are made I
9 shrink from contact with suffering, eve
, while with prophetic eye we seem to see tn
/. hand stretched forth to save and almo.
, grasp the goal ahead.
! "Annie May" once wrote, no doubt amids
4 her PAIN
Y "woud be wed to sOngi ah no.
. Each warbler's heart conceas u sting
That lends that sweet pathetic note when poets sin
The palntive note that charms the listeners ear,
Ofpain and sorrow, doth reveal a tale
: bad as the dying song Of some lone nightingale"
= j. w. Lang, an extensive aud able col
i respondent, aud G. g. Foster, we also motto
Q contribute to the FARMER. All OF thes
: above named are some of our literary asp
d rants from Maine, and former correspondent
+ of the Dirigo Rural. Now we miss them a
: most entirely from the Rural They have bee
= called to other scenes, and to other fields {
e literary labor, and like the migratory bird
" "the places that once knew them" seldol
"a resound with their songs. We could vii
5. our own state could see fit to make it e
q their interest not 10 wander so muC
to other and remote periodicals. II
l. soul-stirring strains Of "Annie May" or \
n A. Hamlin, the sad, sweet plants Of Ora
# Anterior, the soothing drops Of balm fro
the heart and pen of May Il. Bean, Il
10 sweet, pathetic notes of Lura Bell, the rail-
~ ing cry in the clear, clarioH tones Of j. '
y Lang, the sensible, practical words Of G..
>, Foster are needed like the various chords
music to make a full chorus in the litera
is papers of Maine to-day.
Ia Will some other gentleman or lady plea
!, make us acquainted with others ofour hap
q band. and oblige, UNCLE WILL.
y Waldo county, Maine.
at ["Uncle Will'' has not guessed right
he about "who is Lura Bell" We shall
~ most happy to give her name to the read'
," Of the FARMER ~ soon as We arc permit
an to do SO. Judging from her prOductio
ms and she so young, we think she must be c
elk Of that class of whom it is said,-Poeta M
~ eitEr, non .h-a poet is born, not mac
~ Ed.