The home journal. (Winchester, Tenn.) 1858-188?, 1876-01-13
FACTS AND FANCIES.

Life would be too smoolh II II l'""
no rubs in it,
He who serves the public has but %
Scuryy master
The impressions ON the imagination
make the great days Of life; the book,
the landscape, or the personality whlrh
did not stay ON the surface OF the eye or
ear, but penetrated to the inward Sens',
agitatcs us and is not forgotten
Outside of the nursery the begin
ming of litcraturcs is the prayers OF the
people, and they are always hymns
poetic-the mind allowing itself range
and herewith is ever Il corresponding
freedom in the style, which becomes
lyrical.
Events of things are only the fulfill
mcnt of the prediction of the faculties
Better men saw heavens and eartIS saw
noble instruments of noble souls. We
see railroad, mills, and banks, and We
pity the poverty Of these dreaming BUD
dhists.
We must learn the homcly law, OF
fire and water, we must feed, WASH,
uIont, build These are the ends ot
necessity, and first in the ordcrol HaiU'''
Poverty, frost, famine, disease, dro', are
the bcadlcs and gnardsmen tIaI ho''
us to common sense.
Gprry GRASS UNDER THE SNoW.--
The work OF the sun is slow,
ButaS sure as Heaven We kno"
So wen not forget
When the skies are wet,
There's green grass under t'' N"'"'
When the winds Of winter bl""
WaIIng like voice OF woe,
There are April showers,
And buds and flowers
And green grass under the snow
We find that it's ever so
I'm this life's uneven How
We're only to wait,
In the face Of fate,
For green grass under the Sno"
--"Zachariah," said Mrs. Chandler,
"whot smell is that" "Cloycs." But
tbot other smel?' "Allspicc," "'But
isn't there anothcf"' N esr-2pPle7'
"And Just one more ?? "Cld'r' my
dear" "Wcll, Hacharah," said she, 'it
you'd drink Il little brandy now you "
make a good mince pie.
A DREAM WIruuN A DEEAM-
stand amid the roar
Ola surf ri-tOrmcntGd shore,
And hold within my hand
Grains Of the golden sand,
How few, yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep
While weep-while weep
oh God can not grasp
Them with tighter clasp
GA God can not save
one from the pililess wave
ls all that we see or seem
But a dream within dream n.
A rhymer in scribncr s thus reIa'e'
the story of butcher VINO had laIg'
brain and loved little children
II was a grucsomc butcher,
with C0untenauCc saturnlhcs
He stood ut the door oi MS HtI' '"'l'
n was the hour Of nine.
The children going by to school
Lacked In at the open door
They loved to see the satlsagt-mach'hc
And hcal its awful roar
The butcher he looked out and in,
Then horribly he sworc ,,.....,,,..
Next ynwned then smiling, he licked hH 'h'f'
OMth he: "Liic's awful boic'
"N-,w here's all these dear little children
some ol 'em right live to he sixty ...,..
WIN shoulim't / save cm the trouble to wunSt
An chop EN- up sppcrty licksty'
$50 he winked to the children and OecKonod ''''
IN H.,
90 don't YES want some candy
But We see ven have to come mo lh' A""P'
For out here 1t isn't handy !.
Uc 'ticcd them into the little shop
The machine went round and round
And when those poor babes came out again
They fetched ten cents n pound.
Shadows please us as still fnec
RHYMES. Architecture gives the hkh
pleasure by the repetition of equal part
in colonnadc, in row of windows, OF
in wings; gardens by the symmetrlc con-
trasts of the beds and walks. In society,"
YOU have this figure in a bridal company,
where choir of white-robed maldei :
gives the charm of living statues IN '
funeral procession, where all wear black;
in a regiment of soldiers in UNIFORM