Marshall County Republican. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1856-1878, 1878-11-14

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the Rich Poor Man.
In the excellent address delivered
by Mrs. Matilda Fletcher to Farm
ers' Wives aud Daughters" at the
Nebraska State Fair, we meet with
two pictures of farm life, which are
so suggestive, that we reproduce
them here, regretting that we have
not space for the entire lecture.
FrRsr PICTURE THE POOR RICH MAN.
A short time since visited at the
home OF one OF these gentlemen: a
good man, and a gentleman he sup
posed himself to be. To eat, to sleep,
to accumulate money and land was
the extent OF his aspiration. and yet
at family prayer be informed God
complacently that he presented him
self and family living sacrifice to
the service OF heaven" Living in
deed! He was the deadest sacrifice
extant. Dead to all grace and har-
mony and form, OF color, OF feeling.
He had hundreds OF acres of grain,
extensive woodlands and orchards,
droves Of horses and herds OF cattle;
and his great barn OF house had not
a single carpet or picture, only the
very plainest furniture, and not
enoagh or that. His extensive Ii
brary consisted of Patent Office re-
ports, Robinson Crusoe," @Pilgrim's
Progress, and few interesting vol
umes upon horse. e.doctoring and
sheep-raising. Good enough books
In their way, and perhaps necessary
to him, but not book or q picture
to minister to the eager young souls
clustering about his hearth. His wife
was a silent, broken spirited woman;
his eldest boy had fed to the far
West, hoping upon some crag or peak
OF the dear old mountains to catch
glimpse OF the sunshine OF life; the
eldest daughter. sweet, intelligent
girl, was maid OF all work. In the
evening she came and sat ia my room
until late hour, and was not sur
prised when, In sentences broken
with fearful emotion, she gave me an
account OF her trials. One thing was,
they never had anything to tighten
their labor; DO sewing. washing, nor
wringing machine, nor even pump
in the cistern; but she merely re-
ferred to this; she was willing to
work, and work hard. The burden
OF her complaint was, that they new
er had anything to make the home at
tractive or home-like. Once she had
planted some flowers, but the father
had moved them down as a sinful
waste OF time. She moaned again
and again. I'VE never have anything
beautiful or nice, and we are so un-
happy, mother and us children" and
yet the dear heart kept saying
Father is a good man; he don't un-
derstand how we suffer-"
THE RICH POOR MAN.
| Invent with my young friend one
day TO visit the poor farmer" the
man with "only forty acres and one
team and the grounds about his
home were like q lively park. The
house was little brown gem OF a
cottage. with green blinds, and dainty
green :reIIis- work here and there
with vines and flowers. while a great
spreading oak. at a little distance be.
yond the shrnbbery. gaveit all snct
restful, comforting look that we
were prepared for anything to come
even iu the lire OF miracle. As We
passed to the door we deliberately
paused at the threshold to survey 1t,
fresh loveliness. The farmer was
there, as IL was evening, and he new
er works late except in great emer.
gencles. He wore fresh linen suit
with gay slippers. It was decidedly
the children's hour. and they, five II
number, were distributed arount
papa. The mothar was reading slont
In a new book. Her dress and hai
denoted that she paid attention II
late styles. and the appointments o
the whole house aud OF the farm, as
took pains to ascertain. were in goot
taste and wholly for the use and hap
piness OF the family. Every room
was csrpeted. aud. although ther,
were no expensive adorn ments, ther,
were pretty Autographs and enerav
ings; there were delicate shells, ant
vases and bouquets in abundance
There was liberal supply OF books
but their real library consisted Of al
excellent array OF papers. A poo
man, indeedl He lived for the hap
piness OF his family. and he was ricl
and blessed In their love and intelli
gence. He could we'll afford to smii,
at the abundance that dwarfed an,
enslaved his rich neighbor."
A Red-Hot Dav i'm DeadwOod.
Deadwood Times, October IA.
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