The interior journal. [volume] (Stanford, Ky.) 1872-1881, 1880-11-19

is more likely that those who WOO an,
win are wooed aud won in countrl
place. should fly farther than thos'
who live in great cities, where, at fur
thest, a long walk or a five cent rid,
only lies between them.
But who can visit the pleasant
rural spots to which summer heat
drive every citizen who can command
a holiday. without feeling an emotion
Of pity for the old folks who lingeI
on in the homesteads once filled by &
large family, where babies were born
and children played and grew. where
the girl, budded into knowledge Of
the city fashions and desire TO take
lessons on the piano and the boys
whitfield at the woodwork and had
pillow fights at midnight, and forgot
TO drive home the COWS; and where,
despite maternal lectures and pater'
nal floggins, the opinion secretly OBJ
tanned that never were such wonder
fol children born on earth before
We can see il all as we look at the
old house. How, one day, Silas
Jones Jaw Kitty home from afternoon
church. How mother was a little
auttered when Kitty first entertained
Silas in the parlor all by herself, and
asked father if he remembered their
old oourting days. How Kitty was
married, aud Lilly, and May, and
Fannie followed her example. How
Jack, having a chance to 20 into a
wholesale house in New York. went
Off one morning. half glad half sor.
~. How VIII took To the sea. aud
ran away with bundle on his should.
er How Charlie, the pride OF his
parents, studied theology and grad
uated, ard "had call" to some far.
OIL Western town. And then Jack
wrote that he was 70 be married. and
Charlie took Western wife, aud
Will-the mother hopes that Will
will come back some day, but the
father knows that he sailed in the
Qyie, and that the Qyte's fate is un-
known. And they are all gone, scat
tered over the wide country, coming
home lees and less frequently as years
roll on. Now and then there is a Wis
it, but never again will all that
household be together us in the olden
days-neyer again. The younger
ones grow used to it; some, perhaps,
quite forgot that they ever cared, but
the old folks sit and wait. The gray
hairs grow gTayer. The wrinkles
come into their faces. They look
wistfully at each other across the
empty table. 1t seems all right.
What could parents wish for, Of only
Will comes back, } asks the mother Of
herself; daughters well married; sons
well thought of-rising men, each in
his walk of life. But oh how lonely
they are! Oh, to have the house full
of children again-of young people
to hope for and plan forl And the
land is 50 vide, journeys SO long and
so eHpensiyel They shake their heads.
1--WE can't expect them to come
often" says the father.
"Aud, suppose responds the
mother, that Jack is too busy to
write more than he does.
All, they make apologies for you
who grow more careless of them every
year. But am not writing 10 them
but to you, = no, growing buster ev-
cry year, forget so often. 1t is but a
little while, only II little while, re.
member. Don't forget them quite.
Go down to the old place when you
can, write if you must steal hours
from sleep to do it. Show those "Old
folks at home" that your heart is with
them still in the old homestead where
they bore life burthen gladly, for your
sake, in their prime. Do not let
them feel themselves deserted as they
lraw nearer to the valley of the shad.
ow.- Mary Kyle Dallas.
These TERRIBLE REBELs.-When
tho Ianesvilla Enards and Illinois