Semi-weekly interior journal. [volume] (Stanford, Ky.) 1881-1905, 1883-06-22
H,s,i,na Our conntn Cousins.

I
wall; the harvest apple grows golden
with the amorous kisses Of the warm
June sun; the spring chicken has at
tanned fullness Of days that ripen il
for the broiler. Not unless his right
hand has forgotten its cunning, or he
has gone long on lard, will the city
man permit these summer glories to
perish from the earth and not be there
TO see and expedite their going.
All the world is going away, and
why should he be immured within
heated walls and walk on brazen
streets when just beyond the blue
line Of hills that grid the city about,
are peace aud rest and purling brooks
and spring lambs and the tender
chicken. vegetables fresh with the
odor Of the earth about them, and all
this for pittance week with care.
full attention thrown in for good meas.
ure7
There, ON the carpet of bluegrass,
under the spreading tree, he will loaf
and enjoy his soul during the heated
term, far from the city's dust and tur.
moil, its bill collectors aud book
agents, its amateur performances and
all the other ills that make up the
woes unutterable Of a hot term in a
city. He will forget these as he idles
away the long days under the trees,
and il he is young and susceptible,
will make love IN brOwn-faced bright.
eyed country lasses-G God bless them
every one-and make their dear little
hearts very sad when the shorter days
have come, and his face turns back
toward the turmoil and worry and
work awaiting the coming back Of the
Grant ones who have strayed along
the country side.
These be the days when life is
worth the living in rare old country
house. LSzIly pass the days, and the
nights, rarer than the poets day in
June, give back the fullest recon
pense when the drowsy god is wooed.
While one could wish the evening
concert of the querulous frog, just
over the way by the banks of the
pond, were more musical, yet his bass
notes are unaccompanied by the fine
tenor Of the city mosquito, and this is
something for which to give thanks.
Though bats fly in at the open win.
dow, they are less harmful than the
enterprising burglar who, equally un.
invited, comes in at his city home to
make free with his spoons and walk
away with his purse and watch. Let
ii rain never so hard on the day sci
for the excursion with his pretty cou'
sin, yet will no suspicion of water
turn his mind away from the princi-
piles of prohibition and the fine theo
ries of the temperance folk, when the
cream.1aked milk is poured out al
the table set on the lawn for the eve
ming meal.
If, perchance, the staid old family
carriage horse be innocent of better
time than a mile in Eve minutes, h.
can get that from him without III,
young man from the livery stable
calling the next day with his "four-
dollars-an-hour" bill. as is the cas-,
when one has taken the drive dowr
Chestnut street at home.
Though the mail arrives but once
week, he need not despair Of tn,
Republic, for has he not left the affair
of the nation in the hands OF the gen
tlemen OF the press, aud are they not
: therefore safe 7
Know, gentle reader, that none o
these things herein set forth are fol
the man of the newspaper. For hin
there is no summer lettering. He re
mains at home and discovers Presiden
tial candidates, writes about the tar
in, and invents cheerful romances il
p order that your enjoyment may b.
perfect when the morning paper stray
Q your way.
The newspaper man takes but one
= excursion 10 the country, and iron
, that he never returns. When he ha
5 worn out his days his comrades carr,
: what is left of him out TO the cemets
Q ny and lay him down to rest. The
8 they 90 back to their work and speal
: kindly of the lost friend, but the
1 write no obituary resolutions abou
him. Give them credit for that, an
!, don't forget that now is the time I
: subscribe [COurier.Journsl.
= j. II. Wade, No. ~ Water st., LOui
/ vile, says; Browns Iron Bitters entirel
cured me Of dysPsPsia"