The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1890-08-13

from lethargic drowSiness, causing us
TO appreciate the claims enjoined by
nature for blessings bestowed; 1t tells
us how to enhance the happiness Of
others by increasing our own; it tells
us how to live long and get the most Of
llfe-aye, 1T tells us what our destiny
will be, for at this day and age of mar
velous intellectual achievement rehg-
ion and science dwell together i'll
unity-yes, they have formed n holy
alliance, and the children of the union
the brightest minds the world ever
knew-no longer are required to prove
their Legitimacy. Religion and science
have ceased TO be antagonistic the one
does not prostitute the other, but the
love is connubial with its chaste de-
lights, adulterous love and its sinful
pleasures being left for bigots, cranks,
and base pretenders-fact From q
purely secular standpoint, L am led to
observe the following brief illustra-
tons demonstrated daily by scientific
truths and vigilant observation:
Ii YOU want the boys to stay on the
farm, do not bear too hard on the
grindstone when the little fellow has
hold of the crank. l believe grind
stone in the shed, and the boy made to
turn it for grinding while his play
mates are shouting in glee in their
sport, is an instrument OF torture
which leaves the thumb-screw, the
rack, and the wheel far in the shade
"a O relic of barbarism.
believe that the father who makes
the boy hoe his own row and keep up
With q half dozen stalwart mon, and
then allows them all to sit down on the
swald resting while the boy runs aw ay
across the fields for bucket OF water,
scolds him for being so slow, and goes
to work harder than ever, making the
boy keep up without helping him
along. has futuyo that viii make the
hottest place ever depicted by Calvin
an ice-house in comparison to his final
home.
: 1t is now universally conceded,
when the boys are promised day off
for hunting or fishing--generally a
rainy day when other hands lie around
the house-and when about to start
are made to weed out an onion bed, fix
up the garden gate. help ring lot OF
hogs, and wash the wagon, and the
like, and then eujoined to be home
early to help feed the cattle, or
do some other work, that at l. o'clock
the day they become of age those
BOYS are ready TO leave home, go hunt
and fight Indians or diYo . street
cor. When the boys ork, have - un-
derstood it is work but, IN the namo of
all that's good and noble. when they
have play day, let it be such in fact
as well as name.
there is one thing | could never I'M
derstand when / was q boy on the farm
among the hills of Central New York
that is, why my little calf, lamb, colt,
or pig should develop into fathers COW,
sheep, horse, or hog; but such was the
fact, nevertheless, and. so far as my
knowledge extends, | have known but
few instances where the circumstances
are or have been otherwise. Again, l
could not see the equity, when | had
earned little money picking berries,
piling bark, herding sheep, or what
not, that it was expected / should spend
the money for new hat. pair of boots.
or school books, when | intended to
spend it for fishing tackle. iackknife,
aud red pocketbook. having lost no
end of sleep determining what kind
and how much / could get. The fact
that my paternal ancestor was n clergy
man. and by no means poor. doe, not
make it Bit easier TO see. either.
Unfortunately for the boys, perhaps,
three of my pupils are in ny class at
Sunday-school. A few weeks ago,
while sitting in the library waiting for
the household to get ready for church.
] saw seven of my class hurrying by.
In few minutes, 10 and behold, two of
my exemplary assistants and my own
boy passed the window fronting a side
street To say / smelled small ro-
dent would be putting it mildly. Those
boys were not at church nor did they
appear at Sundav-school / knew
what they were doing, felt angry at
them. but at the same time wished in
my innermost soul they would catch q
good string of fish. for the weather was
very propitious and it seemed but yes
terday that l was n boy. They were
home. washed and combed for supper,
each expecting a scolding. Did they
get It? No. for / was boy once.
Was it wicked? No. They have all
been better boys since. and III venture
they will never go fishing on Sunday
again as long as they live with me. II
/ had scolded them they would. Stolen
kisses are the sweetest. Partial reader,
let US all remember our childhood days,
mt ourselves in the children's place.