The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1891-04-15
Tennessee.
A LITERARY LEGION.
The Members OF the Howard Club VIII
Take the World.

Take the World.
To THE Howard CLUB: The world
moves. Science is more and more un-
yelled in modern ages. Literature reigns
in minds that seem to be too young for
comprehension. The lyrist strikes sweet
chords of momentous strains with tremb-
ling fingers and vining brain webs over
melodious trenches. Inviting humor is
placing its golden helmet on the humor.
lists. The pleasant faces OF authors viii
bring a shining day to us-when we rise
to their cline.
We have high personages in our midst,
that We can if not envious, say we have
members that will place their names on
fame's ST. Doth wall. In few years they
shall launch their craft for some port.
Tune the Tyre, precious ones play those
non-forgotten laysl Let those strains
bring pleasure. We have the Wrists that
sing as birds when the spring gives up her
dead They sing to US when tits gloomy
when we are respondent and when the
suns rays find the neighboring glen. Cir
cumiacent is pleasure to the earnest
hearted, hope for the next decade JOY at
present and honor for our labor while pro-
curing fame.
The mantles of meditation are worn
continually. The consultations shine,
yet we are often Respondent Excogitate
and never let Others solve your problems,
when you can be entitled to exceilencies
yourself. Shades of the medieval prevail
on memory's wall OF phi osophy, lltera-
ture and oratory. The bright sunlight
shines after poetic moonlight.
The opening views of ridicule should
never enter young writer's mind to pro-
trude against. perhaps, one that is by far
superior. Take advantage OF a tlmid
writer by ridicule is ruthless. You lessen
the interest of the writers by so doing, for
they are afraid or offended at the smoul-
dering ideas of a sciolist.
We will have our great historians, states
men, poets, novelist, etc., for preparations
are being made already by many minds
Some of our lady members viii he in the
next decade our Bottoms. Woolfords,
Hemans. Whitneys, Proctors, Thropes,
Stoves, etc., by their appearance in pen
lines. Our literary-Grand Howard liter
ary-is increasing in bounds. and the
future is bright and the bazonry is grow
ing with poetic influences. Let each
member give few strokes of the pen TO
assist in literary belfry.
The poetic columns are filed to over
flowing; Wrists sing while you may, for
the DAYS may be not many when the
dawn OF fame shall shield you. If mis-
takes occur in any of these productions,
why should you think less of the writer?
Farmer boys come in and see us when
you can, also the girls that laden
the tables for Won when the girls
come from the fields. We know the
labor is pressing at present on the
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day of rest to drag the quill to the benefit
of our society. l know a great portion of
our members reside in rural districts, and
those are the ones that move the wheels
of our government, even now are assist
ants; but Just trace the biographies of
our great men and you will find in the
beginning of their lives that the majority
of them were farmer boys struggling with
poverty. The cold chains of poverty are
cold, and you should comfort its victims
Writers of the club that / am acquainted
with, by some errors in their writings re-
ceive no compliment of late, While their
productions are better than those that
receive the highest honors in compliment
True compliment builds, but some receive
too much; those that are already writers
of note deserve compliment for their
ideas, although | do not wish to take
compliment from the page or modest q
thinking mind on the subject.
Perhaps had better stroll down the
glen to the pond and listen to the frogs
piping. l hear rumbling of wagons over
the distant hills The shades of night
have come. The fields have reinquished
their laborers-"day is done and dark.
ness" and the pillow boys are at rest
Glorious rural! Hearts strung by music
The sugar camp is abandoned, for the
liquid ceased to drip. Wonder what the
members would think if they could only
break between their teeth the sweet, de-
licious home made sugar. The lamp light
glimmers, it's time for rest.
HARPER LIvINGs."
Arl. April IL.