Herald and tribune. [volume] (Jonesborough, Tenn.) 1869-current, 1892-05-12

from the old farm TO live. | was very
happy, but many a time l longed to be
back in the garden picking a dish of
berries and then slipping around to the
spring house to steal the thickest,
sweetest cream to put over them, when
like as not my favorite youngest broth
err would spy me out and sing out, "Oh,
| see you ; | know what you are up to
now" On Sundays when / have walk
ed home from church on the hot, dusty
city sidewalks l would think of the
long, prosy sermons by the dear old
minister whom we all loved, and who
had tended his flock for over thirty
years, till he was called home; of the
ride home afterward in the old family
carriage behind fast horses, and the
cook would have the table so beauti-
fully set and a special Sunday dinner,
and she would say, Dinner is most
ready, you will have to hurry up" and
we would rush off to our rooms and get
ready to sit down to such a dinner as l
have already described.
Never since those days have I been
so care free and happy, Death has Wis
ted us more than once, all of us are
married and scattered, and the old farm
with its big house and barn has passed
into other hands. We would not care
to go back again to live there, for it
could never again be the same, but oh
those days were SO happy. We did not
realize how happy we were, as youth
new does, but / can look back now
and analyze the situation then, and l
know with all the hard work of farm
life and there is plenty of it for both
sexes, yet it has not the care and fret,
the worry and strain that attend city
life.
My brothers worked hard and played
hard. In busy seasons they would
work from before dawn until after dark
doing the last chores, but they were
never nagged. Whenever possible ia
ther commended them and would tell
mother how well they had worked and
accomplished as much as SC many men.
They made fun as they worked, and en-
joyed themselves while they cut down
trees into tirewood or plowed corn.
Each had his own horse to ride, and
afternoons off to go hunting or fishing,
They had a big swimming hole made
by a dam across the creek, where all
the neighbor boys met. They had a
watermelon patch-none were sold,
but plenty given away. We had a big
orchard and plenty of delicious cider.
They expected to work, but they man
aged to have an innocent, good time,
and now the dream of all is to once
more own a nice country home.
Country friends, you are happier than
you know. Be satisfied, be content.
Parents, see to it that your children
have all the advantages and pleasures
possible. "All work and no play" al
ways did and always will make Jack
a dull boy" Their minds and bodies
require relaxation, change and pleas
ure. Make their lives SO happy that
they will have no desire to wander from
the sheltering home nest, at least be-
fore they have reached years of discre-
ton and judgment. Raise them so
that they will look back upon their
childhood and youth as the happiest
time of their lives, and not a mere
treadmill and m%onotonous season.
Then they will not be SO apt to long for
city life, of which they know nothing.
They imagine there is no tread mill
there, but variety and something new
all the while, and rapid strides to be
made in both the social and financial
world. They do not know or think of
the many pitfalls and temptations, dis
couragements and failures. Some uc-
coed, but manyfall by the way.-Clara
Sullivan Hubs.