The Newberry herald and news. (Newberry, S.C.) 1884-1903, 1892-04-20
Dots from St. Philips.

"Angels from their starry height.
On hills, and dales, and green banks write"
Yes, those bright winged Secretaries
of the Most high, write, as he dictates,
in glowing language; spreading the
earth an open Book from which we
can CLEAN profit as we'll as pleasure.
How gratefully, then, should we scan
its beautiful pages, giving loving Wor-
ship TO the author.
Farmers busy working with all their
might-planting corn and some cotton.
Hope again beckons them on. cheerful
looks are again resumed, and they grip
the plow-handles with vim as they
follow in the wake of the bright-faced
goddess. Poultry, universally, dying.
Afraid the good shepherds that watch
o'er the spiritual welfare of our people
will wait and watch in vain for fried
chicken at "big meetin" dinners. The
lords of the fowl yard are first to sue
cumb to the fell monster, then the fe-
males quietly wilt by their side; there
fore, the second edition will be of little
profit.
Health of community good, every
body ready and willing to empty their
plates, and politely pass them back to
be reflled. Walking skeletons are not
to be seen among US, and we need no
medicine to encourage corpulence.
This neighborhood is poisonous to dys-
peptics; for, being hale and hearty,
from honest perseveripg labor, the
"sons of the soil," and their worthy
families, patronize the substantials of
life Sweetmeats are preserved in the
good wives closets, for future reference.
The 25 cents mule can gallop. He re-
wolves as he locomotes; perhaps be is
trying to say in those revolutions that
hell work 1.-The year round"; yet,
should be take a straight course, I
wouldn't advise any one to foX-hunt
on him if they rish to be able to recount
the result of the chase. His sable
owner rolls his eyes up in graft
tude for his mules convalescence, leav-
ing only the whites exposed; which re-
minds US of that good old song, "Cotton-
eyed joe"
A few evenings since, one of my
young lady pupils and 1 took a trip Of
few miles. We walked, and started
after school was dismissed. April be-
ing in one of her treacherous moods,
gave US sunshine until within half way
of destination, then down came moist
ure. She wept DER us until tears ran
down umbrellas, flooded the roads,
fields, and ran down our cheeks; yet
mine were tears of laughter, while my
companion looked calm and digni6ed,
but our appearance was so wo-begone
we feared our entertainers would tell
US to be-gone! We soon left the flooded
road and planted our feet in one of our
neighbours corn fields; but alas! twas q
weak foundation, for our pedals sank
into the marshy ground, which resulted
in vigorous pulls and long-metred
means of despair. The young corn
wilted and bowed its head under our
tread. Farmer says he'll indict Us for
trespass, but it was a distressed pass to
US; yet I'm willing To pay one cent q
track in postage stamps, being more
appropriate from the many stamps We
put on the corn. Perhaps he'll take
my pretty companion for pay, and III
save my stamps.
Our debating society of ''St. Philips
Academy" progresses rapidly. J. B.
Haltacre, the worthy president, de-
cides impartially as to merit of speak
ers. We have some youthful Demos
theneses among them. Washington and
Columbus, as opponents, have been SO
eloquently handled / wonder their
shades" don't rise and decide the SUD-
ject by engaging in single combat.
(which is more attractive to man,
Art or Nature?" was last subject dis
cussed. Grand old Nature put Art to
flight. OF course nature furnishes a
model for the work Of art. Messrs. S.
Halfacre, R. kinard, C. Banks. J. Ilib-
Ter, A. Kinard and G. Livingston have
the brunt to bear-younger boys wilt
ing beneath the bright eyes of the
pretty girls present. Hurrah for the
boys of St. Philips Academy" They
are good and worthy boys, and, no
doubt will make good and worthy luen.
CLARA LOUISE.