Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1892-11-24

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.'Thankfalv in big letters /. written
abroad to-day.
There are f~w slo can resist the consa-
gioas feeling that craanate. from the world
with which we are in contact. and vi a. q
kin lily feeling there ~ enzSnIered by this
Thanksgiving day Of oars. Of al days in
| the year this Is most especially the one when
the fanHiiy bosrl il the magnet which draws
about y the absent member. Of the family
circle, who bring hearts Of thankf1Iness-
and optimism presides at the banquet. And
ye, how painfully noticeable that vacant
chair Is today.
What a home going and home comisy
there was YESTERDAY. The trains that
passed through tie city were laden and
they were long trains. too. Augusta POO
pie are too thoroughly imbued with the
New England spirit and tradition to allow
Of omissions in the Observance Of Thanks
giving Day and very few among them but
whs, afford the sumptoas banquet. Few
indeed there are in this CITY that did not
take home the turkey for today's dinner,
and those who deserving have missed
good fortune. but who have come
To the knaw ledge Of our charitable peoPe'
are LOUDLY thankful in their homes today
thankful for what is spread before them,
thankful for the kindly. unosten,atinns
charity that provided il.
One busting gentleman at the depot yes
terlay waiting for the train engaged With
those about him 10 conversation. His bus
mess takes him away from home a great
morrow's festivities. lie was one of those
ample fellows about whom is an air Of
geniality that makes the stranger at hoHi'
with him at once. Moreover he was in a
somewhat philosophical mood. Thank
giving day il what we make il but the fact
that people generally are trying to be thank
fal helps Us all out wonderfully in think
ing only Of the bright side OF affairs" he
said, taking seat to wait for the train II
was thinking of this yesterday. You rec
in my business visit many of the
remote towns AMI plantations AMI
I have noticed that when yon ge'
into one of those little towns, the location
of which you can't for your life remember
| It's so out of the way, unless you look il up
When you get down there and talk with the
| natives you will invariably find that they
| regard their town as pretty near the hub %
| the universe. It's amusing but after all on'
has higher regard for them than for TN
man who il always running down the to" u
| of hls adoption, or the town of his birth. /
tell you that man Is happier who look.
| through the telescope as ii was made to
| look through The fellow is to be pited
| who points the little end of the spyglass at
the world when he wishes to look at it
People come to look at such fellow
through the little end too
II guess you are possessed of a happy
disposition" remarked bys,ander.
mo, not quite that, Such fellows are
blessed indeed, but they can't stand adver-
| sity. Here's something like to read occa-
| sionaliy." And 40 saying he drew from his
pocketbook well worn clipping from d
new spapcr containing these lines, such a.
| only James Whitcomb Riley could write;
| 'oh, heart Of mine we shouldn't
Worry so'
What we've missed Of calm we coul'lnt
Have, you know
| What we've met OF stormy pain.
And Of sorrows driving rain,
! We can better meet again
If 1t blow.
|
For, we know, not every rnarroW
tan he sal.
50. forgetting nil the sorrow
We have had,
let Us fold away fears
And put By nur foolish tshr'
And through all the roIniug wears
1usl pc glad
And sou wouldn't for an instant have
guessed that broad shonldered, jovial man
was fond of poetry or iapsed into philosophy
| Another gentleman on his way to spend
/ his Thanksgiving with the family was Il
/ State official. He said "0ut in our town,