Waterbury evening Democrat., 1893-01-31

painted lie, out Jne urm cOnVlcIioh
and faith of both of US, and to both |
creation would have seemed farce |
unless associated with a belief in a
Supreme Being of infinite love, and an
immortal existence for man beyond the
grave"
DR.. Bennett in a very interesting pri- |
vate letter, says:
"When a boy my dream was to de-
vote my life to my pen. but an educa-l
ton was the first object, q hard thing
for one to gain unaided. Before /
knew enough to teach 1 began teach
ing. was about eighteen, and sensi.
tive as girl My book qualifications
were meager. 1 had plenty of pupils
much older than myself. l had never
looked in the algebra-to study it.
Gould teach algebra? came the ques-
ton from these. oh, yes! But let us
wait a week before we organize a
class That night walked eight
miles to the nearest village and bought
an algebra. Thereafter four o'clock of
the winter mornings, l was at the
lonely country schoolhouse studying
algebra by the light of 'tallow Dip
kerosene not having then been in
vented. took my class through the
book-and they never knew the secret.
That Is about the way I have worked
all my life. When was younger l de-
sired to publish a volume of poems, but
never had the money to do it. Thus I
escaped the critics and probably con-
served my reputation.
You inquire about The Sweet BY
and BY AS to how it was born, l
only know the eXternals, as given here
with. There are phases of the life of
the soul that are profoundly, sweetly
real. but unseen-like the scent of
rose We may watch the unfolding of
a rosebud, but we cannot know-not
yet-the primal fact behind the visible
miracle nor the alchemy of God that
works in the fact. l have often been
drawn from bed by a dear demon who
cried: Write! Writer 1 have--on one
occasion-written nine hymns in sim
gle night, but never came anything to
me just as did Sweet BY and By Yes,
l have heard it sung in many places
| and under many circumstances-bu
someway, under no circumstances that
were inappropriate. 1t oftenest gives
comfort at the grave. 1t is the funeral
| hymn of free masonry-the higher
orders-in America. l have received
many q letter from the mourning that
made my heart very tender and hum
BILE Well, the universal heart of hui
mainly loves to think of and sing of a
sweet, blessed reunion with those who
| have laid down the burden of earth
| life-whether it can demonstrate it or
not 1t is the atavism of the soul to the
type of Its primal innocence and COM
munion with God.
Would you like to hear how the lit
tie hymn sounds in Chinese2 A New
York journal published it in the Chi
nese characters and an interlineal
translation, which, 1 suppose, is
authentic I will transcribe the first
| verse:
There's land that is fatrcr than day,
| Joy hin gwock VOW yut jaw wah me shaw,
| And by faith we can sec 1t afar,
| Vow sun dock gwa Chi nong yin bong geens
| For the Father waits over tho way,
| Foo che yum hoy hen boon gong jib gaw,
To prepare US q dwelling place there.
| Gwy hoi choey gin die jucR We on goey.
| I'm the sweet by md by
Dow how 10y dock wing gong,
| We shall meet on that beautiful shore,
Go chi dan bit Joy chop wnh mo shaw.
In the sweet by and by,
Dow how 10y dock wing gong,
We shall meet on that beautiful shore.
Go chidan bit Joy chop wah me shaw"
The author of THE Sweet By and
BY" pays this beautiful tribute to his
excellent wife:
THE only homo hours doctor has
are the evenings-and he is not sure OF
them. The sweet silence of solitude,
when fancy or feeling would find ex-
preston in rhythm, is not for him,
lcastways, l never find it. Only my
Sweetheart knows when to be gra
cious, and if she observes that when
am writing do not carry the lines tC
the right-hand verge of the sheet and
leave lines blank by tours and by
eights-thcn all is silent, as if each
were occupying position at the nadil
and zenith of interstellar space, and
that is solitude enough. in all con
science! Yet l know that all the time ar
occasional glance, love lit, comes me
ward from just across the writing Ia
BILE, and from the same locality there
vibrates into my being the tender mag
netism of sympathetic heart, and
am within the area of an appreciative
helpful intellect She is my bes
helper, because of her sympathy-anc
because she is my best critic"
Perhaps the thousands who have
sung, prayed or chanted the melody O
|
ure in its sweet strains through learn
ing something of the home and lif,
history of it's author. A copy of tn,
verses in my possession, penned for mt
by the author, reveal chirography a
dainty us the Italian hand of pas
era, and quite consistent with the idea
t character of n poet = Mrs. NJ. l.. Rayne
a in Detroit Free Press
a /
n He Revoked.
They were pla ing game of cards
. although they were just engaged, an,
j he was miserably Jealous of his op
n ponent, on whom Mabel was innocent
e ly smiling.
She led a diamond, lie blindly fol
G lowed with heart
Take back the heart that Shou CAV
5 est" she said coquettishly.
u do you mean it?" he said. wit
It fatal insistcnce.
/, Certainly do" she responded
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