The progressive farmer. [volume] (Winston, N.C.) 1886-1904, 1894-04-24

CaGlon AT first thought to steal any
thing OF as great value as a kiss might
seem downright robbery, but, no, a
stolen kiss impoverishes neither the
k1sser or the kissee. Kiss once and
there is just as much sweetness left as
before. It's like the widows oil-they
cannot be diminished in quantity or
quality. Stealing Injuries somebody,
kissing does not, therefore kissing is
not a violation of any law. When
columbus, In the gray dawn of 1892,
landed upon Jul shores and kissed the
american soil, he baptized this nation
with a kiss and we claim this privilege
by honor Of that kiss. I'm glad that
Columbus lived, for this fact alone.
When R. E. Lee kissed for the last
time his blood stained sword and placed
1t In its scabbord, that kiss told this
war cursed Southland that all was lost,
that we were rebels; but I'm glad that
the kiss of peace now blesses our land,
and will continue to bless our land.
When true love has lisped her last
words of devotion on humanity's alter,
when hope has throbbed her last breath,
when virtues sun has sank beneath
the horizon of vice, when all that's
dear to the highest instincts of the
human soul has been overthrown, and
when character is a mythand principle
a farce and religion a falsehood, I say,
then, and only then, shall the queen of
kissland lay aside her royal crown of
majesty. We enter life with a kiss
upon our brow and methinks, ten
thousand angels are waiting to greet
us in the Beulah land with a smile
and a kiss. Then, in the name of all
that's loved and lasting, why not keep
alive this grand custom that for ages
has done more to bless humanity than
all the works of charity or phoilan-
throphy9 Sail on over life's waves, o
kiss, until every rippled billow is a
serene ripple of love! Blow loud, ye
joy-ladened zephyrs from the isle of
kissland, and watt your fragrance in
every heart and homeI O, kiss, ceace
not thy onward march till every
weeping eye is free from tears, till
every sorrow-tossed soul is singing a
song of joy, till every artist has painted
thy matchless glories, till every poet
has lauded thy charms, till every bah
bling brook and singing bird and sigh
ing wind, have told thy influence to a
wondering worldI o Kiss, lay not thy
armor down until every snow-capped
mountain-peak has heard thy story
and until the hidden pearls of old
oceans depths have repeated thy songl
Who does not love to- lisp the story of
a kiss7 Twas a beautiful, dreamy even
ing. The stars twinkled as only stars
can twinkle in Italia's love-lit skies or
in the skies of our Southland. Every
cloud was wrapped in a feecy, pur
pie garb of beauty, and the sweet
strains of the nightingale-the song
bird of the twilight-were beginning to
echo across the heaths and heights of
the wildwood. The tolls of the day
were ended and every married man
had gone to his own freside to enjoy
the sweetness of home, sweet home.
'And the young bloods, well, they went
counting, or words to that effect. Two
pale, sweet cheeks glowed near the
half opened window, two bright eyes
watched tenderly for some ones com
ing. Her heart throbbed quicker end
quicker as the moments sped. Then a
gentle knock at the door and they meet
as Romeo and Juliet met, as Miles
Standish and Rebecca met, as Lalla
Rookh and her lover met, that is, with
a kiss. The world stood still, nature
was silent for the space of a pair of
minutes; but, ah, no language can por-
tray this scene, no fancy can ever pic
ture it's glory, sol will not attempt, but
will only say that a kiss is ecstacy IN
measurable, sublimity unwritten, gran
deur beyond delight. Kisses cause
grand deeds. 1t was a kiss behind the
oratory of Patrick Henry which held
spell bound countless hearts, and a kiss
held sway in r. Sheridan's mind as he
matchlessly plead for his clients. Caesar
crossed the RubicOn and Washington
crossed the Potomac in order to be
worthy of some loved ones kiss.
Florence Nightingale, with a kiss of
comfort, eased many a Borrowing heart
while on its death bed. 1t was only
the lingering strains from some loved
lips, or perhaps the echo from some by
gone kiss that made Jenny Lind or
Patti sing GO sweetly. Take the in6u-
ence of a kiss from the lives of Michael
Angelo Raphael or Gustave Dare, and