Martinsburg herald. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1881-1920, 1894-03-31
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| ABSOlU
MOLER AVENUE.
.The early bird catches the worm. =
The early garden caught the Easter
storm.
We we're just suppressing heavy sigh
and wiping tear from one end of oul
eye, over the fate of an early garden
when the cook brought in a platter full
of savory sausage and delicious pudding
that John and Henry veeney had mac e
Didn't that sigh disappear Didn't we
do justice? There is nothing better for
disappointed hopes and labor wasted than
a stomach well filed with Veeney's SAT.
sage. They put your meat up in excel.
lent style. Try them.
wILFUL YOUNG GARDEN sEEDs-wELI
PUNISHED SINNERS.
March winds had blown over
Their dear little heads,
So warm, softly whispering,
| Wake from your beds
Arouse sleeping beauties, Spring now is
herer'
Still folded up closely,
In hard little shells,
Determined TO yield not,
To charms, or to spells
Hoping and trusting, but trembling with
fear.
For they had been told by
The old parent pod,
Lie still and listen, dears,
Shake not the sod,
Till April bends over you, smiling tllro'
tears.
Gentle showers receive,
Coming from above,
Freighted with rich blessings,
O'erfiowing with love-
Trust not her lies, though she mock at
your fears.
List not to the tempter,
But patiently wait;
There's shield from evil,
But ope' not the gate,
For passion. flattery-you thus break the
sod
Snaplife's sweetest harp string,
With your hearts wild throb,
With a pleasure enthralling,
But your lives will be robbed,
Of purity, usefulness, and trust in God,
"ln pleasures gay round,
You Il whirl and you II smile,
Deceived and deceiying,
Rut short short that while
Remorse like a demon of judgment and
woe,
Will wreak terrible vengeance
Upon your young heads.
How you II shiver and tremble,
When snatched from your beds,
And smother'd beneath blanket of
snow.
Then trust not the wiles.
OF March sunshine or rain;
They are snares for your feet,
And will bring keenest pain.
Snuggle up warm in each firm little
she'll
Innocence shield you,
And mothers voice, heed you,
And you'll live to grow old
And famous indeed
And will hear at it's close Well done;
alrs well!'"
My dear little garden seeds
Shook in their beds,
And nestled more closely
Their round little heads,
And very strong was each dear little will,
To turn deaf ear,
TO all calls to turn out,
In little green bonnets,
And short roundabout.
Safe, each little Jack; safe, each little
Jill
Constant washing of water,
Will wear away stone,
Warm showers moistened,
The ardent sun shone,
Till throbbing young life burst each lit
tie shell;
And kicking and laughing, they
Came up in row,
To see the fair earth,
And have pleasure, you know,
DRESSED in fine gauZy suits, each naughty
young swell.
They scoffed at the mother pod,
Called her fool,
And said she d been taught,
In an old-fashioned school,
And they didn't intend by her to be led!
All, soon, what a changel
The warm sun withdrew,
The sky full of clouds,
The angry winds blew
And hail pelted down on each poor little
head.
Shattered and bleeding,
Crushed to the earth,
Remorsefully cursing,
The day of their birth
A pitiful sight, lay each little elf.
But when Easter passed by,
Still'd was each little heart,
Learning lesson,
That may impart.
Youth should listen to age
All the way through;
In school of suffering,
They learned what is true.
Age is a volume though rusty and old.
Read, ponder, and profit
BY its precepts; pure gold
Peace will follow your footsteps,
Joy will your heart hold
And all of your life be shaped in Gods
mold.