The western sentinel. [volume] (Winston-Salem, N.C.) 1887-1926, 1894-12-06

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lISsis zap HEN the fields,
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WI f:S;.E waved h c
~ III s'SsEaa'. ripened grain,
lie yellow and bare under the wan
ing light of the year, it is lifting
that we would muse upon the past,
and, remembering the promise of
spring, the beauty of summer and the
fulfillment OF autumn, should draw
therefrom hope and inspiration for. the
future. Verify. the life of man is as
that of the .'grass which perisheth,"
and the life of nations is the aggregate
of the existence of its individuals. and
all have within their death the germ of
the after-existing- Not a root of en-
deavor and longing sinks down into
eternity, drops its flower and seed and
is forgotten of earth, but has its res
direction, and there is not storm that
bows the head nor a lightning flash
that rends the soul with pain but carry
on their wings radiance for the flower
! and vigor for the seed.
The year over which now the ashes
of remembrance are scattered has been
to our nation time of travail From
the hearthstone of the artisan have gone
up the wall of hungry childhood and
the prayer of destitute mothers. The
+ hammer and the anvil have been COW
cred with rust The heart-beats of
commerce have been SO faint and feeble
that tirnid souls, gazing from afar upon
our afflicted nation, have cried that she
was upon the verge of dissolution. that
her proud edifices of Fraternal Love
and Domestic Content were crumbling
to the dust. The seasons have frowned
upon the husbandman, and there has
been distress east and west, north
and south; fire and famine, flood
and instruction have touched the
land, and yet the patriot people of our
country, though still thrilling with the
memory of recent grief, can look up to
Heaven and thank God for what the
year has brought 1t is not in the sun
light of prosperity that the soul real
ICES to the full its blessings, but only
when it has just emerged from the
shadow of calamity is it able to com
prehend the Christening love that
wounds to heal"
Again has that lesson of the immuta-
bility of the law of progressive crea-
tion-the Survival of the fittest'-
been read by those who see in the
events of each passing day the details
of the scheme by which the world is to
be lifted to grander planes of thought
and action. The triumph vere barren
were its teachings unheeded The
winds, signing above the graves of
those who persisted in their madness,
or fell victims to the inexplicable fren-
zy of wanton force, bear to us not only
the sound of weeping, they are fraught
with whispers of promise. Liberty.
our mother, our goddess, our best be-
loved, smiles while the tear-drops are
yet wet upon her checks. Law, OBJ
scured for moment by the gathering
clouds, still stands in untarnished
glory and dignity, her scepter touch
ing the eastern and western seas. her
garments brigh tening the whole land,
as the light from the sacred veil. behind
which was God, glorified the temple in
DAYS of old.
Bowling our faces to the dust we offer
up our thanks, and as we listen to the
swcet-toned bells ringing out the
familiar strains: Praise the Lord, all
ye people. Worship Him in the beauty
of holiness, our souls echo the sounds.
Our harvest may be scanty, the CLEAN
ers may not have returned with sing
ing, but the breast OF earth and of
futurity will yield to us treasure all the
richer for the present boarding; gladder
because we have learned our lesson
Alright; swecter for the fruit will have
been ripened by the storm as we'll as
the sun We take our little ones by
the hand and leading them forth, point
to the barren fields and say: ''Remem-
Der, oh. my son, the Christening of the
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the wisdom Of sorrow, and forget not
the Manufacturing that is more CRATE
full to deity than the wealth laid on
golden affairs High resolves for the
future; repentance for the mistakes of
the past; loyalty to the teachings of
our fathers who sealed their faith in
our country's destiny with their blood;
the cherishing of the ideals that have
raised men from primordial chaos and
will elevate them Go ideal excellence;
these, oh, my children, be thy offer
ings!" Gratitude which has within it no
remuneration of self, no striving after
reciprocal virtue as far as it lies within
human power, no soul dedication, is as
barren as the fallow fields, as unfruit-
full as the thorns and thistIes.
Thanksgiving.
The scythe of the mower-tts music is Ger
The fruits of the harvest are gathered in store.
Abundant reward for season OF toll
The earth has returned from her generous soil.
And now. with the autumn leaves DER her
breast,
She turns to the sleep of renewal and rest.
While we, with her bounties heaped high on
the board
Pass round the good fare and the Iubfiant
word
With thankfulest laughter. with merricst
cheer.
And share with each other the gifts of the
year.
Mrs George Archibald, In Judge
And Was Detained.
Mime. Gobbler-My children, have
sad news for you.
The Little Gobblers-W What?
Nine. Gobbler Cbreaking into sobs)
Your poor, dear father attended a
THANKSGIVING dinner yesterday.-Chi-