The Monitor-register., 1896-05-22
board and put down that demonstration

OSAotO aO ioLb Ill.,
Then why should Fred and Tom come
to him afeer school with a plan of their
own,-a Saturday stra W. ride, down to
tne Shore farm, and back by moonlight
and why could he not say at once, as they
expected him to do, that it was a right
j 1lly scheme, and he would certainly be
with them
Only because Arthur Grayson was with
tnem' as eager as any, and, beside the
good time, there would be a jolly farm.
house supper, which meant, in this case.
older, as we'll as brown bread and Indian
pudding and pumpkin pie. "The most
OF us won't drink the stuff" thought
Rob, on the instant, ''but Art will. and
more than he means to, every time.
Mother says he inherits the taste. ANY
way, we all know be likes such things.
That's all there is against it-but-poor
Art, oh" and then. out loud:-"Yes, it
would be jolly, boys, but don't you
know, the electrics make their last trip
for the season, Saturday? We ought to
go over to nivermouth once this term,
and its our last chance. We could take
lunch with us, and eat it on the Light
house rocks. The girls would like to go,
too. Ray would, l know, and your
sisters, Fred"
So the new plan displaced the other,
and Rob turned homeward, we'll content.
He overlook the widow Farrand, and she
had a grievance as usual, against the
minister, and another against Mr.. Carr,
who had Sighted her Patty, in the Friday
appointments. The minister's slight was
against herself. Rob knew the circum-
stances In both cases. and, somewhat
grudgingly, he related them. Gould he
let her suspicious harden ? Her lot was
weary enough, poor soul, without their
weight.
but I'm not responsible for every.
body" he said to himself, impatiently as
he left her. Yet the text would not be
forgotten, and still fingered in his
thoughts. 1t had a fragrance of its WI
too, and an insistence Of suggestion. 1t
stayed with him for many days and
weeks. 1t grew to have q familiar,
almost friendly look to him as he came
upon it in his Bible. 1t changed many a
mood and purpose of his into something
finer, nobler, more generous. 1t explained
many a failing he was ready to censure,
suggested a remedy for many a fault that
had awakened only impatierce or disgust,
and though he never spoke of it, it
became linked in his thoughts with that
other saying of our Lords which was
spoken just before it. and went far
toward interpreting for him it's meaning
-"As my Father hath sent me even so
send l you"
The following selection from an address
delivered by Hon. W. J. Buchanan, before
the New Jersey State Board of Agricul-
ture-now circulated in their twenty
second annual report-seems to suit my
fancy to night as an appropriate closing
during this busy nesting-time of the birds
81 would moi exchange the recoll ection
of my boyhood, with its days in the
woods with dog and gun, it's coon hunts
at night, its sleigh-rides to the district
spelling school, its 'huskings' and apple
peelings.' where you always managed to
cet uaar tho uirl unu uara -oull
marry someday-and, by the way, you
always married someone else-the visions
of sugar-making the old fashioned
school and the yearly trip to the circus,
for the boyhood of any city. bred
youngster.
can look back upon that time and
sympathize with the delightful story
teller, Eugene Field, who speaking from
his heart says:
al once knew all the birds that came
AND nestled in our orchard trees;
For every flower L had a name
My friends were woodchucks, toads and
bees,
L knew where thrived In yonderg glen,
What plants would soothe u stone-bruised
Oh, l was very learned then;
But that was very long ago!
81 knew the spot upon the hill
Where Chez kerberries could be found,
L knew the PUSHES near the mill
Where pickerel lay that weighed a poundl
/ knew the wood-the very tree
Where lived the poaching, saucy crow,
And all the woods and CLOVIS knew me-
But that was very long ago.
"And pining for the joys of youth,
L tread the old familiar spot
Only to learn this solemn truth:
l nave forgotten, am forgot.
Yet here's this youngster at my knee
Knows all the things l used to know;
To think L once was wise as he
But that was very long ago.
81 know it's folly to complain
OF whatsoever the Fates decree;
Yet were not wishes all in vain
1 tell you what my wish should be;
Ia wish TO be a boy again,
Back with friends l used to know;
For 1 was, oh! so happy then
But that was very long agoi"
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And here is one stanza of a beautiful
tribute to the memory of "the singer"
Eugene Field, by Emma Playter Seabury:
"Oh, silent singer of Little Boy Blue
And 'Wynken, Blynken and Nod,'
All over the world they are mourning for
you,
Who are singing the songs of God;
For the soul of the poet say on and on,
When free from its prison bars,
Thrilled with the glow of eternal dawn,
Seeing beyond the stars"
Sincerely,
RUTH.
Creamridge, 9Th Mo. 10Th, 1896.