The times. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1890-1903, 1899-01-29
TWO SIDES TO
EVERY QUESTION
And This is the Reason a COuntrYman
Moves to Town.
HOW HE LOOKS AT CITY LIFE
The City Smell is More Than He Can
stand and He Longs for the Sweet
Breath Of the Country-But HIS
Mind Changes at oiherIim
HOW HE LOOKS AT CITY LIFE

uorJADAY. VA. January 2s-9pe-
- 1l,hoso Who live in the country ENJOY
many pleasures and advantages VIZ"
80, danied residents of city, aud couh-
try people are, as rule wen cvn'ons
yyith that condition In lie 10 "h'eh ~
has pleased Cod 10 call them. ~ Is UuS
tbat TO the eyes Of youth glamour OF
romance shines about the hshts Oh '"7
city. ...t,,,
NJ dreams. an attainable fairy land, IN
which endless wonders are possible. ana
often those of mature years with tilrsl
for social pleasures or ambitions OF So
ciaI distinction look 10 the CITY with
longing. But the average man and wo-
man I'm the country find little 70 awak-
en- a desire for a change 10 city NE %
them the losses which the change Wou.d
involve seem infinitely greater than any
advantages which they might nope 10
obtain.
To Their minds the daily life OF the ave
rage denizen of the crowded city might
be summed up somewhat after this fash
ion. He rises In the morning. hastens
through his breakfast hurrles out 10
catch car or PUSHES down town a-foot
TO take up his daily task.
He dashes into q shop and darts behind
a counter or climbs upon high stool
and grabs a pen. or runs up two or
three flights OF steps. or is wnisped up
an elevator to an office or factory. or
possibly instead of rising, he plunges
into a basement. But no matter what
his occupation may be, whether above
ground or beneath. he Is for the next
ten or twelve or fifteen hours shut away
from the sunshine and the fresh air He
is bottled up by brick walls with hard
ly a breathing hole left him. He is bu-
riod as truly and effectively for the
time being as IL he lay inert and sense
less under ten feet Of earth and stone and
sod.
AT NIGHT TIME.
Here he tolls and fumes until the sun
has set and night has fallen. Then,
when the streets are flooded with the
painful glare OF the electric light upon
one block and left in semi-darkness
upon the next. when the wayfarer finds
himself alternately dazzled and CROP
ing in darkness, the busy man emerges
i'm frantic haste from the tomb where
he spends the day 20 hurry away 10 the
tomb where he spends the night.
Or he may for a few hours move about
I'm search OF pleasure and amusement
from one house 10 another but where
ever he goes he is walled up and shut
of from fresh air with scrupulous care
AT home or abroad, at work or at play
ne is ever entombed.
In the whole twenty-four hours he does
not enjoy one in which he may bask
in the sunshine or breathe the pure,
health-giying and understanding air.
When he rises his eyes are not glad
dened by the glory Of the dawn and the
splendor OF the sunrise. His lungs are
never once expanded with the refreshing
and invigorating breath OF the morning.
His nostrils are never Initiated with the
sweet scent of frost or dew of grass
and buds, Of blossoms and new-mown
hay. His ears hear none OF the myriad
sounds which greet the early riser in
the country with the return OF day.
IN THE COUNTRY.
At this hour. borne from afar and mel
lowed by space and distance all harsh
sounds lose their dicord8nt notes and
fall upon the ear like n sweet and soft
ened melody. The cocks answering one
another from one farmhouse to another,
the quacking OF ducks and geese, the
putting and gobbling Of Tom Turkey
the chatter and screech OF guinea-towb
the mournfui song Of the swineherd,
and the clamOrOus sducalng OF MS pigs
the cow lowing for her young, the bull
IN his pride and strength shaking the
air with the deep bass Of his below and
suddenly breaking into screaming deli
ance OF his rivals. the sad and saddening
bray Of the lonely mule. the ringing
blows OF the wood-choppers and the
crash OF a falling tree, the whistle and
roll OF the distant locomotive. the chirp
and twitter OF birds the barking Of
squirrels. the call Of bob-whte, and even
the solitary cry Of the masterless hound
o. the jerky yelp OF the waller" cur
as he follows the leaaing bunny upon
a lonely and apparently interminable
chase.
All these sounds and many others ever
varied by season and locality belong 70
the country.
SWEET To ONES EAR.
To those dwelling remote from city or