The Portland daily press. [volume] (Portland, Me.) 1862-1921, 1900-05-01

the wind In she tall tree tops, and the
rugged faces Of the great men whS we're
rosksd 70 sleep By that lullaby. You
smell 10 here snd sse u all, - you write
right rlsoe when I 90 70 the gate thai
70 made Of one pearl, and ~. Peter asks
me where came FROM do you think l
shall NO te proud to answer. -Mainaf
There will be 90 many Of Maiue's gran
men and women within the gate, that l
think for their sakss st. Peter win let
TIE Rev. Frank sswail's sonnet to
| heiue-
Like Eden planted eastward in the sool
Filled with bright memories Of youthful
days."
Ia too clear cut a jswsi too mar by any
| quotation. and there 10 not time to read
II In full, 90 I must refer you TO the
book, and hurry on to others who have
honorsd Ne vita contributions.
Mrs. Mary Caroline hobbirs, this we'll
known artist and Landscape gardening
authority, sends Ne an interesting ac-
count Of the statesman Of Maine, which
IL Of real, historical value. land their
deed 81 she says. "are fam liar ~ house.
hold words, and why, sinos ne read today
the old, old tales OF the man Of Rome
to listen 20 the proud and ever lensthen-
ing roll-call of the statesmen OF Maine?"
| Rufus King Sewall, our famous law
ysr-author, tells US what We all know,
but few Of rs can express 50 we'll, that
"inine, by her eminent sons and
daughters, west and south, her brairs In
Congress, as well ss by heT initial rela.
lions to Colonial life In New England, 10
properly .dssf mated under her star OF
empire. In her ssoutcheon. Iirigo. Facts
past and present warrant the di''ine-
Fred II. Costello, Of whose story books
OF famous lights you have all heard,
sings tf the magic Of the pines, aud oon-
oludes q beautiful littis poem thus:
"And yet the self-snchanters still may
| suile,
They wrought their magic with a blessed
Their Write art gave them bAimy peace
| while,
The peace and gent /, hesling OF the pine. Z"
Professor Eqbert u. Smyth. the foun-
i der OF The Andover Review and we'll
known writer ON historical and thse-
logical subjscts. tells us slne capital
stories Illustrative or Maine love OF fair
plsy. rrspsct for downright esrnestness
| and fidelity. cit is In the blood" he say 9,
Sin the young tree and the old. IL
toierates honest diversions OF opinion,
esen within party organizations whsre
the aim aud standard are true and
right" Then he SAYS be had two othsr
4
the material OF what have lust written
SO we'll, that leave them for another
opportunity. That Is good Maine sers',
too.''
The spirit Of the poem CONT butsd BY
Mrs. Caroline Dana Howe OF Portland
may be judged from Its opening lines:
s'when climbs the sunny morning hour
10 greet our glorious realm OF state,
To Names far verge it brings It's dover
Through yonder bread Atlantic gates"
Isaac Basaett Choate sends little poeti-
cal gem whion tells US
"Ths secret Of that mystery
Maine's magic of the land and sea"
| Linnie Harris Of East Machiss sends
q delightful sketch entitled "Ihe Way
| Down East," the moral Of which Is:
"Maine has cause to DO proud OF her
soma and daughters, and wherever they
roam, they never forget their fstheriand.
Now that the Sunrise Route has opened
the way for easy transportation, they
gladly turn back, and for rsst and recrea-
tion seak oncs more the old homeseeads
which are still standing, like memorials
OF the past, In the way down East"
Albert W. Paine OF Bangor sends US
some Interesting remipisoeuces OF eighty
years ago. oontrastiug the then and the
now in his native state and In the world
at Urge.
DIR. George Grosws1 Cresssy of North
mpton sends a poem entitled 1.-The
Home Statss" beginning
"a grand old state proud OF her sons
Who east and west and ssawaId roam,
Wherever the tide OF commerce rims,
| Or civic life has found home"
| In an eloquent paper called Maine
Abroad, Rev. j. Ii. CROKER. the Unitari-
an olerRymau author of Ann Arboy,
Mich, tells OF what Maine men and
women are and what they have done,
from which can only quote the follow
ing brief paragraph:
"lhe church, the school, the court
house. every " here fellow the men from
Maine. With the pen OF really writer
they have given the world Immortal
verge and imperisnable prose-free from
the taint Of Woe, pure as the air from her
| pine forests, and bracing as tho salt
nrsezes from her picturesque coasts. "
Elizabeth driunsll, gifted daughter OF
| the Pms Tree state, now residing at
Pasadena CALIFORNIA;, ssnds poem ad =
dressed to ''Mother Nsi1e," the opening
verse CT which win tell the story:
al have wandered away, o mother,
away to the tranquil ssa,
Where the lazy waves chant softly their
carol OF April glse,
Where the ships on the blue Pacific their
sleepy beat patrol,
And the hAIcyon south winds prefer
their alma TO tbs stiyering soul.
Whsre the still, white sand of the sea
rim, ooddles the gold Of the gods,
And above, low bent but nntroubied, the
face Of the zenith mods,
| Where the hill to the northward signal
| with their snow white finger tips,
And the valley between makes answer
sweet tongued from Its roseate lios.
1t 10 here / have wandered. mother, but
my heart goes back to thee
To thy bosom SO changeful, yet constant,
where l learned lies b y.
Miss Mary +. Abbott Rand. author of
Home pun Yarns and other books, sends
an Interesting stony about another dBugh-
ter of Maine. Sophie May. and John
Preston True, himseIf famous story
writer, tells rs he is "a pine come. too"
and sends US posm entitled "A Story, I"
| which bsgins:
"a story Hall storyi
| IL is the cry
Older than history.
Mother of tradition,
Maker Of history