The progressive farmer. [volume] (Winston, N.C.) 1886-1904, 1900-01-09
FROM YAM cBY's MOUNTAINS,

FROM YAM CkY'S MOUNTAINS.
DEAR AUNT JENN,E:-My admirs.
ton for the so 3iaI Chat is inexnreu.
sible. ] have drank pleasure and Ar
dor from it's stock If contributors. and
che after hours OF my musings have
been glowed and filed with the
draught. Such a corner, ornamented.
as it is, with such counsel and general
advice so essential to success 10 the
strife of youth for its many slluring
goals, is to the eye Of the careful
reader one OF the most desirable fea-
lures Of an up to date paper.
The truth conveyed, in the grand
expression. REORGANIZATION is the
thief Of time" must apply to my hav.
ing remained so long ia the silent lis.
teners' corner. Allured by the prom.
rsiDg traits OF wise instructions, 10y.
GUS associations and such other fea.
lures of enjoyment al are port ed in
the columns of Soctal Chat, am not
able to keep silent longer. Thus,
bowling to the whole of its
members, and ex lending to them a hi
larity Of best wishes. and rejoicing
already over the Welc )me I expect, l
come for admission into 80 ~felIcltous a
body as the Social Chat.
Well, I suppose the Clatterers are
all now feasting upon the remnants of
Christmas goodies, and boIsterous in
reci5als of Christmas adventures.
Such now occupy my fireside life.
The times I enjoyed on the great holi-
day were more enjoyable by associa,
tons than by goodies or any unusual
cookery. As has been said, christmas
comes but Once a year." but / trust
with all re buttons for betterment and
a keen satisfaction v Oenef1cent acts,
that will render the whole year pleGa
ant have been the best of Christmas
pleasure and the best outgrowth Of its
festivities.
Cousins, cid you ever consider the
vital signlf 3ance OF the present. In it
lies the futures coming. In it lies re.
suits Of hopes cherished now. In it
lies the b 1873 dreamed of now. With
it. as with the visits OF Christmas, are
realized, though shattered sometimes,
all our anticIpations, ali our efforts.
Listen to Longtellow:
Maiden, that read'st this simple
rhyme,
Eojoy thy youth. it will not stay;
Ell ~ the fragrance OF thy prime,
For 0, It is not always May.
'E Joy the Spring OF Love and Y 0uth,
To some good angel leave the rest;
FJr Time will teach thee soon the truGb,
There are no Dir Dis IN last J ear nest"
Yes, all, Cousins, eDj)y the bright
ness Of youth. DaFken not time with
careless, needless pursuits, and that
brightness will soon shine as perma.
needy as life. Disregard the leeds Of
The present, heed not the needs of the
future, trample upon all suggestions as
20 the eDj)ymenE Of the fu .ure, and as
enduring as life will rage savage ills
and piiiless toll. Again, hear, Long
fellow:
MOT eUi1ymPnt and not sorrow
Is our dest ned end or way,
But to act that eRcn tom yFrOW
Finds US farther than 10 day"
He, who would have his life untain'
ted by wretchedness or pain must act
ACT nOW-and with the untirlng,
jealous care that knows no ~procrasti
nation.
Now, al to my abode, I live in old
YanCey-a child of her crowded
mountains and wonderful scenery. l
love to vie " the beauties Of her spring,
and to pluck OF the richness OF her
fall. 1 love to gaz9 on winters changes
on the landscapes, to see those peaks
stern in grandeur and crested With
snow; to follow the merry rllls ice
fringed and weed hooked, and to g
der over wood bare hills. | rejoics
that my home is stationed in a South
land field, and ia a Yaucey nook.
Wishing you, OJusins, all blessings
double those of the year just past and
Aunt Jennie all this, too, and a dCubly
fixed zeal Ia, and two-fold rewards
for, her Efforts at her post, l am,
Ever a friend,
ALVIN HORTON.
Yancy Co., N. @.