Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1900-04-28

men within the gate, that l think TO
| their sakes ST. Peter will let me in,
The Rev. FRANK SEWALI.'s
| Like Eden planted eastward in the so,,
| Filled with bright memories of youthfll
days"
| Is too clear cut Il Jewel to mar by an,
| quotation, and there is not time t,
| read it in full 50 | must refer Won +,
| the book. and hurry on to others VIII,
| have honored us with contributions.
MRS. MARY CAROLINE ROBBINS
| the well-known artist and landscan.
gardening authority. sends us an inter
| esting account of the statesmen al
| Maine which is of real histories
value land their deeds" she saws
''are familiar as household words an,
why, since we read today the old. old
tales of the men Of Rome with enjoy.
ment. should we not be glad TO GsteY
TO the proud and ever lengthening roll.
call of the statesmen of Maine?''
RUFUS KING SEWALI, ON
famous lawyer-author, tells us what
we all know. but few Of us can express
so We'll, that
Maine, by her eminent sons and
daughters, West and South. her brain
in Congress, as well as by her initial
relations to Colonial life in New Eng
land, is properly designated under her
star of empire. in her escutcheon
Dirigo. Facts past and present war
rant the Distinction
FRED II. COSTELLO. of whose
story books of famous fights Won have
all heard, sings of the magic of the
pines. and concludes beautiful little
poem thus:
And yet the self-enchanters still may
smile
They wrought their magic with a
blessed sign,
Their white art gave them balmy peace
while,
The peace and gentle healing of the
pine
PROFESSOR EGBERT C. SMYTH. the
founder of The Andover Review ana
well-known writer on historical and theo-
logical subjects, tells us some capital
stories illustrativ of Maine love of fair
play, respect for downright carnestness
and fidelity. ut is in the blood" he
says, lin the young tree and the old. 1t
tolerates honest diversions of opinion.
even within party organizations. where
the aim and standard are true and right 4"
Then he says he had two other stories
to tell. but he concludes.
II like the material of what | have lust
written so well. that | leave them for an
other opportunity. That is good Maine
sense, too
The spirit of the poem contributed by
MRS. CAROLINE DANA HOWE of
Portland may be judged from its OPEN
ing lines:
when climbs the sunny morning hour
To greet our glorious realm Of states
To Names far verge it brings its dover
Through yonder broad Atlantic gates. d"
ISAAC RASSETT CIIOATE sends lit
tie poetiral gem which tells us
The secret of that mystery
Names magic Of the land and sea"
LINNIE HARRIS Of East Machins
sends Il delightful sketch entitled THE
Way Down East" the moral Of which is:
Maine has cause 10 be proud OF her
sons ana daughters. ana wherever they
roam. they never forget their fathtrland.
Now that the Sunrise Route has opened
the way for easy transportation. they
gladly turn back. and for rest ana rtcrca-
tiun seek once more the old homesteads
which are still standing. like memorials
NJ the past. in the way down east
ALBERT w. PAINE Of Bangor. sends
Us some interesting "reminiscences of
eighty years ago. contrasting the then
ana the now in his native State and in
the world at large.
DIR. GEORGE CROSWELL CRESSEY
of Northampton. sends poem entitled
The Home State" beginning
"A grand old State proud If Her sons
Who east ana west ana seward roam.
Where'er the tide Of commerce runs,
OR civic life has found a home
In an eloquent paper called Maine
Abroad, REV. J. II. CROKER. the Uni
tartan clergyman-author Of Ann Arbor
en are and what they have done, from
brief paragraph:
The church, the school, the court
house, everywhere follow the men from
Maine. With the pen of 4 ready writer
they have given the world immortal verse
and imperishable prose-free from the
faint of vice pure the air from her
pine forests, and bracing as the salt
breezes from her picturesque coasts"
ELIZABETH GRINNELL, a gifted
daughter of the Pine Tree State. now re-
siding at Pasadena. Calf, sends a poem
addressed to Mother Maine" the open
ing verse of which will tell the story:
Il have wandered away, . mother, away
to the tranquil sea,
Where the lazy waves chant softly their
carol of April glee,
Where the ships on the blue Pacific their
sleepy beat patrol,
And the halcyon south winds proffer
their aims to the shivcrinG soul.
rim coddles the gold Of the gods,
And above, low bent but untrOubled, the
face of the zenith mods
Where the hills to the northward signal
with their snow white finger tips,
And the valley between makes answer
sweet tongued from its roseate lips.
1t is here | have wandered, o mother,
but my heart goes back to thee.
To thy bosom so changeful, yet constant,
where l learned life's A Il g."
MISS MARY f. ABBOTT RAND. au-
thor of Homespun Yarns and other
books. sends an interesting story about
another daughter of Maine. Sophie May
and JOHN PRESTON TRUE, himself
famous story writer, tells us he is "a
pine cone, too" and sends us poem en-
titled "A Story" which begins:
"a story, Hail a story,
1t is the cry Z. IL
Older than history,
Mother Of tradition,
Maker of history