The news & observer. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1894-current, 1900-06-24

Fret not thySelf because OF evil
doors.
Fret not myself against him who
deviseth iniquity.
Trust in the Lord and do good Wait
on the Lord.
Those are good sermons and there
are others like them in David and Sol
ONION. A man can shorten his life and
wear himself out by borrowing
trouble. and fretting and worrying
about the iniquity of other people
There is a sight of devilment going on
more than ever before, / reckon
more war, famine, pestilence, unrest
and discomfort all over the world, and
here in our own blessed land crime is
on the increase in our cities, and what
with the negro and the corruption of
politics and the strikes as sideshows
there is enough to run a worrying
man crazy. OF course we should feel
concerned about CRIME and do what we
can to prevent it, but worrying does
not accomplish anything. Let us
preach and practice and be happy still
"Carpe Diem,f' enjoy the day, saith
the poet. Why can't everybody in the
country be as contented and lawabid
ing as our people here in north Geor-
gia. There are no murders, no out
RACES, no lynching, no fights here in
Barlow county. There are no di-
vorces nor burglaries, and no stealing
of any consequence. A good old ante
bellum darlley did come to see me
the other day to get me to sign his
sons bond and get him out OF jail.
what is he in there for?' said |.
''Well, boss you see de mans corn
l. Il IN hoe Iynf Of
Jim's house. but he didn't fine no
cora But jim amt 'cused of stealth
de basket ''The basket is to be the
witness, I reckon" said !. "Jes' so,
boss-dat's all-and de basket carr
talk and tell how it got dar."
/ was Illuminating how easy it is
for any well man to make fair liv-
ing in this region. During harvest
a good worker, white or black, gets
one dollar q day, and at other times
seventy-fve cents a day. and there is
a demand for labor. Uncle Sam is
very old, but he gets seventy-fve cents
every day for working around in the
gardens. His four girls cook and
wash and each makes about two dol
Jars week. There is about twelve
dollars week earned by that family
and they are always happy and don't
give themselves any concern about
politics or social equality or Bishop
Turner or Booker Washington. 1t is
the high-strung. lazy negroes who are
making all the fuss. Now, just con-
trast the condition of laborers &C.
and in other countries. In India they
are starving by the million. In the
Philippines and South Africa they are
fighting and dying in battle or from
disease and pestilence. In Germany
a peasant is rich if he has two of
three acres Of land, and his wife and
daughters carry heavy loads of vega
tables on their backs to market while
the sons are serving in the, army. In
Italy the poor work in malarial
swamps or beg in Naples. In Mexico
the poems get 371b cents a day, in
Mexican silver, which is worth about
half as much as ours. In England
the poor are kept alive by charity and
in Ireland the peasantry lose a crop
about every third year and the little
children go hungry and in rags. What
is the matter with our people? Why
don't they quit fussing-quit envy
ing the rich? Why not lift ZIP their
voices and thank the Lord for His mer-
man or woman can live for five or six
months from good garden-and be-
sides the garden the country abounds
in fruit. Peaches, apples grapes.
blackberries, dewberries and buckle
berries. ] never saw the like. From
our own garden we can have eight
different vegetables every day besides
berries for a dessert. 1t makes me
proud to gather them and show them
round to the family before breakfast.
for it is my garden. | dressed it like
old Father Adam did Eden. I'm still
the boy. / am the man with the hoe
and | don't esteem it any hardship,
either. Mr.. Markham needn't preach
his foolishness to me, nor do | like the
tone of that picture-a pitiful man
leaning on his hoe and bemoaning his
hard lot Work, labor, toll, sweat, is
the common lot and they are the hap
piest who do it. Solomon said the
sleep OF the laboring man is sweet.
love to work with the hoe. / love to
get all over in perspiration
1t opens the pores and saves medicine.
love the smiles of approval when
find new blown rose and bring it to
Mrs. Arp and hear her say isn't it
beautiful?" She reproached me gent
iy yesterday for cutting down her poke
stock down by the garden fence. She
said she liked to look at it when the
berries were ripe. for it reminded her
of the home of her happy childhood,
when she and her little brothers used
to pick the berries and make red
paint from them and paint dogs and
cats and monkeys on the smokehouse
and dairy. Well, there is another one
coming and | will net that grow for
her sake. | want to see her painting
dogs on orr smokehouse. They re-
mind me of the time when Polk ran
against Clay for president and every
farmer Democrat who came to town
brought poke stalk with berries on
it sticking up in his wagon or dang
ling between the horses ears. 1t used
to make the Henry Clay Wings mighty
mad. | remember that DR.. Jim Alex
ander and Glib Wright got so mad
they liked to have used bad words.
They turned red in the face and then
their hair turned red and DIR. Jim's is
red yet. An old line Wing never re-
covered from Claws defeat and nv tbis