The age-herald., 1901-06-03

grassy lawns arc as green as the slopes laved by the waters of the Cove of Cork. It is wonderfully charming.
 Sans Souci, the home of the Perrys, is a league distant from the town, and the only note that comes hither from there is the echo of the whistles from the seven great cotton mills, and that is so soften- ed as it comes over the fiowery fields that 1t is not an unpleasing sound Nothing unpleasing obtrudes upon this dream place of repos9-this abode place of peace that Is without care, slumbernook set down and hedged about in a world of toll.
 If one had an enemy which one hasn't got, praise God, he could be forgiven every offense, under these influences The spirit of charity is singing in the trees, Is in the leaves and the breezes that rus- tie them with infinite melody that soothes and softens and sweetens the human heart; is in the vines with the clinging tendrils and in the flowers blossomng in riotous sweetness. Evil thoughts and sinful impulses would be doubly profane in this holy quietude and surpassing love- Illness of nature. Some one invented the phrase nature-worship, meaning the highest devotion of mans spirit, and this is the place for that. It Is a place for real worship.
 Last night the great house was full. It is almost empty today. Last night beautiful and radiant maidens laughed and sung in the old chambers and were happy in the unsurpassable glory of youth and innocence. Today they are gone; but the birds seem to have caught some of the notes from their "ripplfng river of laughter" and are singing loves old sweet song with a new meaning, as if their bird-hearts would burst with joy in the sunshine
 The maidens, released at last from their books. and with home in their hearts, robed in white as became innocence, gathered in the spacious old drawing room with It's paintings and It's rare statuary. The company-truly goodly company of gentle folk-assembled in the great library with it's riches of books. The wide folding-door between the two chambers swung open, and there began one of the sweetest evenings any one may ever enjoy. I have never experienced anything quite like it in attractiveness. It was a school commencement in the splendid and luxious home of a cultured family, with only beautiful young gentle women as pupils the mother of the house. hold a mother to them and as happy there with them as if they had been her ite the other music the best I remember {.. time. And when it was done the fair little North Carolinian gentlewoman who was chief in responsibility for those fair brides of the books came forward and in the sweetest and gentlest of old-world voices rendered an account of her stew ardship over her sacred charges. Assur- edly there Is nothing human more sacred than maidens of tender years.
 Peace be unto you, my beloved, even such peace as is found here in this place that is without care. All of our striving is vain and all our purposes idle if we may not turn aside once in a while and just rest, just be at peace with our selves and the world. Occasional repose Is essential in every well-ordered life. Calmness must be hugged to our hearts as precious thing, a condition to renew love and life and strengthen the wings of hope and the spirit of good purposes; for in it's presence folly falters and is abashed and the blessed power of prayer and good resolution Is triumphant. We are unwise if we have not our harbors of spiritual refuge outside which we force our cares to cast anchor No mat
 
 they can avail but little if they come not to you In quiet hour and say it over in calmness, in the still harbor of the hearts repose.
 Hail. beloved! cry, Peace be unto you. THE MURMURER.