The Newtown bee., 1901-03-22
not only as seeing Him who is inViSi-

not only as seeing Him who is invisi- ble, but as seeing them who are invisi- bic. How can we, under these cOndi- tions, live unworthily. Many a care less person has been brought to his bet ter self by such thought as this.
 When the dear ones pass beyond, we may regard them as embarking on delightful foreign voyage, bound for a land where there is no cold, disease, parting hour, tears gush to the eyes as we behold the ship slowly putting out to sea. We strain the eye to discern our friends as long as we may, and then we watch the vessel that holds them until it sinks beneath the hori- ZOD. But we would not call them back, we rejoice with them. Soon we, too, shall embark and sail away to join them. We, too, shall soon arrive and drop anchor in the celestial haven, whose shore is lined with the loved eagerly to bid us welcome.
 Sunset and evening star,
 And one clear call for me!
 And may there be no moaning of the bar, When put out to sea-
 But such tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for sound and foam,
 When that which drew from out the boundless
 Turns again home.
 Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark!
 And may there be no sadness of farewell When cmbarl;
 For though from out our bourne of Time and Place
 The flood may bear me far, 1 hope to see my Pilot face to face When have crost the bar.''
 CONFESSIONS OF REFORMED HEN RAISER.
 BY W. c. CADKINS, IN BREEDERS GAZETTE.
 In this gathering of representative men who have devoted many huStling, thinking years to the worthy industry of farming, there are doubtless many who have made success as ''henolo- gists." Among such 1 feel strangely out of place. It was not permitted that l should sit among you as lis tener and absorb rather than radiate wisdom on the subjects you have as sembled to discuss. It was not per mitted that 1 should be left alone with my sorrow and allow bitter chicken experience to remain locke d up in the safety deposit vault of my inner consciousness. But on the con- trary your committee with a lack of sympathy which l never expected in those who call themselves my friends | insisted that my experience in raising 1 poultry was too valuable to keep from a waiting world.
 Not long ago man named Erastus Wyman wrote book entitled :'How to Succeed in Business. The book 1 was just published and placed on sale when it's author failed for $2,OOO, ,OOO 1t does not necessarily follow that this unfortunate incident detracted from the value of the book. People decided that if they read it carefully and then pursued a course directly op- pOSfte from that outlined by ''EraStuS'' they stood rare chance of being Suc- l ceSSflll. From this point of view my remarks may have a two-fold value to those of you who contemplate making a speciality of the chicken industry: they will either discourage you alto gether or point out the only possible way make a failure as complete as mine.
 l woke up one morning with s4,OO0 and an idea. l still have-the idea. It was this: 1 learned from Observa- tiOn that the average hen could make table d'hOte dinner off of manure heap and lay an egg every working day. 1 also learned that this proud city of ours was entirely at the mercy of a few indifferent, nOn-uniOn hens, distributed among the farmers round about for it's supply of fresh, sweet, scented egg. Putting the two tOgeth-