Greene County herald. (Leakesville, Miss.) 1898-current, 1901-12-20

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tons until there the farmhouse stands
In summer honeysuckles Chamber over thu
trelhses. On one side there stands a gar
den, which is only a farm condensed. Or
the other side there is stretch of meadow
land with thick grass, and as the wine
breathes over it it looks like the deef
green ocean waves. There goes brook
tarrying long in its windings, as if loatl
to leave the spot where the reeds sing
and the cattle stand at MONDAY under thu
shadow of the weeping willows. In win
ter the sled comes through the cracking
snow with huge logs from the woods, anC
| the barn floor quakes under the thunpIngs
OF the fail or the deafening buzz OF the
thrashing machine. Horses stand beneath
NOV poles bending under loads of hay
and .whinny to the well filed oat bins
Comfort laughs at the wind rafting the
sashes and clicking the icicles from the
| caves.
Praise God for the great harvests that
have been reaped this last year! Some Of
| them injured by drought or insects OF
| freshets were not as bountiful as usual
| others far in excess of what have ever be
fore been gathered, while higher prices
VIII help make up for any decreased sup.
| ply. Sure sign of agricultural prosperity
we have in the fact that cattle and horses
and sheep and swine and all farm animals
have during. the last two years increased
IN value. Twenty million swine slaught-
cred this last year, and yet SO many hogs
| left
Ii the ancients in their festivals present.
| ed their rejoicings before Ceres, the god
| dess OF corn and tillage, shall we neglect
to rejoice. in the presence of the great
| God now? From Atlantic to Pacific let
the American nation celebrate the victories
| of the plow.
l come next to speak of the conquests
| of the American hammer. Its iron arm
haG h e.
nlng to the present. Under its swing the
| city of Enoch rose, and the foundry of
Tubal Cain resounded, and the ark foated
| on the deluge. At its clang ancient tenn
| pies spread their magnifcence and char
lots rushed out fit for the battle. Its iron
| fist smote the marble of Paros, and it rose
| in sculptured Minervas and struck the
Pentelican mines until from them a Par.
thenon was reared whittier than palace
OF ice and pure as an angels dream:
Damascus and Jerusalem and Rome and
Venice and Paris and London and Phila-
delphia and New York and Washington
are but the long protracted echoes of the
hammer. Under the hammer everywhere
dwellings have gone up, ornate and luxu-
rious Schoolhouses, lyceums, hospitals
and asylums have added additional glory
to the enterprise as well as the bene.
ticence of the American people.
Vast public works have been construct
ed. bridges have been built over rivers
and tunnels dug under mountains and
churches of matchless beauty have gone
up for Him who had not where to lay
His head, and the old theory is exploded
That because Christ was born in a manger
we must always worship Him in barn.
Edward Eggleston and VIII Carleton
and Mark Twain and John Kendrick
Bangs and Marion Harland and Margaret
Sangster and Stockton and Churchill and
Hopkinson Smith and Irving Bachelor and
Julia Ward Howe and Amelia Barr and |
Brander Matthews and Thomas Nelson |
Page and Elizabeth Stuart Phelps and |
William Dean Howells and score of 9TH |
ers, some of them fixed stars and some
meteors.
and universities and observatories have |
followed the. waving Of its plume. Our lit. |
erature is of two kinds--that on foot and !
that on the wing. By the former | mean !
the firm and substantial works which will |
go down through the centuries. When, on |
the other hand, l speak of literature on I
the wing, | mean the newspapers of the |
land. They fly swiftly and vanish, but |
leave permanent results upon the public |
mind. They fall noiselessly as a snow |
fake, but with the strength of an Alpine |
glacier.
This unparalleled multiplication of intel |
ligence will either make or break us. |
Every morning and evening our telegraph |
offices, with huge wire rakes, gather up
the news OF the nation and of the whole I
world, and men write to some purpose |
when they make pen out of thunder
bolt
1t needs great energy and decision and
perseverance for a man to be ignorant in |
this country to-day, 1t seems to me that
il requires more effort for him to keep out
knowledge than to let it in: The mail,
large packages Of intelligence for the PEG.
pie; Academies with maps. globes and
philosophic apparatus have been taking
the places of those institutions where thir-
ty or forty years ago you were put to the
torture. Men selected for their qualifca-
tons are. intrusted with the education of
our youth instead of those teachers who
formerly with drover's shout and goad
compelled the young generations up the
hill of science. Happy childhood! What
with broken tops and torn kites and the
trial of losing the best marble and stump
ing your. foot against stone and some
body sticking pin into you to see wheth-
er YOU will jump and examination day,
with four or FIVE wise men looking over
their spectacles to see if you can parse the
first page in Young's might Thoughts"
until verbs and conjunctions and partici
pies and propositions get into grand riot.
- How things have marvelously changed!
We used to cry because we had to 60 to
school. Now children cry if they cannot
go. Many of them can intelligently dis
cuss political topics long before they have
seen ballot box or, leased by some poetic
muse, can compose articles for the news
papers. Philosophy and astronomy and
chemistry have been SO improved that he
must be a genius at dullness who knows
nothing about them.
On one shelf of poor mans library is
mr. I'M laHo in ba