The Fulton County news. [volume] (McConnellsburg, Pa.) 1899-current, 1901-11-28

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 yeari Some of
them injured by drought or insects or
freshets were not as bountiful as usual,
others far in excess Of what have ever be-
fore been gathered, while higher prices
will help make up for any decreased sup.
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 slanght-
cred this last year, and yet so many hogs
If 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.
/ come next to speak Of the conquests
OF the American hammer. Its iron arm
has fought its way down from the begin
ming to the present. Under its swing the
city Of Enoch rose, and the foundry of
Tubal Cain resounded, and thtnark hoated
on the deluge. AT its clang ancient tenn
pies spread their magnificence 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 winter than a 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
IN hA tas.r
ficence of the American people.
Vast public works have been construct
ed. bridges have been built Uver 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 manger
we must always worship Him in barn.
Edward Eggleston and Will Carleton
and Mark Twain and John Kendricb
Bangs and Marion Harland and Margaret
Sangster and Stockton and Churchill and
Hoppkinson 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 a score OF 9TH
ers, some of them fixed stars and some
meteors.
As the pen has advanced our colleges
and universities and observatories have
followed the waving of its plume Our lit
erature is Of two kinds-that on foot and
Ehat on the wing. By the former | mean
the firm and substantial works which will
go down through the centuries. When, on
the other hand, / speak OF literature on
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 snow
flake, 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
world, and men write to some purpose
when they make pen out of thunder
bolt.
1t needs great energy and decision and
perseverance for man to be ignorant, in
this country to-day 1t seems to me that
it requires more effort for him to keep out
knowledge than to let it in. The mail
bags at the smallest postoffices disgorge
large packages of intelligence for the peo-
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 quali6ca-
tions are intrusted with the education of
our youth instead of those teachers who
formerly with a drover's shout and goad
compelled the young generations up the
hin 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 a 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
until verbs and conjunctions and partici-
pies and propositions get into a grand riot.
How things have marveiously changed
We used to cry because we had to go to
school. Now children cry if they cannot
go. Many of them can intelligently dis.
cuss political topics long before they have
seen a ballot box or, teased by some poetic
muse, can compose articles for the news
papers. Philosophy and astronomy and
chemistry have been so improved that he
must be genius at dullness who knows
nothing about them.
more practical knowledge than in the AGO.
900 volumes of ancient Alexandria, and
education is possible for the most INDECENT,
and no legislature or congress for the last
fifty years has assembled which has not
had it in rail splitters and farmers and
drovers or men who have been accustomed
to toiling with the hand and the foot.
Lift up your eyes, o nation of Gods
right hand, at the glorious prospectsl
Build larger your barns for the harvests;
dig deeper the watts for the spoil of the
vineyards; enlarge the warehouses for the
merchandise; multiply galleries of art for
the Dictures and statues. Advance, o ma
ton of Gods right hand, but remember
that national wealth, if unsanctifed, is
Fumptuous waste, is moral ruin. is magnifi-
eent woe, is splendid rottenness, is gilded
death! Woe to us for the wine watts if
for the harvests il greed sickles them!
Woe to us for the merchandise il avarice
swallows it, Woe to US for the cities II
misrule walks theml Woe to the land il
God defying crime debauches i'll Our only
safety is in more Bibles, more churches,
more free schools, more good men and
more good women, more consecrated print.
ing presses, more of the glorious gospel of
The Son of God. which will yet extirpate
Ill wrongs and introduce all blessedness.
But the preachers on Thanksgiving
morning will not detain with long SER
mons their hearers from the home group
The housekeepers will be angry II the
quests do not arrive until the viands are
,old. Set the chairs to the table-the easy
.hairs for grandfather and grandmother,
{ they be still alive; the high chair for
;he youngest, but not the least. Then put
,ut your hand to take the full cup OF
thanksgiving. Lift it and bring it toward
gour lips, your hands trembling with emo
ion. and IL the chaice shall overflow and
,rickle few drops ON the white cloth that
towers the table do not be disturbed. but
let il suggest TO you the words Of the
bsalmist and lead yOu thankfully To snV