Woodruff County news., 1901-11-30
A SONG OF THANKS.
National Congratulations for the Achievements of Past Year.
Thanksgiving Sermon of pr. TaI- mage in Which He Speaks of Many Marvellous Changes
 Victories of Peace.
tCopyright, 19O1 by Louis Klopsch, N. VI
 Washington, Nov A

udGloHdl cOuSEdl uldUlOH over the achievements of brain and hand dur ing the past 12 months. The texts are: l. Corinthians 9:10, "He that ploweth should blow in hope;" Isaiah 41:7, "He that smootheth with the hammer;" Judges 5:14, "They that handle the pen of the writer"
 There is a table being spread across the top of the two great ranges of mountains which ridge this continent, a table which reaches from the At lantic to the Pacific sea. It is the Thanksgiving table of the nation. They will come from the east and the west and the north and the south and sit at it. On it are smoking the prod ucts of all lands birds of every aviary, cattle from every pasture, fish from every lake, feathered spells from every farm. The fruit baskets bend down under the products plucked from the peachfelds of Maryland the apple or chards of western New York, the or ange groves of Florida, the vineyards of Ohio and the nuts threshed from New England woods. The bread is white from the wheat fields of Illinois and Michigan, the banqueters are adorned with California gold, and the table is agleam with Nevada silver, and the feast is warmed with the fire grates heaped up with Pennsylvania coal. The hall is spread with carpets from Lowell mills, and at night the lights will flash from bronzed brackets of Philadelphia manufacture. The fin gers of Massachusetts girls have hung the embroidery, the music is the drum ming of ten thousand mills, accom- panied by the shout of children let loose for play, and the gladness of the harvesters driving barnward the loads of sheaves, and the thanksgivings of the nation which crowd the celestial gates with doXologies until the oldest harper of Heaven cannot tell where the terrestrial song ends and the Celestial song begins.
 Welcome, Thanksgiving day! What ever we may think of New England theology, we all like New England Thanksgiving day. What means the steady rush to the depots and the long rail trains darting their lanterns along the tracks of the Boston & Lowell, the Georgia Central, the Chicago Great Western, the St. Paul dS Duluth and the Southern railway? Ask the happy group in the New England farmhouse. Ask the villagers whose song of praise in the morning will come over the Berkshire hills. Ask all the planta- tions of the south which have adopted the New England custom of setting apart a day of thanksgiving. Oh, it is a great day of national festivity! Clap your hands, ye people, and shout aloud for joy! Through the organ pipes let there come down the thunder of nations rejoicing! Blow the cor net! Wave the palm branches! "Oh, that men would praise the Lord for His Goodness and for His wonderful works to the children of men,"
 Most of the implements of hus- bandry have been superseded by mod ern inventions, but the blow has never lost its reign. It has furrowed it's way through all the ages. Its victories have been waved by the barley of Palestine, the wheat of Persia, the flax of Ger many, the rice stalks of China, the rich grasses of Italy. It has turned up the mammoth of Siberia, the mastodon of Egypt and the pine groves of Thes- sally. Its iron foot hath marched where Moses wrote and Homer sang and Aristotle taught and Alexander mounted his war charger. It hath wrung it's colter on Norwegian wilds and ripped out the stumps of the American forest, pushing it's way through the savannas of the Carolinas and trembling in the grasp of the New Hampshire yeomanry.
 l do not wonder that the Japanese and the Chinese and the Phoenicians so particularly eXtolled husbandry or that Cincinnatus went from the con ] sulship to the blow or that Noah was ! farmer before he became a shipbuilder or that Elisha was in the field blowing with 12 yoke of oxen when the mantle 3 fell on him or that the Egyptians in their organism worshiped the OK as tiller of their lands.
 Piltheus, the king, found some rich ! gold mines in his province, so he turned all the population to digging in the mines. Tillage was neglected, and there came a great famine. One day the wife of the king invited him to great banquet, and he came in and sat down, and there were pieces of gold in the shape of bread, and pieces of gold ir the shape of biscuits, and pieces of gold in the shape of joints of meat, and the king was disgusted, and he Said: "I cannot eat this" Neither can the people," said his wife most sug- positively, and then they went back to the tillage.
 Within our time the presidential cabinet has added secretaryship of