The Camden chronicle. (Camden, Tenn.) 1890-current, 1903-07-31
Barlow Sage is Under the
Weather, But Undaunted.
is NOW SEVENTY-SEVEN
Walks on. into His Garden for Firsi
Tina In a Month-Deplores Re-
cent Horrible Disasters
Wrought by Terrors Of
the Elements. d.

day that he walked out into the garden
to let his choler down-not his shirt
collar, but TO cool of his anger. for
fear he might do something undignl.
fed. Then he came back and had Ha.
man hanged on the gallows he had
built for Mordecai.
Well, l walked out in my garden yes.
to-day, the first time in a month but
was not mad with anybody In fact,
am pleased that | am allowed once
more to walk outdoors and peruse The
flowers and vegetables and pick a few
strawberries April "a and had a good
watch me and nave hept me penned
up for months while the east wind
chilled the air, but now they help me
down the steps and up again and arm
me around among the flowers. They
are very beautiful from the window,
but more so when you are near to
them. We never had so many beauti.
full peoples before-all colors-all
sizes-double and treble and as large
as saucers. We had our first mess of
strawberries Apri "a and had good
mess yesterday, and have not missed
day. Our vegetable garden supplies
the table bountifully, but the garden is
not mine. The girls planted it and
with little help have grown every.
thing.
"The world was sad, the garden was a
wild;
And man, the hermit, sighed till wo.
man smiled"
We are enjoying the fruits of their
labor every day, for we have potatoes,
beans, peas, squashes, onions, beets
and asparagus every day if we want
them or have company. A little bacon
with the beans and two spring chick
ems completes the first course, and
then comes strawberry shortcake,
which is always welcome. We live
well at our house, and are not extrava-
giant either A bountiful dinner for
twelve persons costs not more than so,
and the grandchildren consume half OF
that, bless their hearts. do love to
see them enjoy a good dinner, and
they love to come here, and always
have kiss for poor old grandpa.
was II years old Monday. June is
full of our family birthdays. My wife
was II on the LIST and l was n on the
18th, and my oldest grandson, who has
my name, has my birthday. My
mother has the oath and our grand
daughter, Caroline, is named for her
and Las her birthday. And there are
some more in June that have forgot
ten. Two little Cranddaughters brough
me some nice linen (h'dkfs) before
breakfast. These little gifts are
sweet and help to smooth the wrinkles
from an old mans brow Our little
2-year-old loves to climb on my knee
and pat my old cheek and call me
g'anpa and that gives me more pleas
are than a gold mine May the Lord
keep the little ones under the shadow
of His wing.
Oh, the horror of horrors away out
in Oregon. Will clouCbursts and fires
and foods and shipwrecks never
cease? Every day brings some new
disaster, some wreck of innocent child
life. some mother torn away Lord,
good Lord, have mercy upon the PEG
pie and forgive all their sins. Like
the poor fisherman would say. Lord.
good Lord, | am a fool to speak TO
Thee, but save the children from the
storm and food and fire and pesti-
lence." When l read the days disas-
tiers my old heart throbs with pity,
and, like the weeping prophet, I eK-
claim, ooh, that my head were waters
and my eyes a river of tears that
might weep day and night for the
slain of the people"-40, 60, 100, 200
400. Every day adds to pain and mis-
cry and anguish and desolation. Loved
ones are gone and Homes. Somehow
when look around me at all these
happy hearts and faces and the flowers
lifting their petals to the sun and the
pigeons bathing in the pool and SEE
the young people playing tennis dowr
in the court and the contented Negro
blowing my neighbours corn and thu
cow grazing in the pasture, / feel like
it is amost a sin to be happy while 81
much grief and heartache abound al
around us. 1t did not use to be SO
In my youth we had no suicides; mur
dov,e v1,arn raro. no cragv neOD1a To III