New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1903-11-27

as a poet. IT Is not on record. however that he
ever wrote a poem about a livery stable, while
he did remark that
The poetry OF earth is never dead.
and he went out to the fields and woods to get
his facts.
THE NEW -ENCI.ANDER HERE LONELY.
When ali is said that be said. gentle
reader for Ne,v-Tork and the rest Of the coun-
try. the truth remains that Thanksgiving Day
does belong by right Of parentage and nurtur-
ing care peculiarly TO New-England. IL New
England figures prominently in any discussion
OF the holiday il is no more than her due. The
New Englander in this city yesterday, however.
like other New Workers the other 364 days in
the year was not one OF them then; he was an
alien in an alien land and the sight Of the mince
pie-not such minoe pie as he had when boy
not real mince pie he would tell you-suucK
him with a poignant inconsistencies even as 'iie
song OF the nightingale found a path through
the sad heart OF Ruth There was a meiio q,
Of home faces and the home speech anu Wy
homo traditions iealously guarded through
generations Of men and women ike hlI1lsel. ~
ticking their message in every pulsauoh ol ~ -
tall clock in the hall. which has efed. eli,
father had consulted for the hour OF lallllIs
prayers. But most Of all there was me lIl =,
DRY OF some little town on a wlnoE nsii ~ ,i,cb
a snug valley or Of Boston Common ana Pls s.h
OF old red houses down Beacon illl. ano 49,
the picture a sense OF homogeneius OF ~
with a whole community OF Souls houl isi4eu -.
the sane afmosphere knit together by com
mon ancestry And he was lonely TINS New "
Engiander in New-York yesterday anu 81 rs ,
dinner perhaps in a boarding mouse Uoi nc
mates hotels). and his cigar ralleo Al IIe
universe in general and New York IN uisl.
with a bitterness foreign TO his daily hapN oL
mind. After all. for him the sun to-ca. N Sas
welcome. especially as your NeW-EhelailUe' nus
no troubles from his pie: -,
The New Englander. indeed. Ia MS toNe "a
THANKSGIVING may be hkened TO the German "a
his love OF liberty. Heine once said that tne
Fnelishman loves liberty as his lawful WIG, ne
her from assault. The Frenchman loves liberty
his bride: he burns for her But the tIeI man
loves liberty as il she were his old grandmolheE
A husband NAV desert his wife, lover may De
false 10 his bride. but no man VIII quite turn
his old grandmother out Of doors.
Well ii might hardly do to say that the West
erner loves Thanksgiving as his wife, or the
Nev-Yorker as his bride. but surely the New
Fnela nder loves the day as IL il were his grand
mother. He may forget Thanksgiving the year
round. and all IL means to him OF tradition ana
home wandering in other ways or IRE: pnt lhe
.7av will always have warm place in his heart
against the chimney corner. and once IN a cycle
az the he viii go and sit beside his olo
grandmother and hold her hand in his. and love
her very much and hear the Kettle sing. As
long as Thanksgiving Day is celebrated. the day
Of home thoughts and domestic Wholesomeness
and family affections. New-EnglanoerS every
where will for twenty-four hours Of the year
be q separate people from the rest Of the nation
Let them be: have they not given the rest OF
their countrymen. too. their Thanksgiving Day.
And should thanksgiving ever perish from the
list II national holidays-which Heaven grant II
cover it again in his dreams and restore il to
me lendar.