The Newtown bee., 1905-08-11
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in their blood. The historic address
will show you how great we have been,
but the cemetery over yonder does not
contain all our greatness.
day. A good minister Ia Methodist, |
believe, he was) once received jar of
brandy peaches from a doting pa
rishioner. They were excellent, of the
good kind our foremOthers made, and
the worthy man in acknowledging
them wrote: II appreciated very much
your peaches, especially the spirit in
which they were Sent.' The bass
drum rolls out the deep notes of the
life gives it another key. The merry
prattle Of the children shows our past
comes not as skeleton at the feast; it
has right good laugh. The spirit OF |
the day is catching. 1t breathes In the
air, it swelis in our music, it ting]es in |
our tinger-tips, it loses itself among the
clouds. 1t is lowed by the sleek kline
that browse in the grateful shade; 1t
is grunted by the swine that express
their satisfaction from the nOXlOuS
sty. Spirit of the generations now
sleeping, be with US to-day. This is
| the generosity we extend you that once
said grace over the Thanksgiving table
and made the ancestral home the
rendezvous of happy-hearted fun. AS
the mists have rolled away from these
hills this morning may your tear drops
now be banished and the gloom all
chased away. A father was travelling
her asleep on the car seat, kind lady
slipped some roses in her hand and
leaned the fra1l form against her arm
On returning from the smoker, the
father found his little girl just awaked.
Looking at the roses she said: II nave
been in Heaven, don't you see?" Catch
ing the ozone that is waited from these
sunlit hills, may you not feel you nave
been at least near a aeaVe en- to-aag gream
The Indian has faded out of view.
Long since he has climbed the hills and
read his doom in the setting sun. An
other race is here, the proud Anglo
Saxon, 'inhabiting the greatest con.
tinuous empire ever devised by man, >,
followed in the race to lead the world
by the flower-loving japanese ana the
phlegmatic dweller by the stored
Rhine. Two hundred years! 1t is only
rustling of the robes Of the Infinite as
= He passes in the night. A dream? Yes:
but when one aWaketh, he aWaketh to
light and duty. The swarthy Indian
, passed into the shadow; the spirit OF
the hills that he worshipped changes
+ for the God who weigheth the hills IN
scales and maketh the mountains to
!. smoke as furnace. Let us as children
: of the Zig ht walk in the light. Let US
! ! as those, though but born for day,
= live as those who shall Outlive the
~ stars.
J Here's bumper, my friends, to the
+ days that are gone; here's pledge OF
y manhood strong for that which is tC
'' come; and here's our hand both kindly
. and true as we welcome you from city,
y from country, from dale, from vale,
and open to you the best that we nave
4 | There are no days likc:the good old days
;. The days when we were yOuthful!
II When humankind were pure of mind
n And speech and deeds were truthful;
q Before love for sOrdid gold
~ Became mans ruling passion,
> And before each dame and maid became
:; Slaves to the tyrant-fashlOn!
v There are no girls like the good old girls
e AS 6uxom and smart and clean OF heart
e AS the Lord knew how to make 'em!
e They were rich in spirit and common sense,
= piety all supportin;
~ They could bake and brew, and had taught
d And they made the likeliest courttn'!
! There are no boys like the good old boys
4 When we were boys together! h.,
l. When the grass was sweet to the brown barr
70 feet
% % That dimpled the laughing heather:
Y When the peewee sung to the summer dawn
Of the bee in IN the 9,1 b tho foneo
20 Echoed his night song over.
g There is no love like the good old love-
The love that mother gave US:
70 For that precious grace.God save US!
= Ana our hearts grow tenderer, fonder.
lr AS those dear old dreams bring Soothln
"a CLEANS
'e OF heaven away off yonder."