Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1907-04-02
Letter From Breezy poiat.

Az moths and millers arc attracted by
light, would II not be feasible plan to
cot light In your orchard or elsewhere,
saya lantern not affected by the wind,
In pan partly filled with kerosene, or
any other light in any other way your in
genuity may contrive? There 10 no
patent on the idea, and You can use 1t
with no fear Of . lawsuit. think that
very many moths and millers might and
would be destroyed in that way and
mUre easily than in any other way that
occurs to me 1t the present sitting. l
contemplate trying the project at least
one night what time the moths and mil.
lers fly, and am sanguine that l would
get some game.
When passing up or down Elm Street,
In this village, and you come opposite
Miss Ardelia Princes residence, stop
right there and jot down few exclama-
ton points, "1enofing wonder, surprise,
or admiration at her window-garden OF
flowers! You will feel just like shedding
your winter underwear. getting your hair
cut, and hunting up the old "chip" hat.
II only little song sparrow would show
up in the greenery, the illusion would
be perfect. The most noticeable is Q
petunia with twenty-six large variegated
blossoms, and the geraniums are worthy
of attention, but study them all your
life and you cannot make one, neither
can you understand how they grow and
how they get their so different tints and
90 different kinds of fragrance, why one
flower has ravishing odor, and another
nothing but beauty with no odor at all
or disagreeable one, and yet drawing
life from the same soil with the same
Gods sunlight over all. oh, there are a
few things in the universe that we haven't
learned yet. That thought ever occur to
you, or does it come as surprise? Ex-
cuse me! didn't intend to startle you.
Mrs. Mason-one of the Marys-has
garden in her house that Is suggestive of
summer and the singing of birds, bobo-
links, and sweet June mornings.
Have the country school children OF
the long ago, now old and wrinkled and
gray and forgetful of last years happen
ings, forgotten the first Monday In June,
when school began, the bare-footed,
pantaletted girls with their books and
nosegays of pink lilacs, but not so pink
and SO "taking" to school-boy fancies as
the cheeks of the happy bearers of the
flowers? They are among the unforget.
able things of the long gone past. And
the ex.teachers of those years can feel, If
they cannot say so nicely as Dickens has
said it:
when the lessons and tasks are all ended,
And the school for the day Is dismissed,
And the little ones gather around me
To bid me good night and be kissed;
o, the little white arms that encircle
My mex In tender embrace!
o, the smiles that are hal0s Of heaven.
Shedding sunlight OF love on my face!
81 ehall leave the old house In the autumn
To traverse It's threshold no more.
All, how shall sigh for the dear ones
That meet me each noon at the door
shall miss the good nights and the kisses,
And the gush Of their innocent glee,
The group on the green, and the flowers |
That are brought every morning 10 me.
~ shall miss them at morn and at evening,
Their song In the school and the street
shall miss she low hum Of their voices
And the tramp of their delicate feet.
When the lessons and tasks are all ended
And Death says, The school is dismissed |
May the little ones gather around me
To bid me good night and be kissed"
JOHN.