Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1909-11-24

have often thoughtsI would write piece,
but my next thought would be. / can't write
anything interesting, so would let the sub
ject drop for awhile until something new
came mp which prompted me again, and
have composed many letters in my mind but
never put one on paper until the present time.
Only think, am now really ard trul, writ
ing to Aunt Madgen, but have already come
to the conclusion that win send something
some one else has composed which fell into
my hands many years ago. II Is a beautiful
poem which has helped me much over the
rough places in life, and IL has been such
comfort TO me when have passed through
dark waters of affection. and nights when
could not sleep, my mind being filed with
sad thoughts as well as being nervous, tired
and restless, not knowing which way to turn
or what to do, having many disturbed
thoughts about the everyday occurrences of
life, and the future looking like an impass-
able gulf.
Then have turned my mind to this sweet
poem and repeated it over and over until such
a sweet calmness and trust came over me, and
would fall asleep. and when / awoke l
would feel so rested. Often when lie down
at night feeling '.too tired to pray, repeat
this poem and go to sleep "like tired child
on its mothers breast. Below n a copy of it.
and II it comforts others as much as il has
me it will pay me in ter fold proportion.
CALM.
Calm me. oh God and keep me calm
Amid the storms that round me roll.
Oh. let Thy goodness and Thy love
Fail like fresh dews upon my soul.
need Thy peace need Thy strength,
need loves blessed healing balm,
] need Thy calmness oh my God;
Calm me and keep me ever calm.
Calm when temptations press me sore;
When angry pillows round me break;
When Satan enters like aood-
oh, keep me calm for Thy dear sake;
Calm in afiiiction's darkest hours,
Whene'er pass beneath the rod;
Calm when feel the heavy strokes
That draw me nearer to my God.
Aye, keep me calm when all lifes Joys
Have faded from my path away;
Calm when see loves sweetest flowers
All falling surely TO decay.
Calm when the icy hand OF death
Is hushing lies sweet. solemn psalm;
Calm in the shadow Of the vale
Until reach the eternal calm.
saw in The AMERICAN few months ago
poem Tired-''Too tired to pray" have lost
| it, and wish / could see II in the NJ b. column
| again.
send recipe for cooking chicken. One
| day had some dear friends dine with me, and
| had chicken for dinner, and one lady ex-
1 claimed il was so nice: 'why don't you send
the recipe to THE AMERICAN for the NJ. b. col
umn?" Here il is:
Cut fowl or chicken in quarters or eight or
| ten pieces, lay them in baking pan, sift
| flour over, also pepper, salt and butter in
/! small pieces, add water, then cover and bake
| in the oven two hours for a chicken basting
! and turning over often, browning Balse
| three hours more for fowl. When done.
| lay the chicken in q platter, boil the gravy
| down to pint, then add much rich mil K
| with a little thickening and q dust of cayenne
pepper; pour all over the chicken, to be
| served with hot baked potatoes. You will
find this to be one Of the best dinners you ever
/ ate.
Some time may send another recipe for a
! good dinner. S. NC.