Connecticut western news., 1910-08-04

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when you ROg up III the mOrulnB
 There was frost in the air,
 You felt just fine and dandy
 And you smelt upon the stair
 The cooking of the buckwheats.
 And, hungry as could be,
 You sort Q got hustle on
 To get at 'em-and, gee
 Mother did the cooking and
 You ate and ate and ate.
 They were fine and brown and crispy,
 And the maple sugar sweet.
 Why, you just kept on eatin',
 And twas kinder hard to stop,
 Your eyes can't seem to tell you when
 You're fall up to the top.
 That is just the sort of Twin
 That makes life worth the while, When the buckwheats are cookin'
 And on your plate s 8 pile,
 And the pitchers full of syrup
 And the butter s just all right, It's home, and mother urges you
 To eat with main and might.
 Don't you remember it? Those were halcyon days. You have travelled far and long since then, but memory goes back to the days of the long ago. What an interval it seems as you look back! Almost a dreaml Life then was in it's morningl The glow of health was upon your chesk Time had not imprinted furrows upon your face, nor frosted your locks with silvsry tinge.
 Merry days of early youthl Oft has the sun set upon the hilltops sheltering the old home. Lengthening shadows have crept across the valley, and encir- cled the spot to you once dear. Across :A l. L. T. Il, | you loved. Sun-kissed are her memo ries! Grandly beautiful gleams the motheTly tenderness with which she soothed your sorrows and shared your joys.
 You would give the world. were it yours, if those days could return if once again. you could be as free from the worrihents of life and it's engrossimg cares. But, alas! they have passed, never to return. Life's scenes have shifted, and the world for you has i changed. N
 Yet there comes stealing, now and then, sweet memories of earlier times and you awake from reverie, to find them dreams. Happy days with that brother or sister you have not seen foI years. How distinctively acts of child. hood are silhonetted to day. Those memory bells sound deep toned and clear. What joyful recollections they bring You've roved through many 8 cline Children once gathered around your hearth have, like you, gone forth to make their way in the world.
 By and by they will come dropping back Soon the Thanksgiving board will be spread. and, as you partake o1 it's goodly cheer, more vividly will glow 1 that picture on memory's walls. Ir coming years, your children and your phildren's children will reverence and revere the memories of these days which with you now they share.
 The Mirror column extends g. happy greeting. May the summer be crowned with benedictions for you all, and may your life be more largely in the sunshine i But it cannot all be sunshine indeed were it such. life would be, in time, ar arid waste, parched and distorted, ever as the field burned by excessive summer heat. Now and then sorrow comes into our lives, and the tears which fall arc like rain falling upon the parched soil watering and making 1t yet more fruit ful; only in our lives the tears come tC [ make the heart tender and teach Ill that degree of humility needful to rounC out our lives into grander harmony.
 The touch of the inharmonious il needed oftimes to attune our ears to th' grander, riches and fuller harmoniel which the All-Wise Father is crowdins into human lives There is never a sor row without its compensating joy ; nevel a tear without its accompanying smile Sometimes the two are interblended II , an intricacy we cannot understand and we marvel at it and in our blint and laundering way are prone t criticise the goodness of the Infinite , But beyond the comprehension of ou , finite minds there are realms of mys tery we may not explore, until He wh' : is All Wisdom shall find us fitted fo , that grander inheritance, when the SC crets of infnitude may be revealed.