The farmer and mechanic. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 18??-19??, 1913-07-29

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AT last / am going abroad Which
81, thought il may not be frauSnt
with meaning to the reading pubic, IN
my own estiInatio at least, just at
this time, assumes a magnitude apso-
lutely ROoseveltian in its Proportions
and which announcement, tho II may
not thrill a waiting world. seems 10
me to rank in Importance with sucn
vital and resounding phrases as DaVlo
Is. Hills, II am a Democrat, ana
Henry Clay's. II had rather be rlsht
than president.
But even now. as with flags flying,
bands playing, flowers, wells and hand
kerchiefs fiuttering a Wlstfully gay
gOOdbye as we steam away from shore,
and we realizn hat this long wished
for and dreamed Of thing is really
about to come to pass. and thoughts
turn back with a last regret to those
we are leaving behind, and as we sail
away for other lands and other
Shrines, our eyes sweep lovingly ana
lOngingly along the dear familiar sky
line of New York harbor, limned in
enigmaticaI ilhouette against the
blue, II dwell lingeringly and ten
DERBY on our own little Shiren OF Old
Trinity. standing in patient protest
against the ~encroaching greed and
tyranny Of Wall street-its slender
spires, like a warming finger. pointing
w AWAY IlOIh tuat o'U
lilah. Luxury, who shears the herO's
strength away and brings palsy upon
nations. Under its shadow, we re-
member. sleep many whose names are
interviewer with the history of our
country-Alexander Hamilton. whose
craftsmanship was among the first to
attract the eyes of other nations to
us; Robert Fulton, whose genius made
possible the ease and comfort with
which we now sail the great seas: the
grave OF Charlotte Temple. whose
story equals in pathos. If not in re-
nown. tina OF Heloise, whose tomb we
expect to visit in Pere la Chaise; and
again, at the other end of the hOri-
zon, the stately tomb of Grant, whose
healing words. Let us have peace.
shine in letters of light before our
eyes. and will sound over the years
long after the reverberation Of every
cannon fired under his command has
died away.
With these thoughts, and many
others crowding upon us, we are glad
t. remember that nothing the Ole
World may hold for us can come tC
any f~ruition unless we have wisely
learned and loved the lesson taught
us by our country. and as u vesse
drops away from it's mooring Il
American soil, we signal a last Hal
and Farewell to our our great Ship O
State. sailing SO proudly and peace
fully thro' the turbulent waters o
Time, and forgetful Of our distan
goal, remember only that:
"our hearts, our hopes, are all wit
thee,
Our hearts. our hopes. our prayers
our tears:
our faith. triumphant o'er our fear
Are all with thee, are Al with thee"
To tho Folks Back Home.
AnC then. we descend to cart
again. to speak ~figuratively. if not lit
orally, and with the panicky remem
brance that if We do not send letter
and cards back by the pilot who
soon to leave the boat. no word ca
he ha0 from us for many days, theI
is q mad rush for the writing room,
scramble for pen and paper. an
countless highly hysterical and mild
manical messages are scrawled dow
which must cause the recipien
thereof to wonder If sea-sickneSs hs
already seized upon us, SO bemuddliF
our minds, and benumbing our facu
ties as to render us incapable of il
te)itgent expression.
This done, we calm down to actu
ship-life, take al inventory Of IL
boat and its passengers, settle curse
YES, and. await the expected and il
evitable as wildly portrayed for us
Cneerful and encouraging friends.
Our boat is the R~ochambeau, of L
frehch lines. manned entirely
french Seamen commanded
French officers, with a service
French stewards. walters. and mait
anC carrying SO many French paSSe
gers that already we feel ourselves
IL foreign atmosphere, tho the fu
length portrait of Genera Rocha,
beau above the stairway. in his &C
tinental uniform. as ne appeared
thes tan OF General Washington i'm I
Revolutionary War, when he so mol
and generously came to our aid. NAL
MS feel that there is a tie that Dir
us To all these people in spite of
alien tongue. and looks. customs. a
language. SO utterly dissimilar to {
own.
Imagine. il YOU please, being ser,
by & maid by the name Of Clothil
u room steward hy the name
Etienne, a deck steward by the ma
"f Clovis. and n bath steward W
answers to "pierrot."
iierrot. Think of it. shut wit