The farmer and mechanic. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 18??-19??, 1915-01-19
Iesus Loved The Children
tBy Council S. WOoten.}

South Carolina
New let me tell YOU about a
breakfast l have eaten at my moth
ers table. There We're sausage.
nNef pudding spare ribs. hog feet.
gatherings, brains, cracking bread
and big hominy. No king ever had
such a rich breakfast, the sausage
were made Of the tender loin of the
hogs and they were so tender YOU
could eat a dozen links and YOU could
digest it. The sausaSes of this day
are not to be to the ante
bellum sausage"
He said. you will suit me and I
Will Civ o Seventy-five thousand
dollars a year as much as the Pres |
ldent gets. | am going to Florida and
Will be back next spring when your
duties will begin. We will spend the
summer in Eupore and l will want
| you to go with me-"
l went down the street and told
the boys the story and they believed
every word Of it. They began to ask
me II l COZ not get them a posi-
ton under me so they could get some
of the good eating and the fine wines.
l never saw as hungry and thirsty a
crowd as l described the table
fare and the witness. las the hart
panteth after the water brook so
the boys painted for these good
wines. / told them l did not know
whether | would get them jobs or not,
but that l would come down and
/ spend the next Fourth Of July and I
would come in a private car and bring
a band Of music and fifty thousand
dollars worth Of wines, brandies,
whiskes and beer and let them have
something fit to drink so they could
see the difference between the rich
mans drink n the poisoned, blind
tiger, bOOt leg stuff that they drank.
l told them they had ridiculed me for
nursing a sweet little baby and doing
a good deed and that had my re-
ward in this life and would receive a
crown in the next life.
My little Cora will be two years old
the 31st of January. She has golden
hair, bonny blue eyes, a cherry lip,
with a fair cherub face wearing the
roses of a mystic bliss if l may use
this expression as applicable to a
child Of earth. She is my little rose
bud and 1 pray God that 1 may live to
see her blossom into the full blown
lovelinessto the budding rose. Let
) me quote some verses from Timrod's
beautiful and pathetic poems on a
: mothers wail-he vas South Caro-
lina'S son:
MY babe, my tiny babe, my only babe
? My single rosebud in a crown OF
IN lie
My lamp, that in that narrow hut Of
of life
v Whence l looked forth upon a nigh
Of Storm,
: Burned with the lustre of the moor
and stars
my babe. my tiny babe, my onl!
Behold the bud is gone; the thorn,
Y remain
u My lamp hath fallen from its nich'
n -ah me
n Earth drinks the fragrant flam,
n and / am left
O Forever and forever in the dark
May l be spared the fate Of thi
poor mother, and may her bloomin;
O roses hold it's fra GRANGE and tn
brilliant flame Of her lamp brighte,
l. my pathway during my declinin;
e years, as l approach the chamber
Of the setting sun.
d My little name sake Council wa
,r ten months dc the 18th Of January
1t Every night, while his mother
teaching the older children and l ar
d sitting reading he wakes up about
le o'clock n gives a war whoOp an
d his mother cont leave her pupils S
I have to go and take him up an
IL sing to him, and lu1! him to sleep.
is sing to him several songs but his fa
r. vorite one that seems to have the mos
ID soothing effect upon his auricula
re nerves is a song l heard some ScOtc
to girls who nae been to America sin
We on the steamer as we were midWa
a the Atlantic Ocean. The chorus VIZ
e. these words, Rolling home, Rollin
IN home, Rolling home, across the Sc
Of Rolling home to bonnie Scotlan,
Rolling home, dear land to thee
H. Orators and singers are judged
ed the effect they produce. Judged /
st this rule, / imagine : am as gre;
Id a singer as the celebrated Jenny Lin
IT. the Swedish nightingale, who came
le, this country in 1850. General Clin'
IS man described a concert she gave
it Washington. He describes the di
o. ferent great men as they entert
Ike and how they were greeted by the a
dience. The first to enter was Cri