Atlanta tri-weekly journal. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1920-19??, 1920-06-08
The Country Home
BY MRS. w. III. FELTON,
LoNGFELLow's WONDERFUL
POEM
The Chamber Over the Gate

The Chamber Over the Gate
Is it so far from thee,
Thou can'st no longer see,
In the chamber over the gate,
! That old man desolate,
! Weeping and wailing sore,
For his son, who is no more?
| y ADSalom, my son!
Is it so long ago,
| That cry of human woe
From the walled city came,
| Calling on his dear name,
| That it has died way
In the distance of today?
0 Absalom, my son!
| There is no far nor near.
| There is neither there nor here,
There is neither soon nor late
| In that chamber over the gate,
| Nor any long ago
| TO that cry of human woe, r
y Absalom, my son!
From the ages that are past
The voice comes, like a blast,
over seas that wreck and drown,
Over tumult of traffic and town;
And from ages yet to be
Come the echoes back to me,
. Absalom, my son!
Somewhere, at every hour,
The Waterman on the tower
Looks forth, and sees the fleet
Approach of the hurrying feet
Of messengers, that bear
The tidings of despair
o Absalom, my SON!
He goes forth from the door
Who shall return no more
With him our joy departs;
The light goes out in our hearts;
In the chamber over the gate
We sit disconsolate.
o Absalom, my son!
That it's a common grief
Bringeth but slight relief;
Ours is the bitterest loss,
Ours is the heaviest cross,
And forever the cry will be,
Would God I had died for thee,
o Absalom, my son!
-Longfellow.
King David had his heart soreIy
tried with that unruly son, AbSalom
The latter went so far as to seek
his fathers downfall and expulsion
from the throne in Israel. But the
king still loved the erring one. He
had affection left, after the handsome
and reckless son had done his utmost
to ruin and destroy his father. In
the olden days there were walls and
gates around kings palaces. There
was small room over the gate or
entrance, where an anxious watcher
might sit alone and in safety, until
the enemy could destroy the palace
The aged king sat in the chamber
over the gate and moaned in his
grief:
"Would to God I had died in your
Oh! Absalom, my son, my son"
HYDRoPHoBIA
Quite frequently we notice in the
newspapers accounts of persons be.
ing bitten by mad dogs. There are
gruesome stories also of the fearful
sufferings of those who have been
bitten from which death can only af-
ago German forest keeper, eighty
two years old, felt impelled to give
a secret remedy to the public be-
fore he died, and he published the
remedy in German paper, called
the Leipsic Journal, a recipe he had
claimed had saved the lives of sew
eral men and the lives of a great
number of animals from a horrible
death by hydrophobia. He said q
bite must be washed as soon as pos
sible with warm water, and soon as
it was dried off, which will take only
a few minutes, a few drops of mu-
Ratio acid must be poured upon the
wound to destroy the poison of the
saliva. The contact of this poisoned
saliva upon the raw flesh made the
trouble.
This simple remedy is certainly
worth trial. 1t is important to act
with great promptness, because the
poison germ travels fast when il
gets an entrance into the blood YES
sells of the human body-also into the
blood vessels in animals. When hot
weather comes along in midsummer
there is what has been termed by
the poets, midsummer Madness
which in plain prose means that the
heat engenders passion and disease
along with it-when it reaches into
excess.
Mad dogs were more talked about
fifty years ago than the present time
Doubtless, there are fewer dogs
and more people to be intermingled