The herald and news. [volume] (Newberry S.C.) 1903-1937, 1921-09-27
BY-WAYs OF STATE HISTORY
By ]. W. Daniel
Campfire Chat

q 1lttIe Ndlley ana IL Olii La away His
/ like to live where can see some
thing from afar and there is no coun-
try that gratiies that desire. more lit
orally than this Piedmont belt The
English government has recently,
thoagh pressed as never before by
enormous war debts, made appropria-
tions to border every old lane in
Wales with trees and hedges, and to
mark every historic spot with some
fitting memorial. 1t is a beautiful
idea. Millions of human hearts are
refreshed and tired brains are rested
by the thought of a great nation turn
ing aside for a little while from the
murders and burnings of foolish Ire
land, the pressure of troubles braw-
ing in its far eastern possessions and
It's recuperation '''m the most ois-
asterous war the world has ever
known to beautify it's God-given ter
ritory. A great fnancier has recent
ly said, "The greatest temptation l
ever had was when the devil took me
up into high mountain and showed
me ten per cent Any people with
its heart and brain completely ab-
sorbed in toll and finance will even
tually become an incubus on the
worlds progress. The greatest man
the world ever produced, under the
guidance of inspiration, wrote What
ever is pure, whatever is lovable,
whatever, is, Of good repute-think
the thoughts of these things" have
often wondered why. school author
tiles Of Piedmont Carolina, especially,
and of all Carolina, do not require
landscape gardening to be taught in
the public schools. Many old and
dilapidated homesteads would become
tribble in value with just few touch
es of the landscape gardener on the
old red hills that are washing into
cutters. Visions of the cotton mar
ket have not only impoverished our
agriculturists but cruciied sweet SEN
timent and made hearts coarse as
those of the speculator on Wall Street
and as unrefined as the love of money
can make them. It is high. time to
think on things that are lovely. Let
Carolinians learn to enhance the
beauty of the everlasting hills, We
have been despoiling them long
enough. '1We are the producers, ;"
shout the farmers who have entered
the ring of speculative values and put
themselves at the mercy Of the manip-
ulators of The markets. The politi-
clans hunting votes shout it back to
them in eloquent tones and with wild
gestures, "you are the producers, :"
and, therefore, every concession Of
government and market should be
made to you: ] thought so once, but
/ have gone higher up the hill and en-
camped on its crest. / can see further
now. The flowers Of spring time have
whispered to me and it was the voice
of God Shyly they whispered to my
attentive ear, owe are the producers.
Behold the variety of our colors and
products"
Then I thought of Tennyson as he
plucked the little flower from the
crannied wall and stood there holding
it in his hand; then a message went to
all the English world from his lips,
ssCould I but understand the flower,
root and all and ali in all, then /
would know what GOD and man is. !"
Pardon my ruthless destruction Of the
measure and diction of the couplet-
] am talking in prose. Again /
thought of the words of another
greater than Tennyson-greater than
Everybody, Consider the lilies of
the ueluS.
Yes, tiny little flower, you are the
producer and you are beautifully
dressed, Solomon with all his wealth
could not rival the gorgeousness of
your raiment. am glad God made
the real, producer exceedingly beau
tiful and sweet-scented, and tnat He
made thousand varieties.
No, Brother Farmer, you are not a
producer, you are a gatherer. Bees,
moths anu insects also gather and
feed on the sweetness of the flowers
and God made the producers beautiful
TO attract them. Eyen the wild anil
mails and birds will come from afar
to eat the fruit of these flowers when
the bees have stored their winter sup
plies from the cups of the gorgeously
painted petals. Plant a thousand
things about you and make them
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