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T. L. MITCHELL, Publisher.
Vol, 6.—No. 8. " ATHENS, GEORGIA, august, 1893. 50 Cts. per Year.
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POETRY. PAGE.
The Unfinished Picture. ..Janet Bowmaster 1
Destiny. George Bancroft Griffith 3
Lines to . Rose Heath ... 4
Adveksity. Dee Max 5
Trials. George Bancroft Griffith 6
The Little Flower 7
Over and Over. Florence A. Jones. ... 9
Across the Way 11
Sunbeams. Matilda J. Meader Smith 13
Bessie’s Secret 15
FICTION.
Eseeola. Jennie Gerald 1
“Beadie ” Kate Carrington 3
A Rose by AnyOtmb Name. Genevieve Hays 6
A Midwinter Marriage. Mary S. Stelson 9
DEPARTMENTS.
Unwritten History 4
Flower Talks \ . . '. . 7
Editorial ... W' . ..... 's
Ideas in Dress—The Latest Designs, Other Stylish Designs, The Im-
portant Veil, What Girls are Wearing. Early Fall Wraps ..10
Domestic Keys 11
Subscribers’ Column ’2
Cooking ’_" ..... 14
For Woman’s Work.
I SHALL KNOW.
john xm—7.
My pathway up life’s mountain height
Is veiled in shadow now;
Bo dark no glimmering ray of light
The upward track d®th show.
And groping on, I wonder why
This path must needs be given,
Why storm-clouds stretched across the
sky
And left me tempest-driven!
Why Sorrpw came with withering
blight
And swept with cyclone force
Across my way-so fair., so bright—
And turned me from my course!
Why in life’s mom the Bow of Peace
Prismatic colors shed;
Promise that Hope should never cease—
Sweet Hope, so long since dead!
Why in my hand I held bright flowers,
Wet with the glistening dew,
And ere the noontide’s sunny hours,
They dropped and faded, too!
Why precious joys have been with
held,
When just within my grasp;
Why, many times, I’ve been compelled
To loose the tender clasp
Os friendly hands, and lay them by,
Folded in death’s embrace;
And struggle on alone—and try
The shadowed path to trace!
And yet I feel that path were best,
Since He who led the way
Could not lead wrong—and I am blest,
Though chastened day by day
For through alternate storm and calm.
His steadfast care toprove,
Comes to my heart this drop of balm —
“I chasten but in love.”
In visions fair I see a stream
Os limpid water flow;
And from its bosom’s golden gleam.
I catch the afterglow
Os light and life.and love supreme,
When earthly work is done;
A shadow falls this side the stream,
Beyond it shines the sun.
And in that land on which there falls
No shadow and no light,
Where purest joy the spirit thralls,
And Faith is lost in sight,
The veil will lift—and wondrously
Upon my visionfclear
Will burst the all-wise reason why
Life's path needs dark appear.
Essie M. Howm
“TO GUIDE, TO CHEER, TO SAVE, TO BLESS—THIS IS WOMAN’S WORK.”
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MISCELLANEOUS.
In a Hammock. Howard Meriwether Lovett .2
A Contrast. Helen C. Molloy 4
A Personal Reminiscence. Percy Trent 4
Missions. Rose Heath 4
Th® Village “Ne’er-Do-Weel.” Ruby Beryl Kyle 5
Little Bess’ Effort, and What Came of It 6
Stern Testimony. Margaret Mell 7
Beauty in the Kitchen. Zula B. Cook 11
For Young Mothers 11
Erysipelas \ 11
Tried and Truk Keys 11
A Small Offering, • 12
Little Helps 12
A Bunch of Golden Keys 12
Odds and Ends 12
Lilian Mcllvain Tells How to Give a Tea 13
Fogy Hill Papers. Aunt Althea 15
The Sunday School. Rose Heath 16
' Publisher’s Department.
Instructions for Remitting, Expirations, Our Premiums, Missing Papers, Ad
vertising Rates, etc. 16
IN HARVEST TIME.
KATE GARLAND, EoiTREBS.
For Woman’s Work.
LIFE'S BATTLES.
We are striving all for victory
On the battlefield of life;
And though the spirit weakens,
We must still keep up the strife,-
From foes without, and foes within,.
God make us conquerors of sin.
The foes which oft assail without,
Are but a small array
To those within—a mighty host
Which threaten us each day:
Contentment seems a foreign word
Whose meaning we have never heard.
Os all the motley throng, I deem
Base Envy leads the van,
And goads us on with whip and spur
Through all life’s little span;
So prone to view our neighbor’s state
As something better than our fate.
Perhaps if we could know the facts
About our neighbor’s case,
We would not feel one envious pang,
Nor wish to change our place;
Each heart hath much of bitterness.
Full measure given—be sure of t his.
Anticipation of life’s ills
Fills all our days with worry,
We cross the bridge ere it is reached,
! Asin the olden story.
j We dread the Future’s woes untold,.
And thuslose all thePresent’s gold.,
■■ We nach afar for Happiness,-
i 1 With sighs, and tears galore,
>i Erstwhile the gentle maiden stands,
; And knocks at our back door.
I Thus proving that in humble joy
j) Is love and peace without alloy.
God never meant that all our woes
f Be crowded in one day,
Nor will the burden greater prove
Than we can bear alway,
1 If, trusting in the God of prayer,
;i We give each hour its proper share.
The manna in the desert, it
I Was furnished foreach day,
. And so must we our lives conform;
' 1 here is no other way.
Fresh strength be sought for every task,
. And this is all we need to ask.
So, one by one, the sands of earth,
r Slow drifting into mountains are,
And oneby one. the sands of life
I Float out beyond the harbor bar.
Let each one tear a message bright
Os duties done, ami deeds of right.
4 Eveline Pine.