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ed liis thirst in the cool watef dipped from the
stream in a folded leaf as he. had drank riiaiiy a
time in boyhood. Then his eye fell upon the violet.
He bent to inhale its faint perfume, and then he
sat and looked at the little blue flower, while mem
ories of his childhood came to him, thoughts of his
mother, of her love and her prayers. He seemed to
be a boy once more, gathering violets in his mother’s
garden, listening to her gentle voice, her teachings
of truth and honesty. Then he was a man, but still
innocent and happy, loving and beloved. He saw
himself at the gate of his sweetheart’s home, saying
good-bye to her in the twilight. She wore a bunch
of violets on her white breast, and as he bent to kiss
her, her breath mingled with the perfume of the
violets. Where w r as she now? Wherever she was she
would scorn him, the ex-convict. With a moan of
anguish, he snatched the revolver from his pocket
and put it against his heart. But again his eye fell
upon the violet, associated with the loved 'women of
his childhood days and his young manhood. The
hand grasping the weapon fell to his side, sobs burst
from his heaving breast. Face downward on the
green bank, he wept as he had not done since he was
a child. When he was calmer he sat up and looked
in silence for a moment at the violet. Then he lifted
his head. “I will live,” he said. “I will not die a
coward’s death. I will live to retrieve the past; to
be a help and a comfort to my old parents. I will
win back the confidence of my friends, the love of
my Edith. With God’s help I will begin life anew.”
He rose and walked away with a firm step that
told of hope and resolve.
The violet murmured no more; her mission had
been accomplished. ALICE J. CALHOUN.
Jefferson, Ala.
A MAMMOTH PAPER.
Some time ago in the dear old Sunny South, I read
Geraldine’s description of a mammoth newspaper
which she had in her possession. It was published,
I believe, some time in the last of the forties. I, too,
have a big paper, not quite as old as Geraldine’s, but
still an ancient and immense sheet published in New
York City in the year 1859 by George Roberts. The
paper is called The Constellation, and it is one yard
wide and a yard and a half long. There are eight
nages and each page contains thirteen columns. On
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The Golden Age for March 19, 1909.
the first page, there is a large portrait of James
Buchanan, President of the United States, and a por
trait of Edward Everett, President of Harvard Uni
versity and minister to England. Other pages con
tain a portrait of Nathaniel Banks, ex-president of the
Massachusetts National Convention, a portrait of Rev.
Henry Ward Beecher and of Rev. E. H. Chapin; also
a picture of the Retreat of the Americans from Long
Island, a picture of Perry on Lake Erie, of Decatur
burning the Philadelphia, of General Scott entering
the City of Mexico and of General Jackson, at New
Orleans. The poems in this paper are “My Mother,”
by Lydia Sigourney and “Wino,” by Anacreon. The
Stories are “Love and Self Love,” by Anne S. Ste
phens and “A Dream of the Heart.” Among the mis
cellaneous articles are “Great Astronomical Discov
eries made by Sir John Herschel at the Cape of
Good Hope,” “Art Institutions,” “Moon Hoax,” “Bon
ner and The New York Ledger,” “Ross and Towsy,”
“Look To Your Pockets,” “An Ancient Publishing
House.”
I would like to ask the readers of The Golden Age
how many of them have a copy of this mammoth
paper, “The Constellation.” How often was it issued
and what was its price? Geraldine, I do not think
you told us the name of your paper or its contents.
I would like to know. I hope you will write again
and tell us how your flowers stood the cold weather
of February. LULA SUMMEY.
Stone Mountain, Ga.
THREE GIFTED MEN.
“He builded better than he knew.” Often this
saying comes to me when I see a man’s work that
is noble and uplifting, while the man himself is
“a poor critter,” as the Widow Bedott would say.
I recall three such men, on each of whom a great
gift was bestowed, which they failed to appreciate.
One was a musician. When he played, it seemed
that the music came from Paradise. It lifted the
soul above sordid things to a high spiritual plane.
Yet the man had no control over his appetites. He
was a habitual drunkard, degraded in his private
life. Next to music, I loved poetry. I had long
wished to know a poet; at last I had my hearts
desire. I met a man gifted with a peerless imagina
tion and great susceptibility to the beautiful, with the
power to express emotion and thought in vivid, beau-
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tiful words. But alas, he, too, was a victim of in
temperance! Again, I knew a painter, one who might
have made a great name in the world of art, for he
possessed genius in a high degree. His brush had
magic in it; his creations were new and beautiful.
Wealth and fame should have been his; his family
should have been well cared for; his children edu
cated. They should have lived in comfort, even in
luxury. But he did not value his great gift. He
threw aside opportunity after opportunity; he made
no effort to improve or rightly employ his talents,
with the result that his family suffered. Sad is the
story of his children’s hard struggle with poverty.
Do you not think that retribution will be visited
on one who thus neglects to use and improve a God
given talent? One more question, which may seem
irrelevant to my subject, but it concerns a matter
about which I earnestly desire to be informed. Do
you think a person who has wronged another, and
has never sought forgiveness of the injured one, can
be a true Christian? Dare he ask God to forgive him
when in his heart he cherishes hatred to one of his
fellow beings? ’ UNKNOWN.
South Carolina.
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THE HIGHWAY OF HOLINESS.
The highway of holiness leads to the light;
Turn not to the left hand, turn not to the right,
Press onward, look upward, the goal is in sight,
For the highway of holiness leads to the light.
Though clouds hover o’er thee and dark be the night,
The helmet of hope from thy brow flashes bright
With the sword of the Spirit—strike thou with might,
And the demons of darkness will scatter in flight.
O’er the heart that was given to God in its youth
Bind the breastplate of righteousness sparkling with
truth.
The tempter will flee in confusion, forsooth,
From the heart that was given to God in its youth.
With the war-cry of Zion the mountains shall ring;
In the hearts of the lowly a sweet voice will sing,
All honor and glory to Jesus we bring
When we go out to meet Him, our Savior, our King!
“DR. NAT.”
Waterford, Miss.
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