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IMMORTAL DAWN.
There’s a dawn that breaks when the
spirit shakes
Itself from its fetters free,
When the glad light rolls on the land
of souls
On the shore of the silent sea.
There's a dawn that grows, when the
daylight goes
And the gloom of evening falls,
When the shaft is sped and the word
is said
And the weeper vainly calls.
And dearer 1 deem than the dearest
dream
That ever was dreamed by Faith,
Is the soul’s bright morn, is the glory
born
At the wonderful Dawn of Death.
Oh, the glow and the gold of the
wealth untold ‘
Os that all resplendent day,
When the task is done and the race is
won
And the world has passed away.
Oh! tell me not of the blame and the
blot
That greets us with failing breath,
For instead of night is the love and
light
Os the wonderful Dawn of Death.
—ARTHUR GOODENOUGH.
CHAT.
Answers to Correspondents.
ATHOS of Georgia asks: “What
are the national flowers of the
different countries? I once had
this bit of information (given by you
in The Sunny South) in my scrap
book, but that dear old book was de
stroyed in the recent big hailstorm.
A window was broken near my table
and the rain and the immense hail
stones beat in, destroying several of
my books, that were on the table. I
want to tell my pupils what the na
tional flowers are on our next tree
planting day.”
The rose is England’s national flow
er. It was adopted by the English af
ter the famous “war of the roses” that
lasted thirty years. The special na
tional rose is called the Tudor Rose,
as it is blended white and red. The
thistle has been the national flower of
Scotland since the marriage of James
IV. to Margaret Tudor, daughter of
Henry VII. of England. The shamrock
a species of clover, is Ireland’s nation
al flower, selected because St. Patrick
used it to illustrate the doctrine of the
Holy Trinity from its tri-parted leaf.
The homely leek, one of the 150 va
rieties of the union family, is the na
tional flower of Wales. The fleur de
lis, which we know as the purple Iris,
is France’s national flower, appearing
on her flag. The simple and graceful
blue corn flower was made the nation
al emblem of Germany by Kiser Wil
liam in memory of his good and wise
mother, Louise of Mecklenberg, who,
while the royal family lived in close
retirement after the disastrous battle
of Gena in October 14, 1806, used a
wreath made of corn flowers (bought
at a generous price from a peasant
flower girl) to show her children that
beauty there is in simple things, plac
ing the wreath on the brow of Prin
cess Charlotte who later, was the Em
press of Russia.
Prussia has made her favorite tree,
the Linden, a cousin of our white lo
cust tree, her national floral emblem.
The pride of the Prussians in their fa
mous avenue in Berlin, the Nuter den
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Linden, with its four .rows of stately
linden trees on which is situated the
king’s palace and other prominent
buildings, caused them to adopt the
linden as their representative in the
botanic world. Italy chose the lovely
and lowly daisy flower sung by Burns
and other poets. On all gala occasions
the people of Italy give their gorgeous
flowers the go-by and wear bouquets
of the snowy daisies. The national
flower of Mexico is the cactus, which
Mr. Burbank, the botanic wizard, has
succeeded in rendering thornless, thus
making it a perfect plant, unique as to
foliage, richly beautiful in its blossom,
and delicious as to its fruit leaves and
fruit are all eaten and a lasting fabric
is woven of the fiber of the plant,
which has over fifty varieties. The
national flower of Egypt is the lotus,
or rose-lily; of Japan, the chrysanthe
mum; of Greece, the violet; of Switz
erland, the edelweiss; of Holland, the
tulip; of Austria, the sunflower; of
Saxony, the mignonette; of Spain, the
pomegranate. But the United States;
what is its national flower? The gol
denrod has been adopted by some of
the States, the magnolia has been sug
gested and objected to, because it is
indigenous only in the South. The
rhododendron grows all over the coun
try, even in bleak New England; here
we call this rich yet delicate flower,
the mountain laurel. But there is one
tree, most superb in form and foliage,
most unique and classic in blossom,
which it seems to me should be our
national floral emblem, since it grows,
I think in every state. This is the
splendid tree, which we wrongly call
poplar, with its large, violin-shaped
leaf and exquisite yellow and pale
green, tulip-shaped blossom. In some
localities, it is called the tulip tree,
but its true name is stately, like the
tree itself —Liriodendron which means
lily bearing. Why should this grandly
beautiful tree, which is peculiar to our
country and is native of no other land
why should it not be chosen as our
national floral representative.
MATER.
Clarkston.
TLClttb ©ur Correspondents
WHAT WILL STOP ONE ON THE
DOWNGRADE?
A writer says: There are two things
which will arrest the young man who
is on the down grade; these are rea
son and will power. But, friend, sup
pose the young fellow hasn’t any will
power? Some talented, amiable men
and women are born with no more
will power than a crab. In this case
what shall be done? Why, the weak
brother or sister must be helped. A
stronger will must come to the rescue.
Among the farmers when a physical
weakling gets “in the grass,” or his
calf falls into a ditch his stronger
neighbors lend a hand and get him
out of the scrape. So the morally
weak brother must be assisted, led
back across the beaten track of wild
ness and wretchedness into the right
path.
It may be a good man’s influence or
it may be a good woman’s friendship
that saves him. One is as often the
saving factor as the other, but his
helper must be one in whom he has
supreme faijth.
Often a man does not realize that
he is going down hill, and a frank
warning kindly spoken by a friend
may open his eyes and show him his
danger. I am speaking now of those
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unfortunates who are born with weak
wills. When the strong-willed man
does yield to temptation, his fall is
still more pitiable and more apt to be
final.
Love is essential to a man’s reform.
It may be the love of a mother, a sis
ter, a sweetheart or a faithful manor
woman friend. The fact is the same
in either case.
HEARTSEASE-.
Alabama.
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JUST A WORD TO MOTHERS—-FA
THERS, TOO.
So many mothers are anxious to
train their children aright, but they
neglect many of the small ways of do
ing this. They do not think closely
enough. Many mothers reprove their
children sharply for making a noise.
It is natural for healthy children to
make a noise. Don't think your boys
will go to ruin because they make a
racket. Draw a line between innocent
hilarity and a vicious commotion, mak
ing. A glum, unresponsive child is apt
to grow up a degenerate or a criminal.
At the first sign of real depravity in a
child, it should be corrected. Do not
laugh because it seems “smart.” If
you do, you will live to regret it bit
terly. Do not talk of your children’s
misdeeds lightly before them, think
ing they do not understand you. They
do understand. Do not talk dispar
agingly of your child, making him feel
that he is a reprobate. If you tell hin\
often enough that he is the worst
child you ever knew; he will likely
grow up to be the worst man you ever
knew. And be sure you let him see
that you, yourself, practice In your
own life what you teach to him. Un
less this is the case, all the precepts
you lay down for him to follow are so
much idle breath. Do you think No
ah’s family would have gone into the
ark if he had not gone? They would
not have believed a word about that
deluge. Nor will your child believe in
heaven unless he sees you trying to
get there.
I love The Golden Age and its finely
conducted Household. Everything in
it is good and well written. The poe
try is fine. Arthur Goodenough and
Margaret Richard are two real poets
and Ben Ivy writes good verse. The
little stories are the best of their kind.
Fineta’s correspondent is a capital let
ter writer. Let us hear from her and
from brilliant Fineta, too.
ALFRED CROWDEN.
A GLANCE AT SOME NEW BOOKS.
Dear Friends:
These bright, cool autumn days I
have been taking refreshing dips into
some new books. The White Sister.
Marion Crawford’s latest, and alas!
his last book since he has gone from
among the ranks of living authors, is
a love story, painful at times, but fine
ly true to nature. It shows the hard
struggle towards the good of one who
is handicapped. In this way it is help
ful as well as of absorbing interest.
“The Silent House” is unreal in some
respects. In other ways it reveals the
workings of a secretive and deceptive
soul. The Shepherd of the Hills is
one of the cleanest books I have lately
read and one of the ablest in its por
trayal of character, and of the surety
with which punishment on earth fol
lows, as the shadow follows the man.
A preacher in a fashionable city
church, has a son who has wronged
the daughter of a lowly but honest
and sturdy mountaineer. The son
would have repaired the wrong, had
he not stood in fear of his father’s
displeasure. When the father of the
girl tells the story in its pathetic re
ality to the worldly preacher remorse
pierces his soul; he turns from the
city to the austere solitude of the
mountains as a cure for his distorted
ideas of right, and finds it; That
Printer of Udells is another novel by
Harold Wright who gives in it U
masterly, delineation of the religious
hypocrite,
"The Secret Woman” lacks the
purity of ideals and which I
have found in most of the new books
which 1 have read lately, consequent
ly, 1 just skimmed its contents. “The
Goose Girl” is a queer book with the
oddest kind of heroine, but it has a
special fascination. I may say the
same of “The Secret Orchard.” “The
Fair Mississippian” by Miss Cruddock
—a Tennessee another is a disappoint
ment. It goes slightly into the occult
—dealing with the mystery of ghosts
—“hants” as the darkies and back
woods people call these unexplained
visitants from across the border. The
characters have true simple hearts,
with the natural edge somewhat worn
off by contact with society. “The
Quickening”—by Lynde is a most
enjoyable book. Among Southern
male novelists, 1 think Will Harben
stands pre-eminent. I hope he will
give in more of his strong stories
about the honest and picturesque
people of the mountains.
MIZPAH.
Nashville, Tenn.
HOUSEHOLD INFORMATION.
Orange Pudding.
A delicious orange pudding is ma<|e
of the yelks of three eggs, one table
spoonful of corn-starch, one cupful of
sugar, one pint of sweet milk. While
this custard is boiling, peel and slice
five oranges and put the slices into a
pudding dish with sugar sprinkled
over each layer; when the custard is
done, and while hot, pour it over the
oranges. Make a meringue of the
whites of the eggs, and two table
spoons even, not heaping, full of sugar.
Ham Salad.
To use pieces of cold boiled ham
that are too small for the table, chop
them fine, line a salad-dish with let
tuce leaves, season the chopped ham
with pepper, a little mustard, and then
make a tomato dressing; take one
pint of tomato juice, strain it, thicken
it by adding one tablespoonful of ar
rowroot, mixed with a little of the
cold juice; then stir it into the other
and let it boil for two or three min
utes; add a little butter and pepper,
and pour over the ham. Serve hot or
cold.
Sore Throat.
Everybody has a cure for sore
throat, but. simple remedies appear to>
be more effectual. Salt and water is.
used by many as a gargle, but a little
rum and honey dissolved in sage tea
is better. An application of cloths
wrung out in hot water and applied to
the neck, changing as they begin to
cool, has the most potency for remov
ing inflammation of anything we ever
tried. It should be kept up for a num
ber of hours; during the evening is
usually the most convenient time for
applying this remedy.
Scalloped Oysters.
To give an even and most satisfac
tory brown to the top of a dish of
scalloped oysters, have the crackers
that form the top layer rolled so fine
as to be almost like flour; then wet
them all over with a little milk; do
