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X THE HOUSEHOLD &
A Department of Expression For Those Who Feel and Think.
HARBINGERS.
Such rustling and chirping and twit
tering
As I stood at my open door!
Such glad, gay notes of carroling—
Why, the birds have come once
more.
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Oh, the mystic sweep of their out
spread wings,
As they circle through the air!
Oh, the glorious feeling of all things
new
In a world God made so fair!
What were the birds talking about,
Chattering under the eaves?
“My dear, I’m afraid we come too
soon,”
Thus one little birdie grieves.
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“Don't you think the pages of calen
dars
Get sometimes mixed, you know?
A day like this seems out of place
After the heavy snow.”
But his gay little "wife, in her own
glad way,
With a nod of her head so wise,
And the quickest and brightest glance
of all
The heralds of springtime spies.
And she set all his doubts forever at
rest
(For a good wife is full of cheer).
“My dear, it is really and truly
spring,
For the daffodils are here.”
—M. B. MARSHALL.
Memphis, Tenn.
CHAT.
HE BEAUTIFUL Easter time is
near. The spring has already
had her awakening. The homes
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in the country and in the suburbs are
glorified by pink clouds of orchard
bloom; violets carpet the woodland
banks with radiant blue; the winds
are full of the delicious fragrance of
honeysuckles, and the birds are sing
ing Solomon's song to spring, the
first spring poem on record —
‘For lo! the winter is past
The storms are over and gone,
The flowers appear and the time
Os the singing birds has come.”
Easter as a religious festival is joy
ous and elating. It holds for those
who are bereaved a beautiful consola
tion —that the separations of this life
are only temporary; that our loved
ones are not dead, but only sleeping.
They shall awaken; we shall find
them in the morning. In the glad day
of heavenly reunion we shall see
again
“Those well-remembered faces smile,
Which we have loved and lost
awhile.”
One who has thought deeply and
whose faith, in the evening of life, is
fresh and vital, has told us that the
resurrection of Christ is the pivotal
point of the whole Bible. The Old
Testament led up to it, and at the
riven sepulchre, in Joseph’s garden,
the New Testament reached its coro
nation. The angels who said “Why
seek ye the living among the dead?”
brought a word of immortal cheer to
the mourning in all ages. Our Lord’s
own word. “Handle me and see; a spirit
has not flesh and bones as ye see me
have,” is a ringing assertion of vic
tory over the last enemy. His bene
diction of peace is sweeter because
He spoke it after having broken the
The Golden Age for March 24, 1910.
chain of death and emerged from its
prison a victor. That He was changed
in some way by the mystical power
of death is evident because He was
not immediately recognized by Mary
and by the two disciples who walked
and talked with Him and knew Him
not until their spiritual eyes were
opened. The soul that looked out of
His eyes and smiled with His lips
won glad recognition. In the other
life we shall see with spiritual vision
and shall know beyond all shadow of
doubt those who left us long years
ago. So the mother who lost her lit
tle one before it learned to lisp the
name of mother shall recognize the
soul and the face of her dear one,
though change and beautiful develop
ment have taken place. She need not
say with the poet-mother:
“Oh, say not so, how shall I know my
darling,
If changed her form and veiled with
shining hair,
If, since her flight, has grown my
pretty darling,
How shall I know her there?”
Dear friends, I wish every one of
you who knew our sweet Geraldine in
the Sunny South, and all who have
made her acquaintance in The Golden
Age would send her an Easter card
or a letter. She is so lonely, though
she has a sweet little home, made
dear with flowers and birds; yet she
is under the shadow of delicate
health and sad bereavement. She is
a semi-shut-in, who has passed many
anxious days in a sanitarium. She is
intellectual and cultured, a poet in
soul and an earnest lover of nature,
resembling in these respects our
gifted and lovely Margaret Richard,
who sings sd beautifully and at times
so cheerily that we joy to hear her
and forget that, like the wounded
bird,
“She hides the shaft beneath her
wing.”
Mattie Beverage has written an en
thusiastic letter of thanks to those
kind friends who responded so
promptly to her request that they
would remind her she was not forgot
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We have letters from Julia coman
Tait and Muda Hetmur, favorites
with all of you, and a lovely sketch
from Fineta, novelist and poet; also
two fine poems from Arthur Good
enough. Thanks, dear friends. You
are always read with interest by your
many admirers and gladly welcomed
by your old-time mater.
Do not forget, in these bright days
of spring, our good and noble editor,
Mr. Upshaw, who is on a bed of pain,
missing the beauty of the out-door
world, missing the opportunity to
have his eloquent and earnest lec
tures stir the hearts of the many who
regret that his engagements to be
with them were obliged to be recalled.
All of us hope and pray for his speedy
restoration. He is in the home of
loving friends, and his sweet young
wife is his devoted attendant.
MATER.
Clarkston, Ga.
Wftb Our Correspondents
LADY MAY’S ADVICE TO ANNIE.
Am I too late, Miss Annie, to offer
you a little advice. I think what one
of our members wrote you was an
experience well worthy of your con-
sideration. You will make the mis
take of your life if you expect to re
form that lover of yours and marry
him against the better judgment of
your friends. I know a lady now
who was placed as you are. She
married the man, and for years she
has not only had to support herself,
but him too, and she defied her peo
ple and married with the expectation
of reforming him as the years rolled
by. In this she failed. Few women
are called to be missionaries, and un
derstand their work, and before they
enter their fields of labor they have
to be educated for the work. Like
wise a woman would have to study
hard and well before she can ever
even reform a man from one bad
habit, much less a multiplicity of bad
habits. If a man can not give up
these bad qualities he has, for the
love he has for a woman and in order
to retain her love, it is useless for her
to try to get him to do it after they are
married. A woman wields a wonder
ful influence over a man it is true,
and they will promise to be good and
true, but do they do it every time.
No, they do not. I heard this lady
say to her husband one day. “Albert,
you promised me before we married
you would not smoke any more.” His
answer was, “What of it? I did
not think you were silly enough to
believe all I told you.” Comforting
wasn’t it? I don’t see how she can
respect him at all, much less love
hjm. Yes, this little woman .rues
the day, if she would only say so,
that she married a man to reform
him. So, beware, Miss Annie, and
unless you are a prodigy you can
never reform him, or at least that is
the opinion of
LADY MAY.
HOW SHE HELPED OUT THE IN
COME.
A woman, whose husband’s wages
are small helped with the family sup
port in this wise. She says:
100 Bushels Corn Per Acre
You can build up your farm to produce 100
bushels of corn per acre, and even a bigger yield
by systematic rotation, careful seed selection and good
plowing with good implements, proper cultivation, and
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liberally. Accept no substitute. If your dealer is out
of these fertilizers, write us and we will tell you where
to get them. Write for a free copy of our 1910 Farmers’
Year Book or Almanac. It will tell you how to get
a big yield of corn.
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. Richmond, Va. Atlanta, Ga.
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coi.mb».,c., KVlrginia-Caiolinaai
Town Montgomery, Ala.
Memphis, Tenn. UUCaijM
Bt-’~ Shreveport, La,
“Well, I was the discoverer of my
own field, It worried me to see the
vegetables and fruits at my grocer’s
wither and finally drp up and be
thrown away. I thought the matter
over and finally determined that I
would make him a proposition. It
was this, that he would allow me to
take all vegetables and fruits that
were not fresh enough to bring the
best prices and preserve or pickle
them on shares, he to dispose of them
in his shop.
“He was quite willing and now for
two years I have been making as
many pickles and preserves as I have
the time to give to the work. All of
his left overs are sent to me, and I
make them up and send them back to
be sold at a fair price. His store has
gotten the reputation of having home
made pickles and preserves and there
is always a good demand for such
things, so he is pleased not only to
have his unsalable fruits and vege
tables saved, but to sell the preserves
and pickles. I also make cordials and
catsups when he receives orders for
them. I do the work, and as I make
no outlay I am not worried when the
sales are made, neither do I worry
about its not being a good year for
fruits and vegetables. Last year my
share of the profits was $735. When
you consider that I made no invest
ment except my own time and labor,
I think that you will agree that I did
pretty well. But you must remember
that I now do not go off for a sum
mer’s holiday, as most other women,
but remain in town during the sum
mer and go out at the season when
there are fewest vegetables in the
market.
“At present I make up the ‘left overs’
from six groceries, and I could get
as many more had I the time and
was so situated that I could take
more help. I do not, however, think
that I shall branch out during the
next two years, for family reasons,
but when I do I intend to get as
