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Hyacinth—hyacinth—
Spring’s dearest child,
Skies may be gloomy
And winds may be wild!
Ever thou tellest
Os song and of sun,
Ever thou sangest
That winter is done!
Hyacinth—hyacinth—■
Flower of my heart!
Sorrows may seek me
And joys may depart;
Never thou tellest
Os death or despair,
Ever thy coming
Shall lighten my care!
A Series of Talks on Living Authors
I Have Known.
No. 1.
The first truly author I ever met
was a native of Tennessee, which has
been most prolific of literary genius, as
well as
Most forward still
In every feat of good—or ill.
This author was Mrs. Laura C. Hol
loway, whose father was a governor
of Tennessee. After the war, she
went to Washington and was a guest
of President Johnson, during the three
years she was writing “The Ladies of
the White House,” her most popular
book, of which over seventy thousand
copies have been sold in this country
and Europe. After its publication
she went to New York and becaihe
editorially connected with The Brook
lyn Eagle. It was in her office there
that I met her, just after the Apple
ton’s had published my first book,
“Manch.” I was the guest of their
business manager, Mr. Derby, and his
lovable wife. Mrs. Holloway had
published a number of nice things
about Manch and I called to thank
her. She was deeply engaged with
the person then most prominent in
the public eye, Samuel Tilden, but
she put politics aside and gave her
sister scribe, a hearty welcome.
When I came to New York to en
gage in literary work, I met her in
her home, in Brooklyn. She was,
strange to say, a Buddhist in religion,
and believed in reincarnation —
spheres, astral bodies and all their
foolish doctrines. The brilliant editor
of The Brooklyn Eagle had died a
short time before. There was a
warm —on his part, it was said, —or
sentimental friendship between them,
and on his death bed fie sent for her
to come to him, but she did not go.
At a reception in her home one even
ing she was telling us some things
concerning her Oriental beliefs, and
she calmly informed us that three days
after his burial The Eagle editor ap
peared to her. “He came and stood in
the door of this very room,” she said.
“You saw him, dear,” appealing to her
son. “Yes, I saw him,” “and you,
too —turning to another gentleman, “I
saw him distinctly,”- was the answer.
“He was coming in,” she went on,
“when I frowned and waved him
back.”
“Oh! why did you do that?” I ex
claimed.
THE HOUSEHOLD
A Department of Expression For Those Who Feel and Think
THE HYACINTH
By ARTHUR H. GOODENOUGH.
CHA T
Hyacinth—hyacinth—
Flower of my soul!
Losses may fret me
And dark Fates control,
Ever thy brightness
Shall banish my fear,
Ever my hopes with
Thy blossoms appear!
Welcome, sweet hyacinth,
Dearest of flowers!
After the gloomy, the
Desolate hours;
Ever thy bloom
With exultance I see;
Ever my spirit
Rejoices in thee!
“Because it was only a shade —only
the shell of the mind. Such shells
have but little consciousness. They
dissolve into nothingness in a short
time.
“You do not believe then, as the
Spiritualists believe?”
“Emphatically, no! We Orientalists
attach no importance to the appear
ance of the shade after death.”
I found that many of the literary
women of Njew York were Buddhist's,
or, as they calf themselves, Vedists, in
their religious faith. Among the most
notable were Ella Wheeler Wilcox,
Mrs. Croly and beautiful Mrs. Ella
Clymer, who was president of Sorosis,
after Mrs. Croly yielded the chair she
had so long occupied. They were con
verted to this faith by the lectures
and the pure lives of the Hindoo Sua
mis—or teachers, who are sweet-voic
ed, persuasive and graceful, with won
derful soft, dark eyes, and faces of
spiritual beauty. Their thoughts and
their lives seem to be on a lofty, spirit
ual plane. They eat only fruit and
bread, and require but little for their
bodily needs. For money they have
no greed and little use. Their follow
ers are also strict vegetarians, some
of these not even eating eggs.
(Continued Next Week.)
WUtb ®ur Gorresponbents
HOW I SAW THE SWISS BELL
RINGERS.
A Reminiscence of Childhood.
We were at the supper table, when
my father said: “The Swiss Bell-
Ringers are in town tonight. Would
any of you like to go?”
There was a momentary silence,
then little brother, aged seven, said:
“I want to go, papa.”
Then the little sister, aged five, pip
ed up, “I want to go, too, papa.”
“Very well,” said father, as a smile
went ’round the table; “if you think
you won’t be afraid of the dark.”
“No, sah, papa,” they assured him,
so, quite in a spirit of fun the two
tots were made ready and allowed to
depart, nobody thinking they would go
any farther than the gate, at most.
But, as the moments passed, and
they did not return, my father started
in pursuit, saying, as he' took his hat:
“Daughter, don’t you want to go?”
But I declined, I had my lessons to
get for next day. No sooner was he
out of the house, however, than I
changed my mind. It would be a pity,
The Golden Age for February 6,1913.
I thought, to miss it. I might never
have another chance. So, making a
few changes in my toilet, in record
time, I started in pursuit of my father.
It seemed to me that I had been but
a moment behind him, yet, when I
got to the gate I could see nothing of
him. There was no moon, but the
stars were shining, so, with a wildly
beating heart, I took up the chase.
The shrubbery in the yards along
the way and the trees on the edge of
the walk cast dense shadows in places,
so that I was almost fainting with ter
ror when I saw, or thought I saw,
father, standing, waiting for me. I
rushed to him with arms outsertched:
“Oh, pa, I’m so glad!”
That is what I meant to say, but the
collision with the tree that I had so
fervently embraced, left me no
breath. As soon as I could recover
I took up the pursuit, but I had gone
quite half of the mile that lay be
tween my home and the court house,
before I came up with my father, and
took great comfort from the clasp of
his hand.
Arrived at the court house, father in
quired of the young man who kept the
door if a little boy and girl had gone
in.
“Oh, yes,” he answered, “you will
find them way up at the front.”
As father and I took our seats by
the small couple, whose heads scarce
ly reached the top of the bench, the
little sister turned to me, with quite
a supercilious air, demanding, “Huh!
what you come fer?”
The concert itself has long since fad
ed from my recollection, but the pre
liminaries are indelibly engraved on
my memory.
MARY LIGON MILLER.
Trenton, S. C.
+ +
VEGETARIAN DIET.
Our dear Editor has kindly asked
me to write something on this line,
and while I use vegetables, fruits and
cereals largely in my family, I use
meat, fish and eggs also.
I remember a lady, a traveling busi
ness woman, who took a room with
us for a week or two, and asked me
to serve her meals as her physician
would not allow her to eat meat, and
she found it so hard to procure meals
to suit in the hotels and boarding
houses. When she left she told me she
had relished her food and felt quite
well. I served her, for example some
thing like the following:
Breakfast —Mush of oats, raspber
ries, rolls, chocolate. Dinner —Celery
soup, summer squash, toast, apple sa
go pudding. Supper—Rice and milk,
apple sauce, cookies, tea.
Breakfast —Force, hot milk, stewed
prunes, toast. Dinner —Macaroni and
tomatoes, toast, peaches with bread
and butter. Supper—Chocolate, ginger
bread, bread and butter, baked pears.
Breakfast—Wheat heart mush, co
coa, eggs, toast. Dinner —Stewed car
rots with cream sauce with chopped
parsley, brown bread and butter,
crackers, custard. Supper—Stewed
celery, graham crackers, blackberries.
Breakfast —Graham gems, Logan ber
ries, cocoa. Dinner —Stewed corn,
string beans, bread and butter, rice
pudding. Supper—Cream potatoes,
muffins, cookies, peaches.
Breakfast —Grape Nuts, hot milk,
rolls, prunes. Dinner—Baked pota
toes, tomatoes, summer squash, frit
ters. tea. Supper—Peas, toast, black
berries, cake.
Breakfast—Oranges, rolled oats,
bread and butter, milk. Dinner—Par-
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ham bread, butter, sago and apple pud
ding. Supper—Baked potatoes, scram
bled eggs, toast, tea, plums.
Breakfast —Oat mush, soft boiled
eggs, bread, cocoa. Dinner —Boiled
salmon, parsley sauce, baked potatoes,
custard. Supper—Rice and milk,
toast, baked pears, tea.
No meat, no coffee, pie or rich cake.
I think meat is good in moderation.
We use it at least for dinner. I be
lieve fish and eggs excellent. —Bessie
Johnson.
4. 4.
STUDENTS SHOULD STUDY MAN.
Editor Golden Age:
If I were able, I should be glad
to write to every university student,
who is interested in thescientiflc and
sociologic study of man, especially
criminal, pauper and defective men.
I trust, therefore, you will publish
this letter, and I request each student
to regard it as a personal letter to
himself, whom I shall be pleased to
help all I can, should he desire to
devote his life to the fundamental
study of social pathology.
I appeal to university students to
direct their attention more to the
scientific study of humanity. It is
a cry to “Come over into Macedonia
and help us.” Let the university
encourage students more to take up
these subjects which have been so
long neglected, and in which there
are great opportunities to aid human
ity, directly, by scientific investigation
of the causes of crime, pauperism and
defectiveness, in order to prevent and
lessen them through knowledge gained
by first-hand study of the individuals,
themselves.
When a student chooses for his life
work, a subject in the older branches
of knowledge, as physics,, philosophy,
philology, Greek, Latin and natural
history, he finds the field somewhat
well developed; but not so in more
recent sociological lines of research,
as criminal anthropology (criminol
ogy, shorter term), and other cog
nate subjects, in which there is full
opportunity for mental acumen and
scientific ability of the highest char
acter, to carry out most lofty pur
poses.
The question may arise as to what
course of study will prepare one best
for such work. I would suggest thei
following:
Ist. A two years’ course in psychol
ogy, especially laboratory work.
2nd. Medical studies to the ex
tent of anatomy, physiology, general
pathology, nervous disease and in
sanity (especially clinical studies.)
3rd. A practical course in crani
ology in the laboratory.
4th. Facility in reading modern
languages, especially German and
French.
Thus social pathology, especially
criminal anthropology, one of its
branches, requires more extensive
preliminary training than most sub
jects, for it involves the investiga
tion of man both mentally and physi
cally. Such training is synthetic,
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