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• THE SNOW.
By Arthur H. Goodenough.
I cannot love the snow; tho’ it is
white
And chaste and lovely as an angel’s
breast!
Its coming brings my spirit no delight
Tho’ earth is dear in Summer beauty
dress’t!
1 cannot love the snow: I everdread
In spite of all its purity the hour
When over flowers and fields and
grasses dead
The tyrant winter manifests his
power!
And loss and sorrow mingle in my
mood
As I recall the things I used to know,
The paths I loved —the water and the
wood
Lost in a blank oblivion of snow.
For all too eloquently unto me
Appeals the muteness of that fridgid
spell!
And in the silence white I seem to
see
An awsome vision! Death made visi
ble!
SOME CURIOUS FREAKS OF THE
CYCLONE.
You all have read concerning the
cyclone that swept through Clarks
ton, the town in which I live, and de
stroyed life and property.
There were tragedy and loss, but
also there were some curious freaks
of the terrible wind power. A large
tree near the summer home of Mr.
Sams was uprooted and carried off
and a column from the destroyed
veranda was picked up and neatly set
in the hole left by the uprooted tree.
From the great heap of debris, which
had once been the beautiful summer
home of Dr. Brockett and his daugh
ter, Mrs. Comer, there was drawn
out from under beams and smashed
furniture, a large beveled mirror that
had not a crack on it. This large
two-story house, filled with treasures
of fine furniture, pictures, books,
piano, cut glass, etc., was literally
lifted up by the wind spirit, crushed
as you would an egg and dropped
down in a most unsightly heap.
The family were expecting to move
out for the summer in a few days.
The tenant houses on the place were
all destroyed, and the three inmates
of one were killed. The body of
the woman was carried up into a
thick-limbed tree and wedged there
so hard that it was extricated with
great difficulty. The wide veranda
of a residence near by was torn away,
carried a little distance and turned
upside down. Hundreds of straws
were driven into stout timbers, giving
the appearance of bristles. Clothes,
bedding, carpets and rugs were car
ried off for miles, strewing the ground
and borne up into the few trees that
remained in the cyclone’s path. These
trees were all oaks, not a pine was
left standing.
One of the bits of scenery in which
Clarkston took pride, was a beautiful
hill rising from Peachtree creek,
crowned with a grove of magnificent
THE HOUSEHOLD
A DEPARTMENT OF EXPRESSION FOR THOSE WHO FEEL AND THINK.
EDITED BY MRS. MARY E. BRYAN.
CHAT
THE BUTTERFLIES.
By Arthur H. Goodenough.
My thoughts are like the butterflies
That throng the meads of May;
As plentiful —as pitiful —
As beautiful —as they!
Upon my mental eye they burst
Like painted visions gay;
Then brilliantly as autumn leaves
Disperse and whirl away.
My thoughts are like the butterflies
That thro’ the Maytime air,
Go flying—flitting—out and in
Then hasten other where.
And while they stay the earth and
heaven
Seem all transmagrafied;
And sin and care are found nowhere
And none have ever died.
And when they go‘the earth seems
blank —
The skies grow dull and cold
And they depart on wings of grief,
Who came on wings of gold!
pines. Not one was left standing.
The cyclone laid low all those noble
trunks and thick tops on which the
sunshine had loved to glisten.
The saddest incident of the cyclone
here was the destruction of the home
of an industrious, worthy farmer and
the death and injuries to himself and
his- little family. - His arm was crush
ed so that it had to be amputated,
his wife’s h’p and back -were broken
and his daughter, a girl of fourteen,
was carried off, and when found by
her father, who searched for her de
spite his mangled arm, she said only,
“I am dying; kiss me,” and passed
away. All the possessions of this fam
ily were swept away. Where the
house had stood was bare ground,
and the fragments of furniture, cloth
ing and bedding strewed the country.
Had the cyclone struck the south
instead of the north side of Clarks
ton, far more damage and loss of life
would have occurred. In the old and
rather frail town hall, forty children
were enjoying a candy pulling. It is
probable that the hall would have
been demolished.
A young Alabama teacher, Miss
Denver, exhibited great foresight and
judgment on the day of the cyclone
which wholly destroyed two towns of
that s f ate. Miss Denver was teaching
in Clarkston. In the afternoon she
noted the peculiar appearance of the
gathering clouds. At once she dis
missed the school and just twenty
minutes later the building was flat
tened out over the ground. Had the
school not been dismissed as a result
of the teacher’s forethought, it im
probable every occupant of the build
ing would have been killed.
It will be remembered that a young
western teacher saved the lives of his
flock by tying them together before
going out into the blinding blizzard,
where no one could see his hand be
fore his face. Holding the string and
encouraging the frightened children,
she succeeded in guiding them safely
to their homes.
The Golden Age for April 3, 1913
Eggs When Wanted.
When looking over letters and con
tributions that had come since I was
so suddenly stricken down in January,
I found a letter from that graceful
writer, Murril, replying to a request of
mine that she should tell the House
hold how she managed to have quan
tities of eggs in December, when a
great complaint was going up that the
hens of the country were on a dead
strike.
She says: “Yes, my small flock of
hens did lay a surplus of twenty-four
dozen eggs during last December. Our
table was plentifully supplied, and, be
sides, we used a good many for medi
cal purposes. The poet of our
family had a cold nearly all winter
and an ‘egg dram’ was in his estima
tion the best of all remedies. It may
be efficacious, but it does its work
very slowly, for the cold continues —
so does the remedy.
The climate here in Alabama is
ideal. I raise chickens all the year
round, broilers, winter and sjpring,
without incubators or brooders. The
little chicks have fine range with their
mothers. Those hatched in winter
are more free from disease than those
hatched later. Perhaps the secret of
my success is that our place is thor
oughly sodded with Bermuda grass,
so that all through the winter, the
chickens find bits of green, and green
food is one of the main requirements.
It is perhaps best to have one
breed and try to improve that, but my
poultry at present is of the jungle va
riety—nearly all kinds of breeds with
a mixture of the common dunghill.”
The one of my neighbors who has
perhaps been most successful with a
small flock of hens has Buff Leghorns
to lay and they do lay most prolifi
cally, and for mothers fluffy Lang
shans to act as incubators.
Is Prayer Answered?
Our dear Margaret Richard has had
to suffer another blow. Last Friday
her mother was stricken with para
lysis. She has recovered the use of
her speech, but not of her lower
limbs. These remain paralyzed. Mar
garet is burdened with grief. She
writes: “Pray for her; pray for me.”
Most earnestly we will send up inter
cessions for the recovery of this noble
woman, who has been all in all to her
gifted and delicate daughter. I be
lieve in the efficacy of prayer. Christ
himself prayed constantly. There are
people, however, and not wicked ones,
who do not believe that prayer ever
brings real results, though they have
the evidence of those in whose truth
they believe. Suppose they were as
skeptical as regards wireless teleg
raphy; that they denied the fact that
people on land could get air-borne
messages across the seas, miles
away. Imagine how interested those
who knew would be to convince these
unbelievers. Should we not be as in
terested in convincing those who are
doubtful or skeptical as regards
prayer being answered that this is as
true as the wireless message? How
many of you have had the experience
that a petition from you has been an
swered from the skies? Let us hear
your experience in this matter, dear
friends. M. E. B.
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HOW SHOULD WE TREAT THE
ERRING.
I know we are all glad that our
Mater is better and able to continue
with us, though she hasn’t been ab
sent from us. Each week there has;
been something from her fascinating
pen.
B. E. Rogers asked some questions
concerning faith and trust in God. 1
wish I could answer in full, but as
-1 have been thinking along those lines
myself of late I will try to write out
a few of my thoughts.
We should always trust and believe
in God. We may ask why. If God is
all good, all wise, all powerful, does
He allow so much pain, sorrow, wick
edness, death and destruction? If
God made all things, why did he cre
ate evil? We should not trouble our
selves with such questions. They fos
ter unbelief. We have God’s good
gifts, the best of which is Jesus
Christ. Therefore, we should accept,
trust, believe and “work out in our
lives our own salvation” that God
has worked within us. Then help with
all our might to work out the salva
tion of others. Right here is one
point in your letter. We should do
all we can to help the erring then
trust the rest with God.
What are we to do for the erring?
Is a question that is difficult to an
swer. Loving kindness, gentle treat
ment are potent remedies. “Venge
ance is mine saith the Lord. I will
i epay,” therefore we should let God 5
in his own way and time punish the
erring and if he sees fit turn him from
the error of his way if by our prayers,
living kindness and entreaties we can
not do it. The Bible enjoins fasting
and prayer—“ The fervent prayer of
the righteous availeth much.” There
fore by a consecration of ourselves
and a self-denial in fasting and ab
staining from sinful indulgences we
become fit to approach a throne of
grace to plead for the erring. We
can then feel confident that what God
does is for the best. Am I right,.
Mater, dear? If not, do not publish
this letter. I do not believe in cruel
penance such as hurting the flesh or
starving the body, but I believe that
abstaining or fasting helps to fit us
for a closer walk with God as it cru
cifies the flesh and purifies the spirit.
Still we can approach the mercy seat
by an act of the will when we have
not fasted. Simply believe in Christ
and all is well.
MUDA HETNER.
THE AWAKENING HAS COME.
I do not agree with Pastor Russell
who says in one of his sermons “The
truth has begotten a spirit of liberty,
but the divine word having been neg
lected liberty is in danger of being
licensed, leading to anarchy and the
wreck of our present civilization.”
It is true that the divine word has
not been taught as it should have
been. Had it been taught as Christ
intended, there would not be so much
s+rife in the world today. But the
awakening has come and the divine
word is not only being taught rightly,
but is being put into practice and
relief from the world’s deplorable
condition is manifesting itself through
a “full realization of the fatherhood
cf God and brotherhood of men.”
We should not be like the woman
who when she saw the Aurora Bore
alis, exclaimed: “That is a sign of
war, or peace, or one or the other.”
We see the spirit of Christ illuminat-