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The Home Circle for Our Young People
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THE LAST GOOD NIGHT
Once more, dear mother, let me say
“Good night,”
And kiss thee, as I have been wont
of old,
There on thy marble brow, so pure
and white,
And on thy loving lips, so pale and
cold.
Take this my farewell kiss, I give
thee now
Let my hot tears fall fast upon thv
cheek;
Would they could melt the coldness
of thy brow,
Would they could move thy loving
lips to speak.
Wilt thou not answer back again,
“Good night?”
Why are thy lips so mute? Not so
of yore,
Oh! mother, breathe one word, and
let the light
Os thy dear eyes illume my heart
once more.
In vain! in vain! thou answerest not
thy child.
Whom to thy heart thou hast so
often press’d;
A Letter from Norway
By a Student in University of Leipzig, Germany, who is Traveling
During Vacation in Norway.
Sovik, Romsdalen, Norway.
Dear Home Circle:
We are having beautiful weather
and a delightful time. We have learn
ed a good deal of Norwegian language
and can read easy matter quite flu
ently. There is little difficulty with
it because of the close similarity in
some respects to German and Eng
lish. Then, living in a Norwegian
home like one of the family, as far as
could be expected, we have a good op
portunity for conversation. There
are two familes, the parents and the
“children,” each close by. The lat
ter family have five children and we
have a good time playing with them.
The Golden Age for April 3, 4913
Conducted by MRS. G. B. LINDSEY
Vainly I call, in accents soft or wild —
Thou wilt not speak, and set my
heart at rest.
And is this death? Or art thou feign
ing sleep?
Oh! beauteous counterfeit! if such
it be —
No, no! thou couldst not hear thy chil
dren weep,
And lie there, heedless of their cries
to thee.
Good night! good night! sweet moth
er, ’tis the last
For ah! tomorrow’s sinking sun its
beams
Upon thy grave in golden lines will
cast,
And I no more shall see thee but
in dreams.
Oh! for that long tomorrow, whose
bright sun
Shall never set —for God will be its
light;
Then, dearest mother, all our partings
done,
We shall no longer need to say,
“Good night!”
Anon.
They.were a little timid at first but
since we made a few paper toys for
them and gave them some candy they
have overcome that timidity. The
youngest one is a little baby, and, of
course, we two have not much in com
mon. My friend, Prohl, plays with
him sometimes. The next two are
about three and five. The way the
three year old child coasts down the
hills alone on a sled frightened me at
first. The five year old cuts wood
and helps to do the work. The other
is eleven and the girl is thirteen. The
boy, of course, does a large amount of
work after school. He shaves the
bark off of limbs for the cow; they
use the bark of trees for cow feed
these long winters when feed is
scarce.
Prohl and I chop and saw wood,
stack wood, haul it and do other
work on the farm every day. It is
very pleasant to work up here in this
cold climate. Everyone has a little
surplus energy. All of the mountains
and peaks are covered with snow and
ice; the air is bracing, but not too
cold; and the fresh air from the sea
is healthful. The climate of Norway
on the coast is delightful, for it is
not very cold in the winter and is
cool in the summer. The climate is
regulated by the gulf stream so that,
although Norway is as far north as
Greenland, it is not buried in ice like
that country. Even up where the sun
does not rise during the winter
months nor set in the summer the
climate is very much less cold than
in other countries of this location.
In Greenland, for instance, the land
is buried in snow even in the summer.
In the summer time here at Void
or Sovik the sun sets only for four
or five hours, and it is light enough
all during the night to read without
a light, notwithstanding the moun
tains around here. At present a great
part of the day is morning-glow and
dusk with the low, slanting, pale sun
casting a beautiful light unknown to
the South. This pale, slanting, soft
light shining on the snowy peaks gives
them a rosy glow more beautiful than
the “Alpine Glow,” and the reflec
tion on the Fjords and narrow arms
of the sea between great cliffs and
mountains makes the most beautiful
of bold, stern, sober scenery that I
have ever seen.
Strange Inhabitants of the Sea.
Prohl and I have been taking a
row of a few miles on the Fjord for
the last several days. Day before yes
terday we rowed to a high mountain
rising out of the sea and found there
hundreds of beautiful rocks and sea
weed, shells, strange fishes and forms
of growth under the water. The
Fjords are clear and we could see a
great distance down under the water.
I was much surprised to find such a
world of life away down under the
sea. We could reach some of the
growths with the oars and plucked
off several great red plant-like fishes,
or shells, that grew down in the wa
ter and looked like big red poppy
leaves. We cut several open and
were surprised to find that they were
living organisms with digestive ap
paratus and flesh. The outside was
covered with long stickers to protect
it and the whole shell fish was divid
ed into five symmetrical divisions.
Great rocks of all sizes and shapes
lay in the water at the foot of the
mountains and we enjoyed rowing by
them and examining them. The water
was a little rough coming back, but
not unpleasant and we had the wind
with us so that helped a great deal
in rowing. The boat is a large one
with two sets of oars so that we both
rowed togfetiher, but coming back
Prohl used his overcoat as a sail a
part of the way and it went very
nicely.
Yesterday evening the Fjord was
stiller than we have ever seen it,
so we got the boat out for a row about
G o’clock in the evening. We rowed
about forty-five minutes over to a
great jagged cliff a little over two
miles from here. There it was so
deep at the shores that we could not
see the bottom clearly except just at
the edge. The big mountain runs so
precipitiously into the Fjord that
there is little shore, but the large
rough rocks under the water were
very pretty and we saw some star
fish and other curious growths un
der the water or hanging to the rocks.
The Land of Dragons and Elves.
This big mountain of rock is just
such a kind as the Norweigan phan
tasy peoples with giants and dragons
and elves. The rough surface of this
cliff has, in fact, an appearance that
might easily frighten one and the loud
echo that you hear from the face of
the cliff strenthens this impression.
No Christian land has so much folk
lore, so many sayings and legends, so
many stories of dragons and giants
and elves as Norway and the other
northern countries about here. This
is due in part, to the great, sober, aw
ful mountain and Fjord scenes, to the
horror that the Norwegians have of
the rugged, dark mountains, to the
long winter nights of the north, that
distorts shapes of stones and rock in
to seeming ghosts and spirits, and the
strong echoes of the Fjords and moun
tains. Then too the clear water en
ables them to see so far down into
the sea, that the strange forms of
life there add to their phantasy, and
also the late date that the north coun
tries accepted Christianity. Before