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VOL XIII.
Hymn by Dr. Holmes.
At the twenty-fifth anniversary ot the res.
organization of the Young Men’s Christian
Union in Boston, the following hymn,
written for the occasion by Dr. Oliver Wen
del! Holmes, was read by the venerable poet:
Our'Father! while onr hearts unlearn
The creeds that wrong Thy name,
Still let our hallowed altars burn
With Faith’s undying flame.
Not by the lightning gleam of wrath
Our souls Thy face shall see,
The star of love must light the path
That leads to heaven and Thee.
Help ns to read our Master’s will
Through every darkening stain
That clouds His sacred image still,
And gee Him once again.
The brother man, the pitying friend,
Who weeps for human woes,
Whose pleading words of pardou blend
With cries of raging foes.
If, ’mid the gathering storms of doubt,
Our hearts grow faint and cold.
The strength we cannot live without,
Tby love w ill not withhold.
Our prayers accept, bur sins forgive,
Our youthful zeal renew,
Shape for us holier lives to live,
Aud nobier work to do.
How Grandma Went Home,
Dear old Grandma Jackson, like
everybody else, had the grippe, anil
had it badly, loo. She did not die,
but. site came near it. After a long
time, when the doctor allowed her to
creep down-stairs, weak and white
aud wan, her poor mind was filled
with the queerest notion. She thought
she was making a visit at her brother’s
in New Hampshire.
Day after day she spent in the big
rocking-chair at the sitting-room win¬
dow, gazing out at the familiar • street
with wistful, dim blue eyes, and
keeping up a pitiful murmur of “Oh,
if I could only go home ! I know I
should get better right straight off, if
they’d only just let me go home !’’
Grandpa, in his seat opposite, wor¬
ried much over her unhappy fancy.
There were even moments when she
did not recognize him, but bent upon
him, too, the same troubled look, as if
a strange face had suddenly replaced
that which she had known aud loved
so long.
“Don’t you think we’d bettor be
talking of going home, father?” sho
would ask every morning in an anxious
whisper. “It sceins to me we’ve been
here too long now, and there's no
sense in wearing out your welcome. I
guess Ezra’s folks’ll never want to set
eyes on us again; and i should like to
get back to Boston pretty soon. There’s
all my spring cleaning to see to. Oil
dear I I do want to get homo!”
‘•Well, but mother”— the old gentle¬
man would begin: but she went on
without heeding him.
“Ezra’s wife is well-meaning
enough, but she’s dreadfully wearing,
and that bed up in tlie north chamber
is hard as a pine log. Now that I’m
feeling poorly, seems as if I’d like to
get back to my own bed. There isn’t
one to compare with it in this place—
all live goose feathers, every one of
’em! O father, I don’t believe I shall
ever get any stronger here! Won’t
you see if you can’t manage to take me
home somehow?”
Thus she kept up her never-ending
homesick cry. The sutishiny May
days came and went, the elms on the
Common tossed their boughs against
the bluest of blue skies, children
played once more in the long malls
with shouts of laughter, wandering
bauds flooded the air with music, the
world was filled with the joy of
springtime.
But there were deepening wrinkles
on the gentle old face beneath the soft
white cap that rested on still softer
white hair, anil graudma’s shrivelled
hands, busied with their knitting,
trembled until the needles glittered in
the sun.
A note of despair had crept into her
longing for home. She could see
from her place at the window tlie
Common growing green anil the rush
of sunlight lighting up every corner
of the street to which she had come as
a bride half a century before.
This was the house where all her
cliildreu were born, where some of
them had died. In this very room
Rachel aud Martha had been married
many a year ago. Here her hoys had
clung to her neck with tears, as one
by one they had saiil good-by to her.
and gone out in to the world to make
their fortunes.
Loving memories were associated
SPRING PLACE, MURRAY COUNTY, GA. SATURDAY, AUGUST 5, 1893.
with the very chairs and tables. But
to grandma’s bewildered and failing
sight they were ouiy strange, uufu
miUar shapes.
“I want to go home!” she mourned
still. “I want to go home!”
The doctor shook his head one day
as he strapped up liis ease of medi¬
cines and drew on his driving gloves.
Miss Lydia had followed him out into
the entry.
“You don’t think she’s failing, doc¬
tor, do you?” she asked with a sudden
dread.
“Well, I don’t know. Her mind is
wearing out her body, and if she does¬
n’t get over the idea that she isn’t at
home soon, I’m afraid she may break
down under the strain. The only
thing to be done is to give her nour¬
ishing food and keep her as cheerful
as you can. Good morning!”
The doctor hurried away.
Miss Lydia turned slowly hack to
the sitting room. Those few words
had removed scales from her eyes, as
it were. She realized with a pang
how worn the dear figure by the win¬
dow hud grown of )ate, and how her
mother’s strange delusion hail tight¬
ened its hold week by week.
She weut about her work all day
with a weight at her heart, an un¬
spoken prayer on her lips. Anxious
Miss Lydia, an old maid in the old
home, was returning to her parents
the tender, untiring care which they
had bestowed on her as a child.
Through the long night she lay
awake, wondering if nothing could be
done to clear away the cobwebs from
that poor befogged brain. In the
early dawu an inspiration came to her
so happy that she breathed a deep
sigh of relief, and fell asleep only to
be aroused by the birds twittering in
the vines outside, and a broad ray of
sunlight drifting across her face.
As soon as she was dressed she hur¬
ried into her mother’s room and drew
the curtains aside briskly, letting in a
flood of light and the warm, sweet
morning air.
“Well, mother,” she cried, cheerily,
“this is a splendid day tor your jour¬
ney, isn’t it? You know you’re going
home today!”
“Why, so I ami” said grandma,
with a smile of childish delight as she
sat up in bed. “I declare I’d almost
forgot about it. Sceins as if tho time
would never come! We aren’t going
till after breakfast are we, Lydia? I
hope you’ll see that your' father’s
ready, lie’s growing very slipshod in
his ways lately.”
‘•Ob, he’s at homo already,” an¬
swered Lydia. “lie wants to be on
hand when you get there.”
So grandma rose in a state of ex¬
citement, to take her tea and toast and
a dropped egg with a relish sho had
not shown since her illness.
Then she was dressed as if for a
journey, iii her best black cashmere,
camel’s hair shawl, the big black bon¬
net with the purple violets within the
brim, the shiny ouc-buttou black
gloves, her overshoes, and tho little
worsted work-bag on tier arm to hold
her “specs,” her handkerchief and
her porte-inouuaic. She was ready to
set out.
Miss Lydia took her arm, and they
starled slowly, slowly down the long
flight of stairs.
She helped her down the front steps
leading to the sidewalk, talking to her
all the time about her return home,
and keeping her attentions away from
the scenes about her. Then she helped
her into a carryall that stood waiting.
“I’ll warrant that when we get
there,” said Lydia, after they were in
the carriage, “father’ll be waiting for
us at the top of the steps.”
The driver took a turn around the
block, and returned to the house he
hail just left.
“Well, hove we are at last,” said
Lydia. “It’s been a pretty long and
tiresome journey, but I guess you’ve
stood it pretty well.”
For an instance the old lady seemed
dazed. But Lydia called out, “Well,
if there aint father, just as I said he’d
be!” Grandma caught sight of him
rubbing his hands at the top of tho
steps.
“He was looking for us, sure
enough!” she said.
They helped her out and up the
steps. All the rest of the family had
been taken into the plot. Cyntliy
Ann, the hired girl, came out behind
grandpa.
“Well, well, mother!” said grandpa,
“ TELL THE TRUTH ’’
stepping forward and taking her hands ’
in hie, then stooping to leave a kiss
upon the faded cheek. “It does seem j
nice to get yon back again. 1 thought 1
you was never coming. Arcu’t you
tired after your ride? Come right
into the sitting-room and take off your :
things.” • |
“Well, Mis’ Jackson,” joined in |
Cyntliy Ann, “I’ve tried to keep’em
straightened out whilst you’ve been
gone, , but , Im „ mighty . , , tickled to git
you homo again. Wouldn’t you like j
a dish o’ toa? ’Twoulil kinder rest
you after coinin’ such a ways.”
Grandma’s face lighted up with
pleasure. She was led into tho sitting
room unresistingly. Glancing about ]
with deep satisfaction she sank into
her rocking-chair and drew a 1 ong
breath of happiness.
Lydia took ofl’ her tilings, then |
brought the white cap to tie on lov¬
ingly', anil the long, blue stocking, so
that the lingers could begin their
knitting-work again.
Tlie old lady looked out through tho
window and laughed a little pleased
laugli all to herself.
“Well, there’s no better place than
Boston after all! I can tell yoa.
father. I’m glad to he to home again
I’ve boon feeling pretty miserable,but
I guess I shall begin to pick up now
I’ve got hack to my own folks and my
own living. Though F.zra’s wife did
try to make me feel at home.”
Sho laughed again. It did Lydia’-:
heart good to hear her.
“But there’s one queer thing about
my being up at Ezra’s. I can’t seem
to remember how ’twas I ever came to
go there at all. Ami I’ve made up my
mind to one thing—I’m never going
there again.”
T hat night, when sho went to bed,
she drew Lydia’s face down lo
own, peaceful and smiling once more.
“O Lydial” she said, “I’m going to
get better now. I’m glad to be back
—glad to bo back, for there’s no place
like home.”—[Youth’s Companion.
Palpitation of the Heart.
By palpitation of tho heart is meant
the sensation either of irregularity in
heart action or of rapidity of heart
beats. The person who experiences
it is usually alarmed by the symptom,
and calls in the doctor.
But in most cases of this sort which
are brought to his attention, the
physician iinds nothing out ot the way
wiih (he heart, and hence of danger to
tlie individual. The cause of the son
sation is elsewhere. In the majority
of instances the real trouble is indi¬
gestion.
lu most all cases of actual heart
disease no intimation of it is trans¬
mitted to the patient bv any irregu¬
larity or like sensation of heart
rhythm.
As asymptou, palpitation is valuable
to tho physician in that it directs tlie
attention of the patient to the heart.
An unusual sensation in this region
usually leads one to consult his phy¬
sician at once. Symptoms felt in
other parts of the body usually wait
for “tlie more convenient season.”
Doctor Austin Flint was once sum¬
moned to attend a young lady dying of
heart disease. The family informed
him that liis presence was wanted
merely to satisfy the lady’s friends,
since they all understood the fatal
nature of her malady.
The patient lay in a room from
which not only light but everything
that might lead to the slightest nervous
excitement was excluded. It was sug¬
gested to the docton that an examina¬
tion of the chest be omitted, and that
all communication with the patient
should take place through a friend,
lest the exertion should result in im¬
mediate dissolution.
To this the doctor objected, When
admitted to her presence, he found
that she answered liis questions in
whispered monotones. Examination
of the chest showed that there was no
disease, and consequently no danger.
The story was told to illustrate tho im¬
portance of thorough examination be¬
fore deciding on an opinion.
Palpitation does, however undoubt¬
edly occur in cases of real disease, and
whenever it occurs its cause should be
found out and remedied.
Among the common causes of pal
pitation are to be numbered thoexcos
sivc use of tobacco, toa, coffee, alco
hoi, or of certain drugs, hysteria, |
excessive exertion, hunger, privation, 1
fatigue, fright, or loss of sleep, and
excesses of any kind. [Youth s Com
pamon. i
To-Day He Loves Me!
Te-dav lie loves me!—Time stand still!
Haste not, sun, behind the hill!
To-day he loves me; no tomorrow
touch this one to-day with sorrow',
As a crystal well o’erspllls
" >th sweet water from the hills,
So my heart o’erbrims with blisses,
Of looks, of love-words, and of kisses.
through many a day of drought
Love shall come to draw' thereout,
Singing low—though this to-day
th ,.„ a year-old yesterdav
‘To-ilay he loves me 1” (’Tis Love’s way.]
— [Love in a Mist.
HUMOROUS.
Wasting away—The cook.
A fowl tip—The rooster’s tail.
Always on a toot—The locomotive.
When tho goat tackled the can ot
dynamite you ought to see the butter
fly.
Nature feathers the oars of the
duck.
There is nothing quite so intcrorest
ing in the world as other people’s
affairs.
A minister being asked what was
his favorite fruit quickly replied:
“Fairs”
When an Irishman wearies of single
life what should ho take to abridge it?
Echo answer: “A Bridget.”
Age is not always a disadvantage.
Goodness knows how old tlie earth is,
and yet it is as sound as ever.
Trying to keep a lawyer pecuniarily
satisfied is about as difficult as it
would bo to fill a whale with French
peas.
A poet has sprung some verses tell
ing how the “modest lobster blushes
in the ardent embrace of boiling
wator.”
He (exhibiting sketch)—It is the
best thing I ever did. She (sympa
theticaily)—Oh, well, you musn’t let
that discourage you.
“This,” said the boy whose mother
hand turned him over lo his father for
punishment, “is one of the evils of
parental government.”
“Did you wear that hat when yon
went to meet Jack at the train?” “No,
he’s so demonstrative I was afraid
he’d ruin tlie feathers.”
Wild-Eyed Man—1 want some sooth¬
ing syrup, quick. Druggist—What
sized bottle ? Wild-Eyed Man—Bot¬
tle! I want a keg ! It’s twins!
“Where are you going, my pretty maid?”
“I go tothe World's Fair, sir,” she said.
“May I go with you, my pretty maid?”
“They’ve plenty of freaks there now,” she
said.
Blobbs (who has made an impres¬
sion)—What a breezy young girl Miss
Dobbs is. Slobbs (who has been re¬
jected)—Y'es; so chilly and cool, don’t
you know
“Are cable cars healthy?” asks a
subscriber. As a mutter of fact,
neighbor, tho grip never made its ap¬
pearance in this country until the
introduction of the cable cars.
Miss Bell (warningly)—Sally, they
used to tell me when I was a little
girl that if 1 did not leave coffee alone
it would make me foolish. Sully (who
owes her one)—Well, why didn’t
you?
Chappie—That was a narrow squeak
Buppnms had the other day. Surn
jones—I hadn’t heard it. Chappie
Yes; another man of tho same
name was killed in a railway acci¬
dent.
“I wish my teeth were not so regu¬
lar,” sighed the young woman, regard¬
ing herself pensively in the glass.
“Every time I smile when I’m talk¬
ing to Harry ho looks as if lie won.
dered what they cost.”
“Do yon know if Mr. AlcStinger is
as rich as tlie people ‘say he is?” “I
am very certain of it.” “How do you
judge?” “We eat at the same place.
1 have a dinner and a napkin, while
he sits on a stool at the lunch coun¬
ter.”
Vera, a bright little tot of four
years, had been silting for some time
in a cramped position, playing with
her doll, and getting up made tho
startling assertion, “that her foot was
so sound alcep she could hear it
snore.”
AYife—AVhy, Charles, what do you
mean by burning all our old love
, ottcl . s? Husband—I have been reading
them, my dear. Anil it occurred to
me that after l die some one who
wished to break my will might got
j 10 jq 0 f them to prove that I was iu-
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NO. 22.
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at low prices than ever, and
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Lace Curtains, Window
Shades and Picture Mould¬
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