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" The world, dear child, Ii as we take It, and Life, be sure, Is what we make It” Written specially for The Southern World. BHMIE. ny DAISY STAB. Little Bessie 'neatb the willow Dipped her white feet In the brook, And the waters, winding, winding In and out from nook to nook, Showed her where to place the daisies Here and there among her curls; Showed her two blue eyes dancing In and out among Its whirls. Light of heart was little Bessie, Pure as white clouds overhead; Shielded, wrapped about with gladness, On the golden Bunshlne fed; She hud never known a sorrow, All the world to her was fair Sitting then beneath the willow. Twining daisies In her hair. Year by year, crept slowly onward v Bessie to a maiden grew, Btlll she sat beneath the willow Casing In the waters blue. To this willow bending, swaying, Bessie's lovers used to stray; Then she learned the Bad, sweet lesson Most of women learn someday. Learned the bliss and woe of loving, Dreaming sweet dreams o'er and o'er, Till the earth seemed a fair Eden, Beautiful from shore to shore; Till her heart was Ailed with rapture Mixed with pain so sweet and sad, That she smiled andslghcd alternate. Sorrowful, yet oh, so glad. Bessie loved and wed her lover, Was a matron fair to see; But the future of her love dreams, Dreamed beneath the willow tree, Never come to matron Bessie; Life was real, enrnest, bright, But the sky was not all sunshine Nor the day without Its night. Years sped on and Bessie's Bessie Bat beneath the same old tree, Twining daisies In her brown hulr, Heart and life all full aglee: Grew a maiden, heard the story, New and sweet whenever told; Droumed her love dreams sweet and tender, Wed her lover young and bold. Grandma Bessie’s faco grew wrinkled, Brown hair changed to sliver sheen; Time touched lightly, but the time come When beside the rippling Btream, Underneath the bending willow Bessie’s bead was laid to rest; And the grasses starred with daisies Grew ere long above her breast. Written specially for the Bauthern World. “The Newsboys of Now Yorlt.” This is a story especially for the boys, 1 tell you at the very beginning so that there may be no mistake about it, but girls may read it; oh, yes indeed, but as I said before it is especially for the boys. So listen every one of you. There are lots and lots of good times in the world for boys, and I hope that every one of you is in them, that you have happy homes, fathers and mothers, or uncles, aunts and brothers and sisters, who love you dearly; warm comfortable clothes to wear, everythng that is good for you to eat, with a little candy thrown in sometimes to sweeten you up a bit, plenty of books to read, tools and playthings to work and play with and the best of schools to go to, where if you are only willing to study hard, you will grow up wise and learned men. Some of you are so fortunate as to live in the country, where I am sure you have a speak ing acquaintance with every dog, horse and frisky calf that comes in your way, and be tween fishing, hunting and roaming about for the nuts in ‘the fall, and taking long rambles witn your dog over the hills and far away in search of an old gray rabbit, another boy told you about, there isn’t a moment to spare out of school. And dear me, I’ve never mentioned the coasting, skat ing, swimming, tree climbing and ball play ing. Such lots of good times you country boys all in them. City boys have good times too, don’t you forget that either. There are tops to spin, marbles to play, kites to fly; then there are the parks to visit on a Sun day afternoon where there are the ponies to ride and the menagerie to visit and what boy doesn’t like this last. There is another kind of boy, a boy whore lines are cast in very different places; who is often hungry, cold, without even the poorest of homes to sleep in, in the bitter winter weather; a boy who wears such rag ged clothes, the poorest of shoes, and whose voice is hoarse and tired with shouting all day long, who works hard for the few pen nies he can earn in a day, he is of all sorts and kinds; this boy he is tall and stout, lit tle and big; comes from Italy, Germany, England, Ireland, or is born right hero at home, has a pleasant face or a cross one, but one and all wear the uniform of old rag* IMt W* THE SOUTHERN WORLD, MAY 15, 1882. 18 worn out shoes; are all eager to sell you something and that something is, news papers. No matter how early you may start out In New York one will see the newsboys. Look, there is one already leaning against the wall with a smile on his funny dirty face. He seems to be watching two dogs who are growling over a stray bone in the gutter; but all the time his sharp eyes have seen our car, so just as it is opposite him with a swing he is on the car step, the door slides open with a real boy’s bang, as he calls out "morning papers! Sun, Times- Tribune and World.” But no one wants a paper in the car, so he shuts the door with another bang and goes back to the dogs. And here is another with a bundle of papers under his arm, another and another, a tall one, a short one next. A hoarse strong voice shouting papers on one block and a shrill piping voice on the next Now come with me to a place I want you to visit: you remember that I said s great many of these boys have no homes at all. Some because their fathers and mothers are dead, or others because their fathers and mothers have been bad people and been taken to prison. Then think how these boys suffer for lack of clothes and food. How wonld you feel if you were barefooted in the bitter winter weather, if you never had enough to eat, and your only bed in a cold night was an old packing box on the side walk or an empty ash barrel ? Well just as you would feel and suffer, so many a little newsboy has felt and suffered. A number of years ago some kind gentle men talked this matter over among them selves saying, we must do something for these boys. So they formed a society, and the place I want you to hear about is called the “Needy Newsboy’s Relief.” Here the boys are furnished with warm dinners free of charge. Here they come when times are hard, here they are helped in many ways to get good homes, given warm clothes, cheered by kind words, and helped along over their rough roads in life by the good people in charge, who never forget Christ’s words, “Inasmuch as ye do it unto them, ye do it unto me.” W A minister who had lost his child, asked another minister to come and preach for him. He came and told how he lived on one side of a river, and felt very little inter est in the people on the other side, until his daugiiter was married and went over there to live, and then every morning he went to the window and looked over that river, and felt very much concerned about that town and all the people there “Now,” said he, “I think, as this child has crossed another river, heaven will be much dearer than it ever has been before. Shall we not just lot our hearts and affections be set on the other side of the river? It is but a step; it is but a veil; we shall soon be in the other world.” OUR YOUNG FOLKS LKTTKR-IIOX. Dear Aunt Fanny—In my last I promised to return from the place of my mother's native region to my own home, about which I know more. Poor mother, she often seems ad in talking over the bright days of her early life. She says we know so little of our destiny. In all her juvenile years, she never dreamed of a home here. Now, as to the topography of this region I almost despair. I hope the readers of the Southern World will purdon my defects— it is no small job. It is in the interior of South Carolina, 30 miles west of Columbia, air-line, as run by a railroad company. Our residence is on the north side of North Kd- isto river. Ascending a moderate inclina tion from the river, you reacli a beautiful level landscape of country, extending far and wide; on reaching the top a moderate sized cottage is our home. This level is every way as far as the eye can reach. The soil in part is fine sandy, often mixed with darkand red cluy. A part is very stiff, tenacious clay. In theefinter is a little pond with several springs at its margins running into it, but there is no out let, as the plain seems to be slightly con cave. On the south side of this pond, the land is red and very Bticky in wet weather. Here my papa planted an apple orchard; os he says, on sandy land apple trees will die. I wish I could tell you the names of the different kinds of apples, but they are too ^numerous. The finest apples from May to December, may be found in this orchard. They are northern grafts, and he grafted them himself. He has othor trees growing in this orchard—the quince, damson-plum, German, French, Italian, and English cber- lies, M4 wlw wrtP of pw trees, An attempt to describe how enjoyable this orchard is in summer, is useless. Those fine shady apple trees and the fruit wasting under them, are strong attractions to it. Papa says it cost him little trouble to make it, and that every man should have one and then Ills little boys would not learn to steal fruit. Papa has also a good peach orchard, but not on the same kind of soil—it is a mixture of clay and sand. The fruit is choice and generally in abundance. We also have mulberries, muscadines, walnuts, hazel nuts, figs, and strawberries in abun dance. In my next I will go to the forest fruits. Our rivers, branches, in fact all our waters, here are as clear as springs. At the river, about a half mile you may see all winter and spring, rafts of thousands and millions of feet of lumber, makingits way to Charles ton, where it is sold after a journey of three weeks down the river. Our water powers are very fine, their mar gins are enveloped in perpetual evergreens, and our highlands with heavy mantles of long straw pines in a dark green state, all winter and summer. I have yet something to say about the farming here, the sugar-cane, sorghum, po tatoes and peas. C. J. S. “C. J. S.," writes an interesting letter, and will do well to cultivate the talent of writing tersely and with life. Blackville, S. C. Dear Aunt Fanny—As I see you thought enough of my first letter to give it a place in the Letter-Box column, I will now write you another, giving you a description of a fishing frolic some of us high school boys had last week. On Fridav afternoon, after the school was dismissed for the week ten or twelve of us boys concluded to go to a mill about seven miles' from this place. We met at half-past four o’clock and started out for the mill; wo arrived about sundown and started to fish a little while. The owner of the mill came down and asked us where we were going to sleep; we told him in the gin house, if he had no objections. He said he would show us a better place than in the gin-house; so we went with him and ho showed us a house near the mill, and we went in and made up a fire; we had carried nothing to eat, but we bought a fish and killed a bird, so we cleaned and cooked them before the fire. We eat what little we had about H o’clock and were sitting down be fore the fire, when we heard a number of voices crying out “let’s burn the house down.” But wo had a gun with both barrels load ed with buck shot, so we went to the door and asked who was there and a crowd from Blackville, more of our boys came running in. We went to sleep about one o’clock. We took off our coats and used them for pillows. We agreed that the first one that woke must arouse othe others. Two of the boys woke about an hour after we went to sleep and they thought it was nearly day as the moon was shining so brightly. So we got up and cooked a little piece of bacon that one of the last party had brought and then started to the mill. We came to a house and in quired what time it was and found it to be three o’clock,but we wenton to the mill and fished until about eloven o’clock the next day and then we started for home. We caught only eleven fish but we had a splen did time. I am willing to go again. Our high school teacher came down the morning before wo left; I will tell you something about his expedition in iny next Marion Izlab. Marion gives a striking account of his fishing frolic. We will bo pleased to hear about the teacher’s expedition. Stone Mountain, Ga Dear Aunt Fanny—Mamma says she don't expect you will accept me as one of your little nephews as I can’t write myself. At night after site bus gotten little baby sister to sleep, I get her to read the nice letters from tlie nieces and nephews to me, and I have begged her to write a letter to Aunt Fanny for me. I am five years old. Mamma says I read very nicely in my little reader, but can’t read well enough to read the let ters in vour paper. She teaches me at home as she thinks me too young to go to school. I have a sister three years old name, Annie Marsh, and one eight months old name Ida Jimmie. I have a dog named Jip. Sister loves flowers. Papa drove us out to the mountain one afternoon and she got so many wild violets. I wonder if any of the nieces and nephews were ever on our big Stone Mountain. We have a nice view of it from our home. If any of the little wwlat would Uko to k«»r (m U, I will beg my mamma to write again sometimes when she has the leisure. Mamma likee gardening and she always look in your paper to see if there is anything about the garden. Will you allow me to call myself your little nephew, Willie Hillyer Ragsdale, The earnest solicitations of little Willie has caused me to write this letter. He is so fond of hearing me read, and you would be amused to see how eagerly ho listens to your letters. Mrs. M. R. Rausdale. Willie is welcomed with all our heart into our corner. We assure him that his aman uensis will do honor to him and our comer. Get her to give a description of Ston&Mount- ain. All the great men have secretaries to do their writing. When Willie rises to po litical distinction like his father, he may find secretaries who may write more rapidly than his present one, but none who will more faithfully and lovingly serve him. Houstonia, Ga. Dear Aunt Fanny—Will you permit a 14 year old country lassie to join your band of nieces. I am living in the woods in reality, and every morning am awakened by the sweet voices of a large sylvan choir of hap py birds. I see real pleasure in my flower garden. The woods are filled with wild flowers of rare beauty. I have only one sister, Marian Mabel, seven years old. She started to school lost week. In gathering up her books she put in a Latin grammar, a French reader and a Greek testament. She is learnipg very rapidly and says that while it takes five and six to make a class, she makes one herself. When told the other day that the doctor would cut a hole in in her arm and put in sealing-wax to ward off small pox she replied “then I’ll be waxinated.” She saw brother Edgar trying to cut off a decayed shoe sole with a crooked piece of iron and said he was “cutting the lam pass out of his shoes.” I hope my cousins will write tome. Eva Estelle Whidby. The country lassie with blooming cheeks is ever welcome. Adamsville, Ga. Dear Aunt Fanny—I have a mischievous sister named Fanny who is ever teasing me. To see her forehead one will know she is the bangingest girl alive. She keeps sending me papers with Lydia Pinkham’s face in them, just because she knows I hate to tee it. So I wrote her yesterday: There Is s (ace that haunts me over, There are eyes mine always meet, As I read the morning papers, As I walk the crowded street. Ah! sho knows not how I suffer Iter’s Is now a world wide lame, But till death that face will greet me Lydia rtnkham Is her name. If you'd have me do nothing rash Seud no more of them to your sister. May —— May is welcomed to our corner. You should not let your sister tease you so. Send her boquets of clover blooms perfumed with pennyroyal, every day and she’ll soon quit teasing yom Build a little fence of trust Around to-day; Fill the space with loving work, And therein stay. Look not through the sheltering bars Upon to-morrow; God will help thee bear what comes Of Joy or sorrow. HULL VAPOR COOK STOVE. The Pioneer Over 75,000 Now in Use. New Patent Hull uvxn for 1883. Patent removable and Interchnnrenble Jet Orifice, rend rl -s our burners ludestructl- ble. New One V.l— Iluriirr ou two New Stove,. New Safety Reservoir. For Bummer use them Stoves am lndlspcnsablo. For terms to agents, price list and'catalogue, address HULL VAPOR STOVE CO., Cleveland, 0, TOBIES BY MAIL! OVER THREE-QUARTERS OF A MILLION IN STOCK TO SELECT FROM. 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