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THE SOUTHERN WORLD, APRIL 1,1884.
Our Young Folks.
candle at the same time lifting a dark |
cloth from something in a corner.
Write AKain.
Dear Editor—Papa takes your valuable paper.
“The world, dear child, Is as we take It, and
Life, be sure, is what we make it.”
WHAT IS IX?
BY MATTIE C." SEWARD.
Rose buds and violets, and pansies too;
Sunshine and birds, and skies of blue;
Sparkle and cheeriness every where—
What is it that makes the world so fair?
I’ve thought what it is I it comes like a chime
Of memory-bells from that far-a-way time
When Christ was crucified and laid in the tomb:
After three days he rose from its gloom
And ascended to heaven, in robes of light,
Where he dwells amid throngs of angels bright.
Every year come the sad, dark days of Lent;
Then, when that shadowy time is spent,
Come the rose buds, and violets and pansies too,
And sunshine and birds, and skies of blue,
With sparkle and checriness everywhere,
It’s the Easter-time that makes the world fair.
They then put him in his grave, cov-
_ _ Hor-1 ered him up nicely and were kind enough
ror of hftrrora I^'she'diBclosed to view a to leave his head out so he could get 11 think it is the best paper in the world. It is
ror 01 norrors I tone aisciostu w view » u annana A Bister worth double the money charged for it. I like
. huge skeleton head with eyes like burn- some air. As it happened the L, read the letterg th(3 Uttle folkg write j thlnlc
= ing coals, and fiery rows of big teeth came along in time to see poor auckie s they are tke ^ egt letters that I ever read in my
Scream I unhappy plight, and rescued him from
his untimely grave.
When reprimanded Clare opened her
big blue eyes and demurely explained,
“ Why, I didn’ t know it would hurt him! ’ ’
Written specially for Southern World.]
A Warning for Practical JokerH.
' BY JENNIE N. STANDIFER.
One bright moonlight night in cheery,
brisk October, Grandfather and Grand
mother Ray had gathered in their old
fashioned, roomy farm house a dozen or
so children and grandchildren for a
pleasant reunion.
They were all seated in the large fam
ily sitting room enjoying the first fire of
the season; the grown people telling
merry tales of days gone by, and the
children toasting rosy apples and chest
nuts before the fire. Seated apart, whis
pering and laughing, were two young
girls of fourteen or fifteen years of age.
One was Lena Ray, a granddaughter of
the house; the other Mary Davis, an or
phan the Rays had adopted and cared
for from childhood. They were bright,
mischievous girls, and often in their love
of fun carried practical jokes to an ex
tent that was quite annoying to the vic
tims. The younger children were their
special prey. Mary was of a pliant,
weak nature, and readily accepted Lena
as leader in any prank her fancy con
jured up. On this especial night, after
much whispering, they slipped from the
room and remained out some time.
When they came in Lena said:
“ Children, do come out in the moon
light and let’s have some fun. It’s just
cool enough for a game of base.”
“ You two have some mischief on
foot,” said pale, quiet little Robbie.Lee,
who was his grandparents’ own darling.
Ever a delicate, fragile child and an or
phan since babyhood, he was the pet of
the whole family. He was now ten years
old and a boy of an unusually bright
mind. Lena, I’m sorry to say, in her
love of fun and frolic, didn’t consider
consequences or peoples’ feelings either,
as Robbie had learned from sad experi
ence.
“ Bah 1 you’re a coward, Rob, afraid
of your own shadow. Who’ll come and
take a race ‘by the light o’ the moon?’ ”
f ‘ I'm not afraid of their pranks,”
boldly outspoke John Ray, a stout boy
of twelve. ‘‘Come on, boys and girls,
ril take care of you,” and with manly
dignity he took the lead and was followed
by all the others.
To play they went as merry a set of
youngsters as could be found on a nine
days’ journey. Little Robbie followed
to be a looker on, as he was too frail to
enjoy the hard running and rough pulls
the others indulged in. Lena and Mary
romped with them for some time, then
said they were tired and sat down to rest
on the steps of an old disused servants
house in a corner of the yard at some
distance from the dwelling house. They
produced a tallow candle from some
source, and presently Lena called out
“Children, I’ve dropped my breast
pin. Come help find it.”
She was in the old house apparently
searching the floor by the dim candle
light. Ready for a change, all came
and two long glowing horns!
after scream broke from the frightened
children, and poor Robbie fell over in a
dead faint. John made a rush for the
door against which Mary had braced
herself, and with a blow from his strong
fist brought her from her post. As he
opened the door he was met by the eld
ers of the family with lights. The ter
rible object proved to be only a large ox
skull with “ fox fire ” or phosphorus in
serted in the eye sockets, and the teeth
and horns were rubbed with it till in the
dark they glowed like fire.
Robbie was tenderly taken up and af
ter several hours was roused from his
prolonged faint, but never again did the
light of reason shine in his eyes. He
lived to be an old man, but beyond an in
stinctive dread of moonligh t and a strong
dislike of Lena and Mary, never showed
that he remembered anything previous
to that fatal night. Thus was a bright
life wrecked in its early morning by two
thoughtless, heedless girls, whose pun
ishment was a life-long memory of that
dread night.
Written specially for Southern World.]
Xlie Chords.
BY SARA B. ROSE.
II.
One thing which all who are studying
music should do is to play. If it is
nothing but two or three notes, a bit of
scale, a chord, still sit down to your pi-
ano or organ and play. Nothing but al
ways playing when asked will give the
ease and grace of the accomplished mu
sician. Never mind discords, they are
something which every player must ex
pect to make sometimes; the less the
better of course, but do not let a simple
mistake make you nervous. Your big
brother perhaps will laugh and say:
Well, I think if 1 made such a goose
of myself as that, I’d wait till I could
play before I played before company.”
Do not let it frighten or dishearten you
in the least. Well do I remember the
comic valentine I received once, a terri
ble looking creature it was, seated at a
piano singing. There were some de
scriptive verses beneath her, ending up
with, “ You sound like a carpenter saw
ing a board.”
I told my mother then I would never
play again, but she only said, “ Wait till
you find who sent it before you decide.
I did find out after awhile, and it was
from a girl not half so good a player as
myself, and you will generally find those
who criticise most the poorest judges.
I give this time the common chord of
the key of G which has one sharp for its
signature, with the harmonies of its sub
dominant and dominant.
In this key all the F’s are sharped.
BASS NOTES. TREBLE NOTES.
G with its octave with G, B, D.
C with its octave with C, E, G.
D with its octave with D, F (sh’p), A
The treble notes can be changed about
as in the key of C.
Complete rest is always upon the
chord of G.
Dainty Work for little Flutters.
In many homes are floral and vegeta
ble catalogues and almanacs containing
pictures. If these and a box of water
colors and brushes, which can be bought
for five or ten cents, are given to chil
dren, they will furnish them much
amusement and instruction. The best
way to use the paint is to wet one end of
the blocks of paint in some clean water
that must be kept on the table for the
purpose; then rub off some of the paint
on a plate or saucer (pieces of broken
crockery will do); next dip the brush in
the water, then lightly rest the end of
the brush on the plate or saucer, turn
ing it around between the thumb and
forefinger so as to get the water out of
the brush. Then dip the brush in the
paint and apply it 'smoothly to the pic
ture. If the color is not deep or thick
enough, wait till it is dry; then put on
another coat of paint. In coloring fruit,
flowers or anything, the color that the
natural ones have must be used.
life. I know they can’t be beat in any paper. I
will tell you where I was bom. I was born in
Marion county, Georgia. My father and mother
were bcrn there too. They came to Arkansas
when I was quite small. I was only three years
of age. I cannot recollect anything about the
State of Georgia that I have heard them talk
about so much. I live thirty miles from the
nearest point of the railroad. There is going
to be a railroad run through our little town this
year. Our little town will go right to work and
things will change in a few years. I live in two
miles of a good school. I like to go to school very
much. My teacher’s name is Henry A. Pillett.
He is a highly educated gentleman. He is from
North Carolina. He has taught school here
three years. I am a farmer boy and cannot go
to school all the time. We have forty scholars
the present time, but a great many scholars w
have to stop on account of the measles. Hope
to see this printed. If so, I will write again.
Princeton, Ark. Charlie A. Gill.
A Kind I„ittle better.
Dear Editor—As my father takes your excel
lent paper, I have the pleasure of reading the
little folks’ letters, which I like very much. My
father likes your paper very well and expects to
remain a subscriber to it. I am a little girl of
nine years. 1 live in North Alabama, on a farm
thirteen miles east of Huntsville. My father is
a farmer. He cultivates his land in corn, cotton,
wheat, oats, potatoes and turnips. We have a
very pleasant home. I will have to close my
letter. I remain a friend to the Southern
World. Florence Esslinqer.
Berkley, Ala.
Written specially for Southern World.]
Burying; the Duck.
BY M. 8.
A Game with a Moral.
The players should form a circle; then
one must whisper to the next one a sen
tence. That one must repeat it to the
nearest person as he or she understood
it; and so on all around the circle.
Then the first whisperer must repeat
aloud the sentence as it was first whis
pered—each one in turn repeating aloud
the sentence as they understood it. By
the time it has gone the rounds of the
circle it will be altogether unlike it was
when it was first whispered. This game
is called atandal, and it is an appropriate
name, because it illustrates how state
ments and remarks are changed by be
ing repeated. Grown people as well as
children derive amusement and a useful
lesson from playing this game.
♦
OUR LETTER BOX.
Sprlttktly!
Miss Editor—I am a little boy thirteen years
old, as full of mischief as I can hold. Calcra is
a rapidly growing town. The Louisville and
Nashville, and East Tennessee, Virginia and
Georgia Railroads cross here, and everybody
says it will be a largo city. A number of dwell
ings and a machine shop and foundry are being
erected. My father has a lime kiln and a saw
mill. We used to live in New York. My grand
mother has recently come South, and 1 hope
will stay. I keep up live studies and my step-
mamma is my teacher. The weather has been
too bad to attend school. Hoping to see my
letter in the Southern World—the paper we all
snatch for when it arrives—and that some one
will write to me, I am your true little friend,
Willie Hardy
Calera, Ala.
I am composed of nineteen letters:
My 3,2,17 and 14 belongs to certain brutes.
My 1,6, 7 and 19 is a rice dessert.
My 5,9, 7,8,9 and 6 is a boy’s name.
My 11,9,17 and 7 is something usually admired.
My 15,16 and 12 is an article of raiment.
My 4,6,12,13 and 19 is a girl’s name.
My 13 and 14 is a preposition.
My 10,13 and 18 is a verb.
My whole is my papa’s name.
W. H.
Xell Us More About tlie Steam
boats.
Dear Southern World—As I see so many
boys’ and girls’ letters in print, I thought that I
would like to write. I live in the parish of Point
Coupee, on the Mississippi river. There are a
great many large steamboats which run on it.
My pais publisher of the “Banner,” a weekly
paper at New Roads. I have a little brother
named Fred. There was not much of a crop
last year around the country where I live. Hop
ing that my letter will be printed, I close. With
kind wishes. August F. Pillet.
Point Coupee, La.
I*lkes Our paper and Picture.
Dear Editor—The Southern World is taken
by our family and is anxiously sought for. I
take great pleasure in reading it. The number
for February 1st had such a beautiful picture of
flsh on its first page. I was so pleased with it
that when I went to sleep at night I dreamed
that I went a fishing. Will some of the boysand
girls correspond with me? J. P. D.
An ASHlBtant to Nature.
A man stepped into a drug store the
other day and called for a bottle of Nor
man’s “Naturalizing” Cordial. He
had forgotten the word Neutralizing and
certainly substituted a good one as it
assists Nature in bringing the system to
its natural condition.
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circular of our No. 1 Plantation Saw Mill, which
we sell for
$200.
Alice and Clare are two mischievous
babies, and although Alice is but four
and Clare two years older, Alice is al
ways the leader in mischief.
One day after our “cold snap” they
found a dead guinea, and proceeded to
bury it. They dug a nice hole and put
him in it, covered it over with cotton
seed and put their oldest sister’s Nile
green celluloid round comb at the head
for a tombstone. This burial did not
A “ Pearl.”
Editor Southern World-I am a little girl
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the Southern World a:>d likes It very much. I 00 All 1
I read it and am always glad when it comes. I
have two sisters named Minnie and Nellie, aged
four and seven years. I read to them. We have
Illustrated Catalogues of our Machinery
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pouring in to join in the hunt. When 8at,sf y , th « ir funereal instincts, so they
thov wpw. .11 Ho.nl. proceeded to catch and bury a lice duck.
they were all deeply interested Mary AUce dug the „ rave while Clare held
*’the door and Lena blew out the | the poor struggling duckie.
eight little pigs. We found them while it was so
cold, but they are gay little fellows now. We
have a pet chicken. We call him Poco. He la
learning to crow and crows nearly all the time
Papa says he is a nuisance, but we children don’t
think so. I wish all your correspondents a hap
py New Year, and much success to the South
ern World. Pearl Arnold.
Cookeville, Tenn.
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