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TflE SOUTHERN WORLD, APRIL 15,1884.
Our young Folks.
“The world, deer child, U u we take it, end
Life, be sure, (• whet we meke It.”
PATIENCE WITH LOVE.
BY OIOBOB KLINATE.
They ere such tiny feet;
They have gone such e little way to meet
The years which ere required to break
Their steps to evenness end meke
Them go
More sure end slow.
They are such little hands',
Be kind. Things ere so new end life but stands
A. step beyond the doorway. All around
New day has found
Such tempting things to shine upon, end so
The hands ere tempted herd, you know.
They ere such new yonug lives,
Surely their newness shrives
Them well of many sins. They see so much
That, being Immortal, they would touch,
That if they reach
We must not chide, but teach.
They are such fond, clear eyes,
That widen to surprise
At every turn; they are so often held
To suns or showers—showers soon dispelled
By looking in our face
Love asks for so much grace.
They are such fair, frail gifts;
Uncertain as the rifts
Of lights that lie along the sky—
They may not be here by-and-by,
Oive them not love, but more—above
And harder—patience with the love.
“They do look like a kitty’s,” assent
ed May.
“Yes,” said Mr. Bay, “their eyes do
look something like a cat’s, and like a
cat they are able to see in the night; in
fact owls are nearly blind in the day
time.”
“What shall wc do with them?” ask
ed Eddie.
“Kill ’em,” said Mike, “or they’ll
ate up all the chickens.”
Oh, no,” coaxed Gertie. “ Poor lit
tle things.”
“ Let’s take them up to the house and
make pets of them,” suggested May.
“ May we, father??’ asked Gertie.
“If you wish to,” answered Mr. Ray.
Accordingly they went to the house
carrying the owlets with them. The
boys ma 'e a cage for them, using a large
wooden box with slats tacked in front of
it.
Written specially for Southern World.J
Strange PetH.
BY SARA B. ROSE.
“Oh, May,” cried Gertie, “papa is
going to cut down the old sycamore tree
to-day, and there is a great big hole to
wards the top of it, and maybe there are
Borne young squirrels in it. Don’t you
and the boys want to go down with us?
Papa says we may.”
“ If you will be very careful not to get
too near the tree when it falls,” said
Aunt Addie in reply to May’s question'
ing look.
M Papa says we must keep on this side
of the fence until the tree falls,” said
Gertie.
“How nice that will be!” exclaimed
May in delight. “I’ll go right off and
tell the boys about it.”
A few moments later the children were
going down Mr. Bay’s pleasant lane to
where the old tree stood in the pasture
by itself. The cattle had spent many
a pleasant hour in its shade in days gone
by, but decay had been at work in its
body, and it was dead at the top, and
this morning Mr. Ray, with the chore
boy Mike, were busy at work with their
axes felling the aged tree.
“ Lookout, childher, it will fall in a
minit!” called out Mike as the children
came near.
“ Keep back by the fence,” said Mr.
Ray, and in just a moment more the
tall tree began to totter beneath the
strokes of the keen axes at its base, and
then fell with a great crash to the ground.
The children all ran forward, and Mr.
Ray began to cut away the small branches
so that the children could peer into the
mysterioushole.
“ There goes a great big white bird,
called out Fred, as a large owl came out
of he aperture and flew away in an un
certain manner.
“ It’s an owl,” said Mr. Ray.
“ Arrah, and let’s chase it,” cried
Mike. “ The craythurs can’t see at all,
at all in the daylight.”
Eddie and Johnnie started off with
Mike, but Fred remained with the girls,
looking on with big round eyes while
Mr. Ray took from their nest two little
white fuzzy birds, with large heads and
solemn, peculiar looking eyes.
“What funny eyes,” said Gertie in
astonishment.
“ And ears, too 1” exclaimed Fred.
At this moment the boys and Mike
came up, having been unsuccessful in
their chase of the mother owl.
“ Faix an’ their eyes are as grane as a
cat’s,” said Mike.
Picture Scrap-Books.
A gift that gives pleasure to the chil
dren and one they never seem to tire of,
is the picture scrap-book. These can be
made of colored paper or cambric, with
edges either pinked or bound, and put
between paste-board covers. There are
many velvet wall papers now sold by
the yard that will make beautiful covers
if pasted carefully over the paste-board
or colored cloth, or, portfolio covers are
pretty and serviceable. They can also
be made of white cloth, and on these
carefully pasted borders of bright color
ed paper, pictures from fruit cans, ma
gazines, advertising cards, etc. Once
begun, you will be surprised to see how
quickly a book can be filled.
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OIJR LETTER BOX.
An Interesting; I.etter.
“What shall we feed them now?”
asked May.
“Mice and birds are their usual food
believe,” said Aunt Mary. “I will
give you some bits of beef which I think
they will eat.”
The children gave it to them but the
owlets looked very wise and took no no
tice apparently, but when the children
came back from dinner the meat had all
disappeared.
They fastened the box in a tree to
make it as homelike for the young owls
as possible, and Eddie set a trap in his
father’s granary for mice to feed them,
and then reluctantly left their pets for
the night.
“ Eddie,” Baid Freddie in a whisper
towards morning, “ who is that calling
hoo, hoo, hoo?”
“Don’t know,” said Eddie from
dreamland.
Freddie heard the cry several times,
but at length he too went to sleep.
When the morning came they all went
to see the owlets, taking with them two
mice which were in the trap, but alas!
the young owls were gone. The slats in
the front of the cage were off and the
owlets had escaped.
“ Who do you suppose did it?” asked
Gertie, mournfully.
“I heard somebody calling hoo, hoo,
hoo in the night,” said Freddie. “May
be that’s who it was.”
“ Very likely,” said Mrs. Ray, laugh
ing. “That was the old owl after her
babies. Never mind, they would have
been unpleasant pets at best and would
have killed your chickens by and by.”
Editor Southern World — Before leaving
South Carolina you asked me to write when I
reached Florida, which it gives me much pleas
ure to do, though it is hard for a little girl to
know where to begin where there are so many
things that I want to tell you and the boys and
girls about. We are delighted with the Land
of Flowers. And as the servants, stock, dog,
chickens, and my canary bird all come from
our own home, we do not feel so much like wand
erers in a strange land. Our home is on little
Lake Harris, a lovely sheet of water, with its
beaches thickly dotted around with settlements,
each with an orange grove in front of it. In the
middle of the lake is a beautiful island about a
quarter of an acre in size, and covered with
shrubbery, which makes a pretty picture. The
island is the home of birds at night, and is a
good fishing place. We went over there fishing
last night and were very successful. We own a
row boat, which bears my name; itcarries seven
and affords one much amusement, and it furn
ishes us delightful transportation to the points
on the lake and enables us to have a supply of
nice fish on short notice. Just off our own
beach my cousin, who lives with us, caught an
eight pound trout. We have brim, speckled
perch and trout. The latter I like best of the
fish we catch here. We went fishing on Thurs
day and caught twenty-five fish; among them
was a trout two feet and one inch long, that
weighed twelve pounds. There are two steamers
on our lake; they touch at each wharf when
there are passengers or freight to take on or put
off. Next week there will be a third steamer
put on; a larger and a nicer one. The ham
mocks are grand; but I will write about them
in another letter. This letter is quite long
enough. With best wishes from your friend,
Mary Miles Jordan.
Dakesdale, Fla.
Written specially for the Southern World. |
The Chords.
BY SARA B. ROSE.
NO. III.
Among the little evils that are contin
ually showing themselves among players
and singers, there is not one more de
testable than jealousy. How small it
seems to see it written out, does it not?
And, yet, who ever heard of a church
choir or a singing class, where there was
not more or lesB of it?
Mary knows she can play the organ
better than Alice; and Alice is equally
sure that Mary makes a discord every
time she touches it. Do we not all like
to play and sing for the enjoyment it
gives us ? \nd how selfish and conceited
it would sound to say that we, ourselves
alone should play because we are the
best musician. And, yet, that seems to
others to be just what Mary and Alice
wish to say. How much better it would
lie to bear them praising the good points
in the performance of others and saying
nothing of the faults unless it be neces
sary to do so!
The common chord of the key of D
major has two sharps for its signature
The subdominant of D is G. The dom
inant is A.
BASS NOTES. TREBLE NOTES
D with its octave. D, F (sharp), A
G with its octave. G B D.
A with its octave. A C, vsharp), E
The complete rest is upon the chord
of D.
Heber and Ills Friends.
Dear Southern World—It has been some
time since I wrote to you, but I have been read
ing the nice things in your paper all the same
and now I come knocking for admittance again
have never told you anything of myself,
have no brother or sister to play with, but papa
got me a little pup not long since; he is a beauty
his name is Butler, and he is so mischievous
that he tears up everything he can get hold of.
have a large yellow cat, a hen and eleven little
biddies, some marbles, a little wagon, and a tin
horse to play with. Uncle Juddie McA. came
and spent several days with me not long since
we had a real nice time riding on my wagon
Cousin Jessie Abernethy gave It to me. I have
several nice little cousins and uncles, they are
all good to me too. Douglas Collins, I hope your
school will be a success and also your little
village. In my next I will tell you of a new
town that is growing near us. Please some
you little friends write to me. Wishing the
Southern World great success and a long life,
I am, sincerely, Herer L. McAlister.
Chlwapa, Miss.
Mltlie’s Reply to Mr. Sad.
Who Wants to Know About
Texas?
Dear EDnoR-Seeing so many letters iu yon .
paper I have concluded to write one myself t
live In the beautiful State of Texas, i K0
school and read In the Fifth Reader i a i °
study geography, grammar, arithmetic and di?
tionary. We have a good school taught uy Mr
Oliver, from Georgia. He is a good teacher
We all like him. My papa Is a farmer. He raises
com, cotton, millet and oats. Most of the latter
he feeds to sheep, cattle and hogs. He Is now
planting com. We have a number of young
chickens, turkeys and lambs. Oh, it is so plea*
ant to see the little lambs play on the green-
grass. The peach trees are in bloom, i take
your good paper and am much pie sed to get it
If there is any little girl who wants to know
about Texas and will write to me, I will do my
best to let her know all about this great state
Mattie H. Colvin.
Watters, Texas.
Kddle is Always Welcome.
Editor Southern World—It has been some
time since I penned you a letter; but I still love
the Southern World a* dearly as ever, it is a
welcome visitor in our home. You remember I
sent you several subscribers. One of our neigh
bors, who is a farmer, says he subscribed to
gratify me, but finds himself charmed with his
paper. The farmers in west Dougherty have all
finished planting corn and are busy putting out
compost, guano, etc. Our neighbor, Colonel
John P. Fort, is trying a new enterprise. He is
planting a seed farm and has three acres in
egg plants. He will not ship the vegetables, but
will save the seed. The truck farmers are busy
planting early vegetables, but the frost has kill-
ed the tender ones that were up. I think I can
send you some more subscribers before long.
Your little friend,
Eddie F. Jackson.
Albany, Ga.
Welcome! Palmetto i.assle.
Editor Southern World—Would you please
be so kind as to admit an interested reader of
the Southern World from the Palmetto State
into your happy little circle? I have been read
ing the back numbers of the “Letter Box” all
day, and have fallen in love with some of its
corespondents. Cindy Garner, write again. I
like your letters very much. Irion LaTast, I
think I know you. I hope the editor will pub
lish this. I am very anxious to see my letter in
print. With endless love to Irion LaTast and all
the little folks. I am, very respectfully,
Palmetto Lassie.
Ridge Spring, S. C.
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with a sprained knee, and I cant get about, but
father says he will help me to get you some sub
scribers. I like to read the Southern World. It
contains more information than any other paper
we have ever taken. I hope it will continue
successful. Its friend, Albert S. Brown.
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wish to thank Mr. Sad for replying to my letter.
He was very kind to do so. I have been wonder
ing if he really baa such a doleful name as Sad!
la that your real name, Mr. Sad? If it ian
won’t you tell me what your name la ? I enjoyed
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wasn't from any of our Northern friends; and
am glad to know that my letter pleased you.
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to hear from Oscar Adama again. Mr. Sad I will
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