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LETTERS, RECIPESAND CLIPPINGS FOR THE FAIR READERS OF
THE CONSTITUTION.
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THE GOLDEN SIDE.
’•There is many a rest in the road of life.
If we would only Stop to take it;
And many a tone from tho betier land
If the querulous heart would make it.
To the sunny soul that is full of hope.
And whose beautiful trust ne'er faileth,
The grass is green, and the Cowers are height;
Though the wintry storm prevailed!.
Better to hope though tho clouds hang low;
And to keep tho eyes still lifted ;
For the sweet blue sky will soon peep through
When the ominous clouds have shifted.
There was never a night without a day.
Nor an evening without a morning,
And the darkest hour, tho proverb goes.
Is the hour before the dawning.
There is many a gem in the path of life,
Which we pass in our idle pleasure,
That is richer far than the jeweled crowns
Or the miser’s hoarded treasure;
It may be the love of a little child,
Or a mother's prayer to heaven,
Or only a beggar's grateful thanks
For a cap of water given.
Better to weave in the web of life
A bright and golden iilling,
And to do God’s will with a ready heart
And hands that arc swift, and willing,
Than to snap the delicate silver threads
Os curious lines asunder.
And then Heaven blame for the tangled ends
And sit and grieve and—wonder,
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“The Piedmont Chantnuqua.”
A few weeks ago there appeared a letter in
rur columns from our “philosopher,” Bill Arp,
beaded “Chautauqua—What I Saw and
Heard.” Now with all due respect to Mr.
