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About The west shore. (Portland, Or.) 1875-1891 | View Entire Issue (Feb. 1, 1880)
44 THE WEST SHORE. February, 1880. THK SOWERS. Ten thousand lowers through ho Unl Vtum heodhttw on their way; Ten Ihuuuiiil need In every hand Of every irt had they. They caal aood hore, they eait need there, They tit need everywhere The bind ti forvnt utriiiyhlwiij ifrew, And kindly frallftM olsonoui In that v, 1 ifiuld you tlnd; For trues rew hure, and tree ruvf there, And treev jfruw everywhere. Anon, u iimny n year wnnt hy, Thoae nnwum uiQie 00M more. And wandered 'nealh the loaf hidden sky, Ami wondered at the itore; For fruit hunt( lu re, imd fruit hung there, And frull hung everywhere. Thfn ptOdkud limy many n Iwrry hrljfht, N i'l their rlt(ht deny; Ami some rUi Ui thulr long i i- . h : , And Minie ate tnU to die; While ""iiM plucked here, nnd Home plmkud there And wmie plucked everywhere. Nor knew they In that UiiKled wood The tree that wore thuir own; Hut u they plurkod u eauh one ihould, 1. 11 1 plucked what he hud sown. Ho io on 11 here, o do mun there, Bo do mort overywhore. Tinthy't Magazine. VOICE OK Hl'JUNG. Iloarost thuu those low, sweet, inciiluntal tones that now ami then lind a trembling, quiy. oritig expression, mid tho hollow, sepulchral notoa of hoary winter, saying 1 am the tint- '"in of the iwaaona, iueen of thu year, yet nm held in houdago by tho icy fettora of winter's king. Ilia froat palaces, cryatal pillars, and aaowy garments edged with glittering ioiolos, are a mockery to my ohainud xiwors anil pass ive will; for to-morrow ia March day, and I, who am iuon by birth, am yot a prisoner clasped to hia iuy bruaat. Though outwardly uiot, my bunting heart ia not all passive and aubiniasive. Already my thousands of bright I'Dvoyi, gorgeously arrayed, aro out rallying and arousiug the inert subjects bound by tho frozen ehaina of winter, and ero many hours they will lie marshaled forth from their death tranoe to the (juiokneaa of ro-awakened life. My onmnation will In upon a bright guidon and red morning. At my feet in liquid beauty will gleam tho now crumbled crystals of ioy monumenU, and from thia limpid element will be rollevtod a mossy, velvot like robe, sckled with crimaon anil royal purple, with dotting of ailvery white aanglea and bordering of golden floaay fringe, whilo upon my brow will bo woven oorotial of diamonds like beaila, a most prinoely kiaa, thoiitfh given in tho biting, frees ing bitterneaa of a dethroned king. My proph oay is true, and I, a reigning Uoen, am clothed Id all the regal apleudorof my llower-clal court On my aurnreal wings I hie mo o'er hill ami vale, hoisting in mid-air slender sterna, bunting buds and delicate llowen aa (lags of pence be tween the mighty fallen and hfo-giving victor. Wild March winds and soft spring sighs are organs by which is written an obituary titling tn the umntory of the deceased, wherein is shown the beauty and goodness of his stormy life in the kind guardian care and aafe trans position of that sleeping life to my hands. This hidden, sealed life 'tis now my mission to unlock and lead to the portals of light I lay beams are my drawn arrows, ami bright tinted ray tho uivn holding the dewdiop and sun beam till I scatter them as life legaciea to brighten with resurrecting lieams the darker trailing! of the robe of death. Day by day the bright aun with hia artist, light - slowly de rtiug, yet I etoal from his unsheathed arrows many a silvery minute, transforming it into a sixtieth part of a golden circlet, weaving it into the web of day, making that much leas the starry mil of light 1 oox and lead the more direct lines of the dhy-orb iuto mauy a hitherto un-ridden and benighted fastness, dispelling by a sunny smile gathered mold and mildew of darkness, while! gently whisper to the buried seed its shackles aro loosed, and in the twink ling eye of sunlight tho embryo bud bursts its scaly shell, Bonding forth tiny leaves, whose chalises drink my nightly tears, and under tho baptismal touch of the sunbeam soon is christ- "' '! l'" nfrfne (l.wer ' f ' nourish -nil watch those floral children with joy and pride, and 'tis with sighs and a saddened heart I list to tho decree of Father Time, that these off spring must be matured 'neath the gentle influ ence of my sweet sister, .Summer, "i'is she that will see their purfected beauty, breathe the fra grance of their pure lives, and perhaps shroud them for the grave. My commands are not always borne upon gentle zopliyn, nor is my voice ever pleasant ami harmonious. Its soft-breathing sweetness ami gentle inlluonco ofttimcs is lost in tho mad, frolicsome gales nf thu storm-wind, or dispelled by the heatiug beiims of noonday; burning rays and driving winds chase each other in mad career over lakes and rivers whoso seething undercurrents are bound and hedged in vise like walls of masonry framed by winter's chief workman, Frost King; my perfumed breath slowly crumbles and undermines these vast architectural designs, and the Btrong fabric is swallowed by a crystal stream, drawing its most powerful icy pillars into line misty threads and gauzo-like curtains, which shade the daz zled eyes of mortals from the too gorgeous beauty of those castles standing upon tho azure tinted clouds of heaven. 1 open wide the closed windows anil drawn blinds of the sick-room, gently whispcriug to the invalid of growing seeds, springing buds, frag rant Mowers, green fields, budding forests, and singing birds that are Idling the world with beauty and harmony; his dull eye brightens, the palo cheek Hushes with deceitful rosiness of health, as suffering souses are for tho moment lulled iuto unconsciousness of pain; the panting soul is Inst and bewildered in the sudden transi tion from tho darkness of despair to tho hope fulness bom of springing life-scones. I fan nis fevered brow, kiss his thin lips, leave a shadowy blush upon the sunken cheek, toss his waving hair, idly turn the leaves of the open llible, lose the page, and imperceptibly bring him to a silent communion with nature's Qofl that may thereby be seen by spiritual sight tho unwritten, unlettered expression of those glor ies felt but not aeon. Thus to tho dim, impaired sight of mortality, such lights may fall upon those virtues (faith, hope and charity), as form a rainbow of tho soul, whoso reflecting tints will seal a bond of peace between tho lowly created and tho exalted Creator. I bid the mountains clothe themselvoB in lifo and beauty. This command is echoed and ro- oehood through meadow, glen, uncultivated wilds, ami through darkest forest fastnesses and rock-bedded canyons. From their echoing depths spring sweet blossoms, bright-eyed daises, lloccvorowiiod dandelion, whilo tho verdant shrub wildly waves its bright plumes; these combinod ecstatic motions produce vibra tions iir the scented air which touches the most callous heart and brings a melody, though it may Iw weird and uncanny, from disenrdant depths. Thus magically doth all nature put on her life garineutt, while 1 forever sing of regeneration and resurrection. -Marin It. I,,unltr, in Rural I'm. PmVUAUIUbI ok ltAPin Motion. If a mua kct ball be tired into the water it w ill not only relxiund, but bo flattened ; if lircd through a MM of glass, it will make a hole tho siza of the Kill without cracking the glass ; if the glass lie ausiMirdcd by a thread rt w ill make no difference, and the tin. .el will not even vibrate. Whon a tallow candle is loaded in a musket mid lirad at a hoard of not too hanl a wood, it will make a hole in tho board. If a round disk of paper ia turned very rapidly on a lathe, ita edgo will cut the liugen like a knife ; and if such a disk of sheet iron is turn, . I with sutlicicut velocity, it will even cut tteeL MRS. FLUTTER'S BREAKFAST TABLE. Five o'clock ! Everybody in Springdale knows that M rs. Flutter opens the blinds of her bedroom window at precisely five o'clock in the morning. In five minutes after, by the clock, she will be flying around down stairs, slamming tho doors, lighting the fire, dragging out the table, clatter ing the dishes, petting the breakfast readv: then, upstairs again, hustling the children out of bed, and bidding them hurry down to break fast, for "it will be on thu table in 10 minutes, and them that isn't ready to eat can do without." Sure enough, in just 10 minutes the coffee is smoking on the table, the "men folks" have answered the summons, the ideepy-eyed children come stumbling downstairs in the darkness, and Mrs. Flutter takes her Beat at the table, admon ishing everybody to "hurry up and eat their breakfast, for it's baking day, and there's them comforters to be tied, and Hczekiah's trowserB to be patched, and the ironing to finish, and the milk-room to scour, and the lard to try out, and the souse to make, and the pickle for the pork to fix and dear knows what all to do." "Now, Mary Flutter, why don't yon eat your breakfast ?" "Don't see anything you like, eh? Pork and beans, rye bread, doughnuts, apple pie, coffee my goodness! what does anybody want with any better breakfast than thia, I should like to ask ? Well! I don't suppose I can cook your break fast and eat it for you too, (jive me a pin, and go fix the fire while I pick up these dishos. .lack, there's a looBe nail in that shed door toro my dress on it drive it in, and bring some kindling-wood whon you come back. Emma tako those kittens right out of this kitchen. I hate cats! Jack, if you don't hurry up with that kindling, tho lire will be black out. Run, Mary, there's Tom Quizzle's team coming down the road, and I want him to get me some brown sugar at the village. Mercy on us, child I he'll bo out of sight before you get started; it does seem as though there isn't a soul to do anything in this house but just myself ! There I he's go irrg to stop anyway. Suppose ho tho't I'd want something, and Hezokiah's always doing some errand for Misa Quizzlo when he goes to the vil Lag, You, Jack Sakos alive, ohildren, can't you keep out from under foot. (Jet out of the way, all of you ! and don't let me see you again till dinner's ready, but mind you come then when ynu'ro called, sharp, or you can go hungry for all of me." Clara Francis, in Prairie Farmer. FaIIM S 1 1 i h . i -. BVra rimiu I.'..,.-, 1 ; . ; - - . muuu nas agri cultural schools for girls. Ono of the ohiof is uoar Rouen, which is said to have been begun nun cuiuuu oi one irane, ny a Bister of cliar- rt ..,,1 I .. 1 . I . I I 1 1 ! .. ..j ...... . .... ..mi iiiouuurgeu prisoner girls, and to be now- worth .$100,000. Tho establishment uas .tou gins irom (i to 18. The farm, entirely cultivated by them, is over 400 acres in extent. Twenty-live sisters form tho staff of teachers." More than ono medal of the French Agricul tural Society has been awarded to this establish ment at Daruotel, and the pupils aro in great r'nliud " over Normandy on account of their skill. I hoy go out as stowardB, gardeners, farm managers, dairy women and laundresses. BMb girl has, on leaving, an outfit and a small sum of money, earned in suaro houra. If they want a home, they can always return to Uarm -tel. which they are taught to regard as home. DOIURIO Haitinkks. The harmony of mar rred life depends almost outirely upon dinners It is not the state of tho hoart ao much as the condition of the stomach which makes a man Happy. It is better for a woman rank heresy we know to bo able to make a cheerful homo than to talk (ireck. Before marriago the abil ity to sing divinely, and to play impossible music are very attractive; but whon two people settle down to the steady work of loving eich other for 40 or B0 yean, the kitchen inevitably e...pha.e. itself, and the chance, of .ucces. are greater with a comely housewife than with an accompl,.hed Iwauty, who knows everything except how to make the house attractive