Part 42 (1/2)

A HINT TO A FARMER

Shun thou seats in the shade, nor sleep till the dawn! in the season When it is harvest-time, and your skin is parched in the sunshi+ne

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MY FATHER

How beautiful is the following picture by Caroline Anne Bowles, only child of Captain Charles Bowles, of Blackland, England Born 1787:

My father loved the patient angler's art, And , by soe companionshi+p!

A sad and silent man; a joyous child!

Yet those were days as I recall theh he was, My father's eyes were often on his child Tenderly eloquent--and his feords Were kind and gentle Never angry tone Repulsed hts With childish question But I learned at last, Learned intuitively to hold hs Spoke the perturbed spirit--only then I crept a little closer to his side, And stole my hand in his, or on his arm Laid my cheek softly: till the simple wile Won on his sad abstraction, and he turned With a faint s toward me; so I reached at last Mine ar his pale broith a silent kiss

--_Froe_

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_Love for a Father_--In the year 1773, a gentle, was advised by his physicians to go to Spa for the recovery of his health His daughters feared that those who had only motives entirely ht expect froreatest pleasure into his ease and comfort; they, therefore, resolved to accompany hiaiety that led theay and fashi+onable circles; they were never out of their father's company, and never stirred from home, except to attend him, either to take the air or drink the waters; in a word, they lived a most recluse life in the midst of a town then the resort of the es of Europe This exemplary attention to their father procured these three amiable sisters the admiration of all the visitors at Spa, and was the cause of their elevation to that rank in life to which their ave them so just a title They were all married to noblemen: one to the Earl of Beverly, another to the Duke of Hamilton, and a third to the Duke of Northumberland And it is justice to them to say that they reflected honor on their rank, rather than derived any from it

--_Arvine_

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MY FATHER

I have a Father!

It needeth not that I should see His face, When each new day brings token of His grace

Who can deny the Power that brings to pass The yearly iance, that sees The harvest glory of the fruited trees?

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Confessing a faultone doubles it

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Not to repent of a fault, is to justify it