The Cedarville Herald, Volume 13, Numbers 1-21

o. ■ ■ p p p K "’gtSiw-ax B grave historian spunffs tlie praise t from “Prelace" to ••The End" Or those whiplushed In years longpast their fireside* tp deieijd; And I don’t object how much they lfud those patriotic mop. . Who Treed our laud from old Ring-George with the mighty sword and pent But there’s one oversight I ’m sure, for what’s the reason Why . V Historians pass colonial hoys almost In silence by? ; ■ The storied page just gives one glimpse; hut that is proof enough That revolutionary boys were made of proper . . stuff; jVtid that was when the Boston lads marched up in virtuous rage To tell the story of their wrongs to doughty Gen: Gage, And made that red-coat worthy aghast and shocked to sco ; That hoys, as well as brawny men, were aoblng to be free. I'm sure in those dark dayswt war that tried the bigman's soul. There was a band of little men not named on fame’s broad scroll. Who took the lighting farmer’s, place the wait­ ing field to till, Cr donned the valiant miller’s coat and ran the undent mill, . .Or tolled beside the blazing forge from which the blacksmith fled , .< In haste to gain the field of strife where free ■ dom fought and bled. When from its rack the farmer took his flint­ lock musket down, To sally out and meet in war the minions of the crown— ■ - When, with sad heart and husky voice at^d moist and tear-stained eye, He called his wife and little ones to say the last good-by— No doubt he bade his sturdy non to.guard them ■, from all harm, To plant and bow and reap the cropland tend the little farm. When clear was heard the cannon's boom ms , war's red tide rolled near. And mpther’s tape and Bister’s cheek mayhap grew palq from fear, - t The son and brother made,himself a garrison ot •one. And shouldered for the home's defense the rusty fowling gun; . And to the timid womon-hearts new lease of courage cam*— The patriot’s son'would prove his right to hear his father’s name. U1IK 80S AMU BROXUKH MAt>K HUMKIiV A UAHKISOM o r OMK. In those dread hours when freedom’s cause hung trembling In the scale. Perhaps the care ot many homes was borne on .shoulders frail, And though no history notes their deeds in rhetoric sublime, Prom yotnh add hope faint hearts took cheer In all that gloomy time; And through her tears the soldier's wife some­ times caught gleams of joy. And blessed kind fate for sparing her the hravc and manly hoy. Those unnamed lads who bore their share of bluer toll and trial, Whose boyish days were sparse of sports that youthfulhours beguile, And who stayed a t borne protecting the pre­ cious “household gods,’’ Though no monumental marble will ever mark their sods, Wore a hand Of little heroes, guardingwell their homes and fires. While theeaaseat humaafreedom was defended by their sires. The scholar walked a thorny path la revolu­ tion’s time, And boys found Education’s height a rocky mount to ethnb; While he who then for Wisdom's smites and ttearalag'a favor sought* Hy kitchen hearth and fireside flatae both teacher was and taught; P ot pedagogues were wleldtng the bayonet and Usesword, And wrestling with the British troops and Hesse'S hireling horde. But not on battlefields alone nor In tbe balls of state Were all the patriots found who made “ the day We celebrate;” For often at the humblest post, far from the public gaze, Stood they who well deserved to wear the green heroic bays. * Then let us think sometimes that we whom freedom now enjoy, Perchance may owe Amite of It to ths colonial . toy. I don't begrudge to Washington, the soldier snd tbe sago, And all the other patriots of that great and gioriousage, . . *ihe meed of praise they earned So wen la By standing up f^'ftMdom like a solid granite v ..waif;< ■ But I hereby enter protest and my signature af* fix, To the treatment by historians of the Boys of Seventy-Six. , -*P. 0, Fossalt, in GoldenHays. OUR NA TAL DAY. Our aatWn cobms to^ieb rato Wlth pomp its natal day, Ita bursting from a tbraUdom atate, To that of rural sway: 'Ti* meet that oaunons loud should roar, That joyous bells should ring, That freemen glad on mount and shore, Triumphantly should slug. a •• Our land that stretches far and wide Was once an infant small, Butnpn of lands the gem and pride, I t rules among them all; ’Twas purchased, freeman, by your sires, • With blood 'twa» dearly bought; 0 keep alive tbe sacred fires j For which your fathers fought. , Our ships plow swift the mighty deep, Our yeomen plow the soil; Kleh are the harvests that wo reap - As sure reward pf toll; , In every vein our land has health— The health of freedom’s air, From seas and mines it gives us wealth— . From.prairies vust and fair. And knowledge like a wondrous stream Flows through its breadth and length; Ita mighty waters glowing, gleam, Wlthcommerce in its strength; Q let the,banners fly to-day, From spires andmountains high, , It is our country's natal day, Ye sons oMlbcrty i And while ye gladly celebrate On freedom’s happy sod, The birthday of your land so great, 1 Return'your thanks to God ; For all your vpst extent and power, . Your wealth on every hand, ■Your gladness In the natal hour Of this your lovely land! . . . _ Were Heaven’s blessings on the few ' Who. for'them prayed and fought; O freemen, keep the truth In view. Your land with blood was bought;. ■ Ye cannot be too glad to-day, Nor sing too joyfully, Let breezes ou the banners play, Our land, our land is free! . —Anna t>. Walker, in Christian at Work. « A 5 T 0 R Y ^ - TFS k t h e ^ r t h j ^ P j , ^ ^ . L u m sw o h -. “ - V said Mr. J a r­ re tt, “ I don't w ant none of your w a r e s , and there’s an end of it," Mr. Austey looked woefully disappointed. “ \Vaal," said lie, slowly scratching his head, * ‘I lcnowed patriotism was a t a pret­ ty low ebb ln-this 'ere p a rt o’ the coun­ try, b u t 1 didn’t know i t was as bad as this. And when I heerd th a t J udge Ding- ley was goin’ to deliver a Fourth o' Ju ly oration a t Picketts Bridge, Is o rt o’ thought there might he a m arket for some fireworks, and 1 laid my plans ac­ cordin'. And I didn’t think, Neighbor ja rr e tt, you’d be one to go hack on the old day'.” Mr. J a rre tt worked industriously away a t the large blue-green stretches of his onion feed, answered only by a snort,which might have been interpreted in any way th a t his interlocutob pleased. “Most of the neighbors liev give me a small order,” lie reumra. “ Humph!” said.Mr. J a rre tt, unmoved. “Specially where there’s children." “Humph!” “You see, Neighbor Ja rre tt, it sort o’ sets the day off from the re st of the year.” “Yes—exactly.” “And it don't cost so much a rte r all!" resumed Mr. Austey. “ Humph!” “Bettor lerame pu t your name down for half a dozen pack But here Hirum J a rre tt straightened his portentous length up tviUra jerk.’ “Ye may put my nothin']" said he. man that's heartily of this sort of thing, your business, but name down for ‘Except for A sick an d tired 1 dunno. about mine is pressln', and 1 h a in 't no time to chaffer w ith you. And, if it’s no offense, I'll bid ye good-mornin’!” And Mr, Austey w en t off, mattering to himself words th a t would scarcely have edified Mr. J a rre tt, could he have heard them. “ Them J a rre tts a in 't hardly human! said he, re ad ju sting under h h arm the little bundle of American flags, In dif­ fe re n t styles and sizes, which lie had Mot ventured to unroll. “ I t does seem as if they didn't th ink o* nothin' b u t gettln’ copper pennies together and countin' 'em# over and over ag’in!" When Hiram J a r re tt had come in from the onion field; tired and warm and stiff with long stooping, he glanced with a dissatisfied eye a t the tabic, where his wife had set out a bowl of raspberries and milk, a bilious-look­ ing slab of ’cold sa lt pork, heaped around w ith beet greens, and half a loaf o f rye bread. “There a in 't no sense in settin’ tab le,” said he. “I'd jest as soon ea t my victuals off the pan try shelf!” “ I t seems more soCiablc-like to sit down,” said his wife, a pale, faded lit­ tle woman w ith light-bine eyes and hair already beginning to tu rn gray, although abe was not y e t forty years Old. “ Ifi'a all a waste o’ time, gettln’ ready and cleanin’ up,” said he, beginning to e a t like a famished ocelot. “Mrs. Brimmer was over here this mom in’,” said Mrs. J a rre tt, pouring herself out a cup of weak tea, sweet­ ened w ith maple sugar and drunk with­ ou t milk, because the creameries gave th ree oants a quart for ail th a t the three “blanket cows" yielded, “Eh?” saldHlraq». “What for?" “Well, she’s goin* over to Bust HlU to spend Fourth o' July, and she can't take th a t little ’Fresh A.lr' child w ith her; her grandson’s so. ill and can’t bear the least b it of noise. And she thought perhaps we’d bo willin' to hev’ him her®, je st for a day." “She’s mistaken, then,” said Hiram, with liis mouth full of pork and greens. “I don’t sot no store by children, espe­ cially th a t sort o'child!” Mrs. J a rre tt looked wistfully a t her husband, b u t made no remonstrance. She knew from long experience how useless it was to sot up her wishes against his will. Hiram J a rre tt was very tired: th a t night when he went to bed, but his last words were a sneer and a cavil a t the prevailing folly. “Judge Dingley, indeedl” said he. “And a Fourth of Ju ly oration! ,1 don’t b ’lieve Judge Dingley’s great-gran’ther carried a musket a t Bunker Hill as mine did.’’ ‘T h en you be proud o' the day, after all?" said Mrs. Jarrett. . “ I don't b ’lieve in makin’ such an all- fired fuss over it," said Hiram, shortly. The Fourth bf July dawned, a red sun shining through a vail of. mist. Hiram rose and proceeded to his work, as usual. Mrs. J a rre tt went to a neighboring vil­ lage, where sue had a sister as hard­ working and down-trodden as herself. “Betsy is cleanin’house,” said Mrs. Jar­ rett, by way of excuse to her husband, “ and if I help her a day p’r'aps she’ll come over in blackberry time and lend me a hand with the jam ;” Mr. J a rre tt had been across to the “ fur pastur’," to put the cows into new grazing grounds, and was returning by the short cut through the Widow Brim­ mer’s apple-orchard, When the sound of a distant call lion struck upon his ear. “They've begun with their toomfool- ery a'reudy," said he to himself. “But it sounds sort o’ pleasant, too. Won­ der if it sounded th a t ’ere way to my great-gran’ther at Bunker Hill? And theta's a flag up on the top o' Deacon Saltonstall’s store. 1 guess I ’ve got as good right to fly a flag as lie lias, if— Hallo! Who be you, little man?” A child, seven, or eight years old, a L ittle Johnny rose straightway up and clasped his small hand around Hiram J a rre tt'a horny forefinger. Hot* It thrilled a t the gentle toucht How many years was it since a child had confidingly taken his hand like that! Mr. Austey could scarcely believe hiseyds and ears, when old Farmer J a rre tt came in with the little “Fresh Air” child jumping a t his aide and asked for six packs of firecrackers, four Roman candles and three pin-wheels! “And 1 say,” added the old man. some­ what sheepishly, “I guess yo may as well give me one o' them cheap flags while you're about it! My great-grand­ father fought a t Bunker Hill, and Mrs, J a rre tt'a great-uncle, he was a sailor aboard tfee Constitution when she fit th a t battle with the Guerriere, th a t’s put down in every common-school his­ tory, and if we hain’t a right to nail the Old flag over our front door 1don'tknow who has.” So they went home through the wild rose-spangled woods and across the summer-scented meadows; little John­ ny flitting on in advance with the flag streaming above his yellow head like a meteor, the proudest and happiest of small creatures, while Mr. Ja rre tt fol­ lowed with the parcel of fireworks. Mrs. J a r re tt was. amazed beyond measure; when, on reaching homo in the purple twilight, she discovered a pin-wheel revolving in s h e a r s of fiery sparks in front of the- door, and’saw, set out o n 'th e table inside, the ja r of •plum jam th a t was only opened when the minister came, the tin box of gid- ger snaps, a pitcher of milk and one solitary section o f the raspberry pie which had been baked for the morrow's dinner; while little Johnny ’s face,.light­ ed by the blue coruscations, and Mr, Jar- re tt’s beaming visage just behind were* a study to behold. . “Oh!” cried the child, clapping his hands, “ I do so love the Fourth of July! And I love Mr, Ja rre tt, too, and Mr. Jnr- re tt’s mother!" (Which was his way of accounting for the kind old lady with the streaky white hair), * “Waal, Eunice, I a’pose yon think I'm crazy,” said Mr. Jurrett, rather sheep­ ishly. “ I don’t know as 1 blame ye, neither.” And he explained to her how A GLORIOUS FOURTH. fair-haired, blue-eyed little creature, was sitting on Mrs. Brimmer’s doorstep, looking Kotemidynip ut him. “ I'm Johnny Jones,” said he. “There’s nobody at home. I was to stay here, right by the door, until she came back. My dinner was in a paper, bu t 1 was hungry, and I've eaten it up. Is it past dinner time, please?” " I t’s a quarter of ten, pre-ci«-ly,” said Mr. Ja rre tt, consulting the huge sliver watch which had belonged to his father before him. . “So you’re the city child, arc yon?” “I live on Avenue B,” said the little hoy, “with Mrs. Riley. Top floor, right hand side." “I s pose your folks are sort o' lone­ some without you," said the farmer, looking curiously a t the little lad, as if he were some new variety of insect. “1 haven't any folks,” Raid the child. “My fa th e r and mother are dead. I'm to go out in the rag-and-bottle wagon w ith Mr. Riley when I'm big enough." “ What's them sticks heaped up on the grass?” asked the farmer, swallow­ ing down an unaccountable lump in his throat. 1 “Those are my firecrackers,” said the little boy. “ I’m playin’ a t fireworks. T h e long ones are my rockets, and the clam-shells are pinwheels. I should be quite happy if I wasn’t so hungry,” Poor little,-soft-voiced, child! Poor little make-believe of dry sticks and stones! Mr. J a r re tt gave himself a sudden je rk as if he fain would get free from some unseen demon, who was dragging h im in the other direction. “Come home w ith me, bub!” said he. “ I live jest across the big raeddef, yon can see the chimfelSys from here. I guess we can find some berry p)e and new mlllf over there. And I say (fumbling uneasily In his pocket), le ts go round by Aufitey’s store find see what he’s got left. I calculate you an’ me can licr a Fourth o’ July by our­ selves, as well as o ther folks!” tills singular paradox had brought itself to pass. “ I'm glad of it," said Mrs. Ja rre tt, •heartily; “and I'll go to work and got you jest as nice a tea as I know how; a berry shortcake, and some flannel cakes, w ith maple sirup; jest ns your old mother used to make ’em. Gome here and kiss me, Ijttle boy. Bless us! how strong you smell of gunpowder!” “ It’s the Fourth of July,” said the child, joyously; “ and there's three packs of firecrackers left.” At nine o’clock, they took the little boy back to Mrs. Brimmer's cattagc. “ I t’s p retty solitary cornin' back without him, eh, Eunice?” said Mr. J a rre tt, as he held open the gate—an unwonted piece of courtesy—for his wife to pass through. “Yes, it is,” said Mrs. J a r r e tt “A child doet sort o’ brighten u p a house, now, don’t he?" “Oh, yes!” Mrs. J a rre tt fervently an­ swered, “ I was kind a’ thinkin’, if you didn't object, Eunice, th a t we might adopt the little chap,” blurted out Farmer Ja rre tt. “He hain’t no relations be­ longin’ to h im ,'it seems, and he's a nice, docile boy.” ’ “ I t does seem as if the Lord meant some one to take care of him, Hiram,” answered the wife, almost afraid to let her husband see the th rill of joy th a t convulsed her features. She had been longing all these years for some one to love and cosset>this childless, mother- hearted woman. “Waal, I ’ll see about it to-morrow mominY ' said Hiram, decidedly. Mrs, J a rre tt went to bed with a hap­ py heart th a t night. “Pm thankful to the Lord for sendln' us this Fourth o* July,” she murmured to herself. “And still more for puttin' th a t idee about little Johnny into Hlraih’s heart. There’s lots o’ true things in the Bible, but th ere alii’tnone tru e r than where it says; ’And a little child shall lead them!' ”—Amy Ran­ dolph, in N. Y. Ledger, HOUSEHOLD BREVITIES. —A Good, Cheap Cake.—One eg'g, on* cupful of sugar, one of water, o r m ilk, ■ one tablespoonful of butter, two te a ­ spoonfuls of baking powder, two cup­ fuls of flour. Flavor, and bake in tw o . layers, using jelly or frosting between.— Christian Inquirer, —Never iron lace window curtains, • and be careful to no t make them too blue w ith indigo or too stiff w ith starch. Stretch them upon a m attress to dry, pinning down carefully th e ex­ treme edge of every point or scallop.— Detroit Free P ress —Plo Crush—One heaping teaspoon­ ful of baking powder, two quarto of flour, one teaeupfhl of lard, two tea­ cupfuls of water, a pinch of salt. Mix well, and sift a little flour on the mold­ ing-board before rolling it out. This will make enough crust for four or five p ica—Boston Budget. —Chocolate Bavarian Cream.—Soak half fi box of gelatine la cold water half an hour. Boil a pint of milk, add the gelatine, two ounces of grated chocolate and stir .u n til dissolved, then add h a lt a cup of sugar and a teaspoon- ful of vanilla. Pour in a pan and cool until it thickens, th en odd a p in t of whipped cream and pour in a mold} Serve with orcara.—N. Y. World. - T h e best way to remove a stain of grease from paper is-to apply fuller’s earth, pounded- fine and pressed in a mass over the spot. Lay a brown paper over it and press a hot iron over a l l ^ This Will cause the dry powder to ad­ here to the paper and will also help draw out the grease. Let the paste re­ main on th e wall a t least forty-eight hours. Then brush it off, and if th e grease lias not entirely disappeared, re­ peat the process. —Sponge Cake.—Beat the yolks of five eggs, add two teacupfuls of coffee* sugar, mix two teaspoonfuls of baking powder in two full coffee cupfuls o t. flour, stir together and add one tea* spoonful of lemon extract, and, two- thirds of a cupful of hot water; stir rap-' idly three minutes, then heat the five whites stiff and add lastly. If too th in add a trifle more flour. Serve warm cu t in squares and use sauce made from th e rule for. Roly Poly pudding,—House­ keeper. . -—Salad Melee.—This is a simplifica­ tion of the famous elaborate mhide a la Rum* One takes a cup fu leacho f cold, cooked vegetables —potatoes, turnips, string beans, beets, celery (if you have it), and any scraps of artichoke or t o ­ mato may be added. These are seasoned with salt, white pepper, oil and vinegar and then allowed to stand an hour. After this, p u t in a bowl and add some . opped pickle, hard-boiled eggri,olives, capers and shred lettuce, pour over a ll a Mayonnaise dressing, and surround with small, curling I o I.I umv leaves.-— Demorest’s Monthly. —Bean Croquettes.—Wash one p in t o f ’ beans and soak them over night; in th e morning drain off the water; cover w ith fresh, cold water, bring slowly to a . boil and simmer one hour; when done drain and p u t a few a t a time into a glass and beat un til the beans are thoroughly broken; now press the whole through a colander and add a,tablespoon- ful of molasses, a tablespoonful of vine­ gar, a tublcspoonfnl of butter, a tea- ‘ spoonful of salt •and a saltopoonful o f white pepper; mix well and le t i t cool; when cold form into Ijialjs, dip in egg and then in bread crumbs, and fry* in hot fat.—Boston llorald. * FLOWERS TFT DRESS. Wherein th e English Woman D istances H er American Cousin. The American woman, while aha claims she loves flowers, does not seem to have the same ability in arranging them as pcrsonul decorations as is pos­ sessed by her English cousins. An. English woman will select the finest artificial flowers and gnrland an even­ ing gown with them un til sho makes herself look like A veritable “walking flower,” which is what Heine Says th a t all women should bo. After th e flowers are found, dress­ maker and wearer will study how they can ' best bo a r­ ranged for evening wear. A p re tty blonde who was going to the races, who had discovered th a t deep dark Russian violets best enframed her face, had n jaun ty bonnet made entirely of these blossoms, while she wore about her1 shoulders a lace cape w ith a Medici col­ la r formed of violets, their leaves and stems. A ribbon exactly matching, th a flowers in lino caught the lace cape ju s t in front. She was a wise blonde, fo r she realized th a t not only did she look as pretty as a picture, bu t she was wearing the flower th a t everything masculine most admires, Another p retty floral garniture is in­ tended for wear w ith an evening bod­ ice. I t is. a plastron shape, composed entirely of primroses* and has as its finish on each shoulder a flaring white- ribbon bow. J u s t a t one side,o f th e corsage is placed a small love bird, and its mate is behind the ribbon bow on the left shoulder. This was placed on a white silk bodice. Such au addition to one’s gown w ill do much to make it look almost as good as new. The knowing how to dispose o t th e small adjuncts of dress is really what makes a successful toilet, and this is tlie a r t o t th e French wom­ an, who knows how to suit every part of her costume to the hour o t the day and the oeoasidn, English women ex­ cel in their evening toilets, h u t ths American is rapidly gaining wisdom from each of her cousins, and w ill in a short time lead th e procession, sd fa r as good dressing is concerned.—N. Y, Sun, I