. The Boston Cooking School magazine of culinary science and domestic economics. glad Thurs-day, which was so surely coming, thelong table, the laughter and the cheer. But now the clergyman was unfold- ing a crackling sheet of parch-ment, the Governors Proclamation,that bid the people give praise andgather themselves together on theappointed day, as did their Pilgrimfathers, for prayer and thanksgiving. Slowly he read to the end, then saidreverently, God bless the Common-wealth of Massachusetts! The child thrilled with the grandeurand nobility of it, and suddenly his fearand loneliness vanishe
. The Boston Cooking School magazine of culinary science and domestic economics. glad Thurs-day, which was so surely coming, thelong table, the laughter and the cheer. But now the clergyman was unfold- ing a crackling sheet of parch-ment, the Governors Proclamation,that bid the people give praise andgather themselves together on theappointed day, as did their Pilgrimfathers, for prayer and thanksgiving. Slowly he read to the end, then saidreverently, God bless the Common-wealth of Massachusetts! The child thrilled with the grandeurand nobility of it, and suddenly his fearand loneliness vanished; somewhereabove the tall spire and leaden sky,beyond those falling flakes, broodeda great, wonderful, calm presence, Onewho could and would watch over andbless the Commonwealth of Massa-chusetts, as well as grandmother,Bijah, and a little, troubled boy. Itwas as if a broad shaft of sunshine hadshone down into the shadowy church,lighting up each dim corner, andglorifying the whole. We had a grand discourse today,said grandmother, as they filed outinto the still falling Tomato Jelly to Serve with Roast Meats. (See page 190) Our Father The sheep upon Thy pastures, weDo feed through lifes short day, nor seeIn Deaths grim face the shepherd old,Who doth but guide us to Thy fold. Like birds that sport in sunlit grove,We live upon Thy care and love,Nor know the gloom Death round us flingsIs but the shadow of Thy wings. —Zitella Cocke. Hitching Along By Kate Gannett Wells |ITCH your wagon to a star,I—I wrote Emerson, the trueA -A Yankee in aptness of speechas he was the true poet of another poet - preacher said,Blessed be drudgery, both men be-lieving that folks might farm and cook,yet find pleasure therein. All the samethe word hitch is quite as suggestiveof merely getting along in uncertainfashion as drudgery is of while of the latter it can, at least,be claimed that average people, drudges,are the ballast of the world, hitchingindicates the us
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