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Thursday; February 11, 1932
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FAY()ITE HYMNS ;?
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Stn of my soul, Thou Saviour dear.
It not night if thoube near;'
Oh! may no earth -born cloud arise
To hide Thee from Thy servant's
eyes l
When the soft dews of kindly sleep,
My wearied eyelids gently steep,
Be my last thought, how sweet to
rest
Fer ever on my Saviour's breast!
Abide with me from morn till eve,
For without Thee I cannot live!
Abide with me when night is nigh,
• For without Thee I dare not diel'
Thou kraner of the light and dark,
Steer through the tempest Thine own
ark!
Amid the howling wintry sea
'We are in port if we have Thee.
If some poor wandering child of
Thine
Have sprun'd, today the voice divine,
Now Lord, the gracious work begin;
Lethim no more lie down in sin'
Watch by the sick, enrich the poor
With blessings front Thy boundless
store!
Be every mourner's sleep tonight
Like infant's slumbers, pure and
light!
Corrie near and bless us when we
wake,
Ere through the world our way we
take;
Till in the ocean of Thy love
We lose ourselves in heaven above.
Moody, the great evangelist, on
one occasion truly said, "To,., com-
pose a hymn that will live is the
work of inspiration." The Rev. John
1C.eble possessed that inspiration. He
was a true poet. An intense lova of
nature inspired his imagery, and his
lyre was always tuned to a spiritual
interpretation of what he heard in
the running brook; what he beheld in
the "soft dews" of the hills, and in
the glory of the rising sun.
His memory is preserved at .Ox-
ford by Keble College, founded after
his death by friends and admirers.
His "Christian ' Year" volume of
poems for every Sunday and holy
day in the year, is his best memorial,
however, over a million copies of it
having been sold, and new editions.
are still frequently necessary.
To him we owe also "New every
morning is the love," "When of old
came down from heaven," "The voice
that breathed o'er Eden," "Lord in
Thy name Thy servants plead,"
"Bless'd- are the . pure in heart,"
"There is a book who runs may
h
read,"and many other finehymns
y s
almost as well-known. We are told
that upwards of a hundred of them
are in common use in the churches.
The life of Keble was as beautiful
as his writing, and to those who are
familiar with the English literature
The son of a clergyman living at
laairford, near VVinth:stet, Eng., vi-
chrr of Coln, he ,and his brother,
Thomas, were never sent to school,
but were educated by their 'highly tal-
ented father, At Oxford, John Keble
w -on, the highest possible honors, be-
ing the second to win a .Double First
(a first class standing in elassics
and. mathematics),' his only prede-
ceasor in that position being �' 'Sir.
!Robert Peel, At nineteen he became
a Fellow of Oriel, which entitled him
to an annual income until he hilar-
riled, ancl, in the same year, 1811, he
won the university prizes for both
English and . Latin essays. He was
ordained to the sacred ministry in
1815, and took up parochiai work in
certain small hamlets while still .re-
siding at Oxford and acting as tutor.
At the death of his mother, eight
ears later, he went to be with his
father and to help him in his work.
He was offered several appointments
but refused to leave his bereaved and
weakened parent. He wrote a great
deal during those , years; and at his
father's entreaty published his great
collection of Christian poetry, writ-
ten for the comfort and instruction
of the people among whom he min
isterecl, under the title of "The Chris-
tian Year," It is from this book that
the morning and evening and many
of his other ,hymns. were taken.
in 1S31 Keble was elected Profes-
sor of Poetry at Oxford; he had been
elected Provost of Oriel College
three years previously. The moment -
mats Tractarian movement to which
we owe many of our finest hymns
was started, according to Cardinal
Newman, one. of its leading partici-
pants, by Keble's famous Assize ser-
mon at Oxford in 1833. For some
years he was in the forefront of the
moventent, writing four of the tracts
himself, and with Dr. Prisey, anoth-
er of the Tractarians, and Newman
editiing a great work in many vol-
umes, entitled "The Library of the
Fathers," intrended to :bring all the
writings of early Christian teachers
before scholars and others in the
same manner as numerous editors
had handed down the works of the
ancient classical Greek and Latin au-
thors.
He married in 1835, his, marriage
being a very happy one. Husband
and wife passed into the other life,
within six weeks of each other, in
1866, and both lie side by side in the
churchyard of his parish of Hursley,
where he bad •labored lovingly and
ettccessfully for thirty years.
In 1835, within eight years of its
publication in The Christian Year,
"Sun of my Soul," in three .stanzas,
appeared in a church hymnbook, and
since 1850, there have been few, if
any, hymnals printed in our language
which have not contained it in long-
er or .shorter form, Beautiful as it
is a
s ahymn, Keb1 e s poem is some-
what mutilated by beginning at its
third verse. Practically, and perhaps,
logically, it needs the opening stan-
zas;
Tis gone, that bright and ' orbed
of the last century that is a greatblaze,
l
claim to advance. His edition of the Fast fading from our wistful gaze;
works of. Richard Hooper, his "Life Yon mantling gaze has hid from
of Bishop Wilson," the irtunortal sight
The last faint pulse of quivering
light.
In darkness and in weariness •
'1 lie traveller on his way must press,
"Christian year," the "Lyra Inno-
centiunt," and other prose and poet-
ical works ,ranked him among the
greatest geniuses of his age, and for.
beauty of diction he has never been
neo.. •s.,..,a a:• 1!
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No gleam. to watch on tree or tower,
Whiling` away the lonesor€ie hour,
For many years it began in many
hyinri.als with "When the soft dew s,"
our second verse, and in others -with
'Abide with inc from morn till eve.'
The tune Flut'sley with Which h
has been associated for many- year's,
is by no mans a model of beauty,
•.]thou h ••h it has clone splendid service,
1
:,d carries the words well. It came -
to us from a German tune book,and
vas harrnonized and altered 'ome-
what by British musicians. Some•
sixty or seventy years ago, the last
line was repeated as a: refrain, a eus-
tom not unusual at that time, as eld-
erly people will remember. It has en-
dured so long, probably because
from its easiness it has been famil-
iar to a majority of English-speaking
Christians from their very earliest
childhood and probably it will retails
its hold upon the affections of the
multitude for a long time to conte.
SLAT'S DIARY
By Ross Farquhar,
Friday—Blisters and me was envit-
ed over to Janes house tonite to play
annagrarns and
about 10 a clock
why Janes pa got.
up and went down
to the Furnice and.
rattled a round a
wile and then lie
Wound the Clock
and then he turn-
ed out
urned.out the lite and
let oil like he thot
we was gone. and
finely` .Blisters and.
me got sore and
went home. I
wander whut he
thot of that.
Saterday — Ant
Emmy Sr. ma went down to see ole
Mrs Crust witch has lived by her
self all alone for a grate menny yrs.
Ant Emmy •sed if it wassent for her
two Gold ,fish she surely wood get
offlylonesum she Xpecks.
Sunday—Ma made me take a Xtry
bath this morning • before I went to
Sunday skool. she found the touel I
used last nite and she sed it wassent
dusty enuff for me to of tuk a real.
good Bath. Wirnen is to suspishus I
think.
Munday—Ma enformed pa today
that she had boughten a new cote at
a very very grate bargen and pa sed
gee wizz where am I going to get
the money to pay for it and ma sed
Well I aint no fourtune teller.
Teusday—Pa pulled a boner. tonite
when Mrs. Kitty Blend was here. she
sed her dauter got her singing voice
front her and pa without thinking
very deep sed Well that shud ought
to be kwite a releaf, Ma looked at
'rim and her eyes axually shuddered.
• Wensclay—Mr Gi=Ilem had his poc-
kets picked tonite wile him and Mrs.
Gillem was up at the city to a show.
lee sed he felt sum 1 reach, in his
pocket but he thot that it was his
wife and dident do nothing about it.
Thirsday—Ant Emmy says its all
rite fer gentle.min to Prefer' blonds
if they wood oney make up there
mind before they go a lied and marry
a brunnett or sum thing.
Little Jack: "Are you the inan who
gave the kitty to my little sister 'las'
week?"
Big-hearted 'Joe: "Yes, my little
man," .
Little Jack: "Well, ma says to
conte oVer and take them all back"
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Pickpocket h
; By ROSE BENTLEY >te
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�{`L1!)ANt3It saw' the broken ehain'of
•'4 her bag .dote .ing from the pocket
of a smartly tailnrod green topcoat.
Buttoned inside the topcoat was a
tall man, who seemed in a hurry.
She did not cry out—that was not
the Bradley~ way. She simply left the
crowded car and` followed the ratan Irl
the green coat. Eleanor's quirk, pat-
tering feet stopped short as the man
suddenly paused under a lamppost
and whirled about. His 'right 'rand
thrust into his pocket es if in search
of a weapon, and then remained there.
His other hand awkwardly went up to
rc wive his bat at sight of the girl lin-
gering timidly near by.
"What have I got to do with. it?"
"You should be ashamed of your-
self!" she cried in sudden indigna-
tion. "You know it is in your coat
pocket this very moment."'
• Then his right hand came nut of
his pocket and with It tame Eleanor's
pretty beaded bag with the cut and
broken chain dangling, His face was
a study in angry astonishment. She
saw that his gray eyes flashed life
steel as he faced her. ,
"I don't know who you are,. mad-
am," he said slowly, '"but from what
you say you seem to be the owner
of this bag. Have you formed any
idea of how it came to be in my pock-,
et?„ •
Eleanor laughed sarcastically. 'The
car was crowded," she murmured rem-
lniscently, "and it was easy for any-
one—who wanted- to—a pickpocket, I
mean—to ent the handle of the hag
anti put it into the side pocket of his
overcoat, And when the owner diseov.
erect the loss of the bag, the car was
stopping and , stte saw a man in a
green overcoat alighting, and slice saw
the handle of her bag hanging from
his pocket—that is all."
•"That is only the beginning," he
laughed shortly, "for I diad not knew
the bag was in my pocket until I
heard footsteps behind me and turned
to see who it was—putting my hared
into my pocket as did so—and voila!
The bag!" He • put it in her out-
stretched hand with a little how. "I
hope you will believe me."
"Thank you," murmured Eleanor,
longing to flee and very much, afraid
'to in the presence of this cool young
criminal.
He stood aside so that she could
pass on. They were near; the corner,
and just around the corner was the
pretty row of bungalowswhere her
brother lived. If she could only reach
there in safety. •
"I am afraid you did not believe
my story, after all."
"It was a very—a very nice story,
indeed,"'she assured him. as she hur-
ried away. She did not go far. Be-
fore she reached the corner there was
the sound of running feet.
The man in the green overcoat was
still. standing ander the lamppost, and
coming swiftly upon him froth the
rear was another man, also in an
overcoat that looked green. There
was something in his outstretched
hand that he pointed at the'firat man,
as he cried hoarsely:
"Give up that bag, see?"
"What bag?" asked the first youth.
"The dinky handbag=it's minx:.—it
wasn't meant fog, you—no foolin'."
The hand that held the! weapon de-
scended upon the head of the vic-
tim.
Eleanor remembered that there was
a police whistle in the. pretty bag in
her hand, and she blew it shrilly.
The man bending over the pros-
trate form uttered an oath and dashed
across the street and straight into the
arzns of a policeman, who carried hire
away to -jail. Eleanor told her story
in a shaky tone, hut she did not rnen-
tion the matter of the beaded bag,
and the prisoner was haled into mart
on a charge of trssault.
The police whistle had snminont'd
ail the residents of Green terrnoe, ttatd
among the 'foment's!: ens I,.l&"anor's
broth or. • He went ultra the crowd gnili
erect about tits unknown man. Ile
helped bring him to eonscicrusnoss, and
when, he was once more on his feet,
the man in the green overcoat sud-
denly grippod john Bradley's adle y's arm.
"1Trllo, john Bradley! 'I was on my
way to see yen!"
!"
"The dickens yon were—is it Roger
Lewis? Here, Nellie.. this is Captain
Lewis. You remember how ho saved
my life in France? Nellie is my 018-
'r-1' Doctor John hustled his belat-
ed and damaged guest toward home,
and Eleanor hovered demurely near
by. Her thoughts were chaotic. That
heroic friend of John's—and she hod
insulted him—called hien a pick-
pocket !
In the living room Eleanor told her
story, and Captain Lewis grinned
foolishly as he described his feelings
upon finding the. strange bag, in his
pocket. Later in :the evening he mur-
mured to Eleanor, "What do yon think
cf my story, MJss Bradley?"'
"I still think it was a very good
story --a trite story, after a11.
"Some day—but never mind -that le
ttnnther story,;' he tnuttered, and it
was another, story indeed --the sweet,
test story' ever told---d`"nd she believed
that, tool.
. . Try :Its. a„yd Sept
"I tion't see why having your carr
avcrihauled should be such •a depress-
ing experience."
"You dont, eh? Well, ft was over.
hauled by a motor eycle eon."
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Complex mp l G P J
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of Night Ride
By C. E. M'CORMACK
9FdFXd4.** X*$at* FiF9hdF')F* •xe fe-.} -e
1THill night was :cold bleak, a• dark, "Ugh! what a beastly ni-t
to start on . a long journey," .. o:a'
traveler, "but it cannot be postpone
Tlie business in hand will brume r,
delay."
He shivered in his fur coat as i t
'high wind sent Wm scudding alone;
a rapid pace to the railway slatri=,
' a miserable little place, as cold tv
cheerless as the night. One passe nee
a pretty, young woman, sat on n ale
idatedbench and looked about tier '
fear and trepidation, as though e
feared some monster would lamas
upon her and devour her. Appellee' •
she had never traveled alone intro.,
When the traveler came. in, her I'n'•
brightened up for, a momeni
looked fearful again. Ele wate•hod" le
furtively. "What broleght her not ,
such a night," he muttered.
In about ten minutes the train pal'
into the station and both traveler, -
on and went into the same ear. T
woman sat in front of the man
gazed at her for a moment, then fore
all about her, so absorbed was he '
thinking of "the, husinens in hon'
Presently, however, he became ;W..
fully conscious that something wt:
wrong when he heard a half stifled ori
and looking at the woman„'saw th•rr
she was sobbing,
He hesitated to speak to her. thin`
ing she might resent what she r•o•
sidered impudent Interference, As 1!
sat pondering the matter. wonderer
what to do, the train suddenly stoner
with a great, jolt and the woman. a1”
frightecl, jumped up and screamed
"There! I knew it would? !tepee,
We've . jumped the tract.-!" And s!,,
continued to scream and scream.
The few outer passengers in t'••
car mostly men, looked at her and o€^
of them laughed,
"Stop that laughing," c'<tinman'l=-''
another one, jumping up, "or I'll been'
every bone in your body."
"Oh, you will, will you?" snarled il=
laughing one. "Well, come on. ju"'
you try." •
During this melee the woman ken'
screaming, "O. I knew it would he,
pen. I knew it. Why did they ensue
upon my taking this journey?"
The traveler, hoping to quell ivhe»
promised to be • a riot, cried out,
lence, gentlemen. I beg of you, unt"
we find out what is the matter w'•'•
this' lady."
"Mind your own business,". titre
shouted, "the lady, doubtless, is mew
ble of minding Iters. And, anyway. !i'
she wanted to scream she had a pre
feet right to. since the train stopped
where it shouldn't."
And they continued to argue. The
battle of words was distracting. "Tie":
noise must be stopped." cried the trav
eler. At that moment *',^ bights wear
out. This had the e• "v effect rr,
what he expected. TI..• lady stopped
screaming and the men stopped talk-
ing. .,
After a few moments of intens.
silence the lights flashed on again nett
the train started. The traveler looked
at• the lady. Now she was composed
and tranquil. The men likewise.
"What a curious psychological prob-
lem has •presented itself for my ob-
servation tonight," was the thought
that flashed through his mind.
For the motnent this problem drove
all thought of his business out of his
mind, and in trying to solve it he sat
deep in, thought, Then, "Eureka! I
have it. The lady, no doubt. has boon.
reading something that made so deep
an impression on her mind that It
hecam0 almost an obsession causing
her much mental anxiety. The thought
of the nossible danger if the trnin diel
jump the track assumed such gigant•t '
proportions in her mind that all other
matter was relegated ,to second plat,=
So, natnrally, when she was obliged
to Set out mune on a journey site im-
mediately .began to conjure un 111
anrts of dire happenings. 'Phut was
why she cried. And when the 'train
stopped suddenly with a jolt; rlii<h
t8 a common occurrence when tt e : =�1-
nig. her mend wits so overwrought she
immediately. imagined the worst and
began to scream. hilt when: the tights
went nut, which was an oi'cu'Cnc,,
that might. justifiably, have caused
fe trifid foreltndin s she became raim
again. When the te=al reuse for mental
anxiety presented ittalf, the unreal
n •r e
cause hnramP apret t ont n i once, and
she saw how foolish she had been.
At this moment the lady waS mak-
ing
o tking desperate efforts- to control her
mirth, But to no avail. After•a short
struggle it lead its wary and a merry.
laugh rang out in ,.which everybody
joined. Whereupon she said, "Fellow
passengers, I owe you an apology for
<''ausing s0 much disturbance.. T 11111
11.1 (1 it bad ee unfortunate or lasting
effect. Put I with, to sound this (10f"
of warning. Don't ever read a book
like this," and she held it up, ."before
starting en a long journey. Ii' you are
sensitive it may have the same effect
en you that .it hard on me, It Is re-
sponsible for wheat might have been
a great misfortune, but, happily,
turned out all right."
All the passengers erowded around
her to see the hook. It was entitled
•'"rhe Railroad Wreck." Again the car
resounded with hearty laughter.
And now comes the most interesting'
tutrt of this story. As result of that
(glance eneoueter the lady and the
traveler, Matthew Blake, 1llsq., came to
tate wise conetttsion that this 'world
would be dreary old place to live in
if they did not share one another's
joys and sorrows,
Hints For Homebodies
Written for The Advance -Times
By
Jesie Alen Brown
The, Tale of a. Stew
This is a very humble tale,- Just
about an ordinary every -clay stew.
Merely to 'show that you can have
goodmeals at a low,price. This par-
ticular stew :weighed around three
pounds and cost 39 cents. Now, if
you want to have a good' stew to-
morrow, you must cook it to -day,
That may sound Irish—oh, well! So
is the stew, Seriously rt,hougb, ,stew
is very much better the next day*nd
should not be eaten the day it'(is
cooked. We cooked the stew at a
low temperature for several hours
until the meat was so tender it was
nearly .falling to pieces. Then the
next day for dinner we cooked it for
a little while and just 12 minutes be-
fore serving we added Dumplings.
Dumplings
cups flour
3 teaspoons baking powder
teaspoon salt
Sift these and add sufficient milk
to make a soft dough, much softer
than a biscuit dough. Drop by table-
spoons into the boiling liquid. The
following things should be remem-
bered and you will have dumplings
as Eight as a proverbial feather.
1. Have your stew boiling and keep
it boiling.
2. Cover the kettle closely and do
not remove it while cooking,
8. Very important, Place your
dumplings on solid pieces, either
meat or. vegetable. Do not put them
into theliquid.
After the dumplings are cooked
and taken out, give the stew a vig-;
Iorotis stirring to break up the pieces
of meat (if you like it that way) and
thicken with flour mixed to a smooth.
paste with water. Cook long enough
after it has thickened to take away
the starchy taste of the flour.
Meat Pie
The next day we made Meat Pie
with the rest of the stew which was
left after the first day's dinner. You
may make the paste of either biscuit
dough or pastry. The chief thing to
remember in making meat pie suc-
cessfully is to have the meat cold.
Pastry on hot meat is ruined.
Cornish Pasties -
There was still some meat left, so
we made some • pasties for supper,
and I am telling you the. family liked
them, These were made from biscuit
dough rolled fairly thin, slightly
thicker than pastry, and march thin-
ner than biscuits. The dough was
cut into squares and ,a spoottful of
meat placed on each square to, one
side of the halving line, The .dough:: i.
was folded over and the edges pinch
ettogether all
1 d bake in a hot oven. •
These were served with Tomato
Sauce,
Tomato Sauce
1 Cup strained tomatoes
2 tablespoons flour
1 tablespoon butter
Add s teaspoon minced onion or
onion juice to tomato and heat. Mix
flour with sufficient water to make
a smooth paste, Add the hot tomato
juice to this, stirring it slowly, Cook
until thick and 'then cook two min -
tiles longer. Add the butter and
season with salt, pepper and sugar.
Tomatoes vary so much that it is
difficult to, give the exact amounts of
seasoning required.
Pre -War Prices
Meat costs should be reckoned by
portions to get an accurate cost. For
instance, that stewing meat served 5
People for three meals, that is 15
portions and cost 89 cents or 2 and
315 cents a portion. When we first
started keeping house, shortly before
the war, I reckoned, on the cheaper
cuts costing from 2 to 3 cents a por-
tion and the steaks and chops from
5 to 6 cents a portion which is what
they are costing about now.
The moral of this tale is that you
can have attractive meat dishes at
slight ,cost, providing you are ready
to do a bit of work and fussing with
them. 1 can safely say that these
three particular meals were the
cheapest and most attractive meals
we had that week.
German Coffee Cake
I have been asked for a recipe for
Coffee "Cake. Many people make it
by using the bread dough and adding
eggs, melted butter and sugar. The
following recipe is rather expensive
but it makes a very delicious coffee
cake.
1 pint milk
3 yeast cakes
cup butter
cup sugar
6' eggs
1 teaspoon salt
10 (7 cups) bread flour
Make sponge, then cream butter
and sugar, add well -beaten eggs and
salt, and beat into sponge. Add flour
and knead.. Put in pan and let rise
in a warns place. When bulk is
doubled, sprinkle with a mixture of
sugar and cinnamon and bake in a
hot oven.
It is a woman's business .rho get
narri•ed as soon as possible, and a
man's to keep unmarried as long as
he can, George Bernard Shaw.
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