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SCOTLAND, BONNIE SCOTLAND,
By Robert Bryden.
Oh Scotland, bonnie Scotland, 'iwas hard from thee to part.
And love of thee has still a niche within my weary heart.
I Imew not that 1 loved thee so, lill borne out lar to sea,
Nor dreamt I that this western world had charms so few for me.
Oh Scotland, lovely Scotland, the land of moor and glen.
The country of the Covenants and godly-hearted men.
Forsaking thy Immunities, to wes tern wilds I've come.
Yet feel my heart, like magnet true, still point to thee as home.
I'm weary of this wilderness, this land of stumps and trees.
The endless uniformity that's marked on all one sees.
There's nothing in the scenery here a poet's soul to charm.
And no heroic memories to nerve a patriot's arm.
There's cleaning to the dust enough, there's grovelling for gain.
And sordid love of earthly things our minds and hearts enchain,
I feel my heart less heavenly, less than it used to be.
And wonder if the cause is in the country or in me,
I cannot see with tearless eye the godlessness of youth.
Nor hear denied with blushless face the claims of heavenly truth.
Without the fear that sad, sad days will settle on the scene.
And those that have their light from God be few and far between,
I relish ill the croaking here of frogs on every hand.
But worse by far the mystic croak of spirits through the land.
The seeds of infidelity I fear are widely sown.
And the mystic beast on Patmos seen to mighty power has grown,
1 cannot see that God is pledged to save from error's chain
A land that ne'er was pledged to Him, nor owned Messiah's reign
And sadly fear that God may yet His sword of vengeance draw
Against the land that boldly frames iniquity by law.
Oh, brave, heroic Scotland, land of the true and good,
Tbe battlefield of liberty, oft wet with patriot blood,
Thou hast a sacred spell for me, 'jond other lands I've trod.
Because thou hast been sanctified by covenant with God,
Yes, Scotland, favored Scotland, to thee a pledge is given.
Proclaimed by martyr's prophet lips, just on the verge of heaven.
Inspiring hope that heavenly grace is still in store for thee.
The covenants, yet. the covenants yet, shall thy reviving be.
Oh, may the lot be mine once more my native land to view.
And share the blest effusion of a copious, heavenly dew,
' When the spirit of the covenants shall temper modern things,
' And teach bewildered nations that Messiah's King of Kings.
' Waterloo, Ontario
ROYER.
RoA-er is a big black Newfoundi.oid
dog, and he told ns the other
day which of four boys stoned him,
"Dog s can't talk." I think I
hear }"ou say. Can't the}- ? The
next time you see a dog watch his
rail and his ears and his caxs, and
I am sure you will know just
what the fellow thinks,
AA'ln-, our little dog Pink runs
out on the porch c\-er)- ni,ght at
train time to watch fir her master,
who comes on the cars. The moment
he is in sight, and long before
I can see him. Pink tells nw
he is coming. How does she do
it? .She wa.gs her bushy white tail
w'-ith all her might and mai-i, r)Ut
7"'ink isn't Rover,
Rover Ii^e= in Xew Jersey, He
i- a vcrv kind dog, and never ruiis
B e a u t y
from a
Society
Point of
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PEARS' SOAP
THB CHRISTIAN NATION. Vol. 69.
Matchless for the Complexion
at people passing on the road. Hut
unkind boys often stone him, and
he does not forget those who treat
him badly.
His master's house stands near
the public road, and in the front
yard there is a well of pure, cool
water. The kind master keeps a
cup at the well so that thirsty travelers
may help themselves. Rover
generally lies under the front
porch, but he never offers to touch
the tramps who ojme to the well.
I sat on the porch the other day
when four boys came into the yard
to get some water. They were all
strangers. Rover walked out from
under the porch and sat down by
the well, I was afraid he was g"oing
to be rude and bark, but he
seemed to be pleased n ith the visitors,
("lne bo}' drank, then the second
and the third. Rover wagged hi^
lail and look so kindly at them
that I thought: "What a pjlite
dog you are! You treat g'uests as
handsomely as your master,"
Just then the fourth boy put out
his hand to take the cup, when
Rover gave a savage bark, which
frightened the boy so that he
screamed and took t3 his heeL.
Kover followed him some way
down the road, dismissed him with
a parting bark, and then came
slowly home, wagging his tail, as
much as to say: "That's pretty well
done. I think that boy won't hotlr
er me anv more."
I haven't seen the boy since.
Hut he was badly frightened, and
I think he will be very careful how
he stones any other dogs.—The
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A 55TH WEDDING ANNIVERSAKY
AT WYMAN, IOWA.
Five years ago, on Oct. 21st, I'M,
the golden wedding of Mr, John Renwick
Cannon and Margaret Chailton
was celebrated in this place (Wyman)
with great festivity.
On Oct. 2lst, 1913, a small company
met at the home of Mr. Cannon, tocommemorate
the 55th anniversary
of the same event.
Mr. Cannon Is a member of one of
the pioneer Covenanter families ia
this part of the state, and is theonly
surviving charter member ot the
R. P. Rehoboth congregation. His
wife is a daughter of Adam Charl'on,
who came to Iowa from Canada, in
1S55, and was for some time a member
of this congregation and later
of that at Washington, Iowa.
Mr, and Mrs. Cannon's family consists
of a daughter and three sons.
Two of the sons are farmers, and
live In the Immediate neighborhood;
the third, a mining engineer, lives in-
Colorado, and was not able to be
present on this occasion. There are
four granddaughters, and three grandsons
living, and the only death in
the family during these 55 years, wasthat
of an Infant granddaughter.
All tbe families are In good circumstances,
and are honorable members
of the community in which tliey
live.
Owing to fhe Infirmities of members
of the family, there was not a
large company present on this occasion,
and it was rather an impromplu
affair.
There were present Mr, and Mrs, J.
C. Cannon, and Afr, and Mrs.
W, R, Cannon, the sons and their
wives; Miss Martha Cannon of Morning
Sun, a sister of Mr, ,L R. Cannon;
five nieces. Miss Juliet Cannon of
Morning Sun, Mrs. David Metheny of
Beaver Palls, Mrs. Prank Brown,
Mrs. Kerr Campbell and Mrs. G. L
Tie with of Morning Sun; Mr, David
Love of Washington, the father of
Mrs. J. c, and Mrs, W. R. Cannon;
Mr. Carson, Mr, j, B, Dodds, Mr. and
Mrs, Knox Dunn, :\Irg. Cowie, a lady
of 90, and her daughter. Mrs, CarrJck,
all members of the congregation.
Rev. T. C. Sproull, at present supplying
the congregation, was also a.
guest.
The day was beautiful and soon
after the noon hour a bountiful and
excellent repast was served by Miss
Eliza Cannon, her sisters-in-law, and
Miss Mary Cowles. Seventeen rersons
sat down at the tahle.
Tbe afternoon was spent in pleasant
conversation interspersed with
music. Mr. Cannon, the host, and Mr,
Sproull entertained with violin music,
and Mr. -Sproull generously responded
to the call for songs by singing,
to his own accompaniment on the
organ, several solos. He then induced
the company to sing in chorus,
some of the old-time favorite?.
When the shadows began to lengthen,
by request, Mr, Sproull read ths
90th Psalm, and a't^r an approrriate
prayer, all joined in singing the 133id
Psalm, and the comrany
to their several homes.
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