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A r o u n d t h e O l d A r m C h a i r .<br />
SCOTLAND, BONNIE SCOTLAND,<br />
By Robert Bryden.<br />
Oh Scotland, bonnie Scotland, 'iwas hard from thee to part.<br />
And love of thee has still a niche within my weary heart.<br />
I Imew not that 1 loved thee so, lill borne out lar to sea,<br />
Nor dreamt I that this western world had charms so few for me.<br />
Oh Scotland, lovely Scotland, the land of moor and glen.<br />
The country of the Covenants and godly-hearted men.<br />
Forsaking thy Immunities, to wes tern wilds I've come.<br />
Yet feel my heart, like magnet true, still point to thee as home.<br />
I'm weary of this wilderness, this land of stumps and trees.<br />
The endless uniformity that's marked on all one sees.<br />
There's nothing in the scenery here a poet's soul to charm.<br />
And no heroic memories to nerve a patriot's arm.<br />
There's cleaning to the dust enough, there's grovelling for gain.<br />
And sordid love of earthly things our minds and hearts enchain,<br />
I feel my heart less heavenly, less than it used to be.<br />
And wonder if the cause is in the country or in me,<br />
I cannot see with tearless eye the godlessness of youth.<br />
Nor hear denied with blushless face the claims of heavenly truth.<br />
Without the fear that sad, sad days will settle on the scene.<br />
And those that have their light from God be few and far between,<br />
I relish ill the croaking here of frogs on every hand.<br />
But worse by far the mystic croak of spirits through the land.<br />
The seeds of infidelity I fear are widely sown.<br />
And the mystic beast on Patmos seen to mighty power has grown,<br />
1 cannot see that God is pledged to save from error's chain<br />
A land that ne'er was pledged to Him, nor owned Messiah's reign<br />
And sadly fear that God may yet His sword of vengeance draw<br />
Against the land that boldly frames iniquity by law.<br />
Oh, brave, heroic Scotland, land of the true and good,<br />
Tbe battlefield of liberty, oft wet with patriot blood,<br />
Thou hast a sacred spell for me, 'jond other lands I've trod.<br />
Because thou hast been sanctified by covenant with God,<br />
Yes, Scotland, favored Scotland, to thee a pledge is given.<br />
Proclaimed by martyr's prophet lips, just on the verge of heaven.<br />
Inspiring hope that heavenly grace is still in store for thee.<br />
The covenants, yet. the covenants yet, shall thy reviving be.<br />
Oh, may the lot be mine once more my native land to view.<br />
And share the blest effusion of a copious, heavenly dew,<br />
' When the spirit of the covenants shall temper modern things,<br />
' And teach bewildered nations that Messiah's King of Kings.<br />
' Waterloo, Ontario<br />
ROYER.<br />
RoA-er is a big black Newfoundi.oid<br />
dog, and he told ns the other<br />
day which of four boys stoned him,<br />
"Dog s can't talk." I think I<br />
hear }"ou say. Can't the}- ? The<br />
next time you see a dog watch his<br />
rail and his ears and his caxs, and<br />
I am sure you will know just<br />
what the fellow thinks,<br />
AA'ln-, our little dog Pink runs<br />
out on the porch c\-er)- ni,ght at<br />
train time to watch fir her master,<br />
who comes on the cars. The moment<br />
he is in sight, and long before<br />
I can see him. Pink tells nw<br />
he is coming. How does she do<br />
it? .She wa.gs her bushy white tail<br />
w'-ith all her might and mai-i, r)Ut<br />
7"'ink isn't Rover,<br />
Rover Ii^e= in Xew Jersey, He<br />
i- a vcrv kind dog, and never ruiis<br />
B e a u t y<br />
from a<br />
Society<br />
Point of<br />
View<br />
PEARS' SOAP<br />
THB CHRISTIAN NATION. Vol. 69.<br />
Matchless for the Complexion<br />
at people passing on the road. Hut<br />
unkind boys often stone him, and<br />
he does not f<strong>org</strong>et those who treat<br />
him badly.<br />
His master's house stands near<br />
the public road, and in the front<br />
yard there is a well of pure, cool<br />
water. The kind master keeps a<br />
cup at the well so that thirsty travelers<br />
may help themselves. Rover<br />
generally lies under the front<br />
porch, but he never offers to touch<br />
the tramps who ojme to the well.<br />
I sat on the porch the other day<br />
when four boys came into the yard<br />
to get some water. They were all<br />
strangers. Rover walked out from<br />
under the porch and sat down by<br />
the well, I was afraid he was g"oing<br />
to be rude and bark, but he<br />
seemed to be pleased n ith the visitors,<br />
("lne bo}' drank, then the second<br />
and the third. Rover wagged hi^<br />
lail and look so kindly at them<br />
that I thought: "What a pjlite<br />
dog you are! You treat g'uests as<br />
handsomely as your master,"<br />
Just then the fourth boy put out<br />
his hand to take the cup, when<br />
Rover gave a savage bark, which<br />
frightened the boy so that he<br />
screamed and took t3 his heeL.<br />
Kover followed him some way<br />
down the road, dismissed him with<br />
a parting bark, and then came<br />
slowly home, wagging his tail, as<br />
much as to say: "That's pretty well<br />
done. I think that boy won't hotlr<br />
er me anv more."<br />
I haven't seen the boy since.<br />
Hut he was badly frightened, and<br />
I think he will be very careful how<br />
he stones any other dogs.—The<br />
A"itrscr\.<br />
Natural beauty makes its mark in society<br />
where artificial beauty fails, and society<br />
is right in drawing this distinction.<br />
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by every natural means, and for<br />
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of six generations.<br />
It is used in nearly every Royal Palace<br />
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their Majesties the King and Queen of<br />
England, and the King and Queen of<br />
Spain, and hold a similar Warrant from<br />
the late Queen Victoria. 20 Highest<br />
Awards held.<br />
A 55TH WEDDING ANNIVERSAKY<br />
AT WYMAN, IOWA.<br />
Five years ago, on Oct. 21st, I'M,<br />
the golden wedding of Mr, John Renwick<br />
Cannon and Margaret Chailton<br />
was celebrated in this place (Wyman)<br />
with great festivity.<br />
On Oct. 2lst, 1913, a small company<br />
met at the home of Mr. Cannon, tocommemorate<br />
the 55th anniversary<br />
of the same event.<br />
Mr. Cannon Is a member of one of<br />
the pioneer Covenanter families ia<br />
this part of the state, and is theonly<br />
surviving charter member ot the<br />
R. P. Rehoboth congregation. His<br />
wife is a daughter of Adam Charl'on,<br />
who came to Iowa from Canada, in<br />
1S55, and was for some time a member<br />
of this congregation and later<br />
of that at Washington, Iowa.<br />
Mr, and Mrs. Cannon's family consists<br />
of a daughter and three sons.<br />
Two of the sons are farmers, and<br />
live In the Immediate neighborhood;<br />
the third, a mining engineer, lives in-<br />
Colorado, and was not able to be<br />
present on this occasion. There are<br />
four granddaughters, and three grandsons<br />
living, and the only death in<br />
the family during these 55 years, wasthat<br />
of an Infant granddaughter.<br />
All tbe families are In good circumstances,<br />
and are honorable members<br />
of the community in which tliey<br />
live.<br />
Owing to fhe Infirmities of members<br />
of the family, there was not a<br />
large company present on this occasion,<br />
and it was rather an impromplu<br />
affair.<br />
There were present Mr, and Mrs, J.<br />
C. Cannon, and Afr, and Mrs.<br />
W, R, Cannon, the sons and their<br />
wives; Miss Martha Cannon of Morning<br />
Sun, a sister of Mr, ,L R. Cannon;<br />
five nieces. Miss Juliet Cannon of<br />
Morning Sun, Mrs. David Metheny of<br />
Beaver Palls, Mrs. Prank Brown,<br />
Mrs. Kerr Campbell and Mrs. G. L<br />
Tie with of Morning Sun; Mr, David<br />
Love of Washington, the father of<br />
Mrs. J. c, and Mrs, W. R. Cannon;<br />
Mr. Carson, Mr, j, B, Dodds, Mr. and<br />
Mrs, Knox Dunn, :\Irg. Cowie, a lady<br />
of 90, and her daughter. Mrs, CarrJck,<br />
all members of the congregation.<br />
Rev. T. C. Sproull, at present supplying<br />
the congregation, was also a.<br />
guest.<br />
The day was beautiful and soon<br />
after the noon hour a bountiful and<br />
excellent repast was served by Miss<br />
Eliza Cannon, her sisters-in-law, and<br />
Miss Mary Cowles. Seventeen rersons<br />
sat down at the tahle.<br />
Tbe afternoon was spent in pleasant<br />
conversation interspersed with<br />
music. Mr. Cannon, the host, and Mr,<br />
Sproull entertained with violin music,<br />
and Mr. -Sproull generously responded<br />
to the call for songs by singing,<br />
to his own accompaniment on the<br />
<strong>org</strong>an, several solos. He then induced<br />
the company to sing in chorus,<br />
some of the old-time favorite?.<br />
When the shadows began to lengthen,<br />
by request, Mr, Sproull read ths<br />
90th Psalm, and a't^r an approrriate<br />
prayer, all joined in singing the 133id<br />
Psalm, and the comrany<br />
to their several homes.<br />
dispersed