BETTERS. (By "Alesa.”) There arc three distinct varieties of letters—•‘business letters, love letters, and friendly letters. The business variety may safely be left to take care o. itself. About love letters this much may be said : Those who write and read them won't talk about them, and those who neither write nor read them cannot be expected to know anything about them. They are, or should be, too precious for general discussion. From what T know of the young colonial, he will never write one so long as he can do his lovemaking in person. About friendly letters a great deal could be said. White-winged messengers. they come to us bearing messages from over the sea —from the remote bush settlement or from the busy town. A letter is a tiny thing to send out on a journey of hundreds of miles, yet letters are seldom lost. Friends separated by miles of sea and land can keep in touch with each other by interchanging letters. What is more welcome to a wanderer than a letter from home ? Scattered members of a family can be prevented from drifting asunder if one or two of them are real letterwriters. A real letter is something quite different from the stiff, formal’ doty note that so often takes its place. We all dearly love to get a letter—we are seldom enthusiastic about writing one.. The 'ability to write a charming, interesting letter is not at all universal. One might quote imposing rows of figTures' about letters and mails only that no one would trouble to read them. A few ha-sty words scribbled o-n a post card lazily takes the place of the good old letter in the strenuous times. The man with the mail-bag runs many risks in the far back country. The" delivery of letters in town is an easy matter ; it is in trying to reach out-of-the-way places that dangers and diliculties are met with. More than one hardy mail-man has lost his life in forest lire or river
flood. Many ingenious plans are hit upon to ensure delivery of letteis. A French rural postman finding that he could not walk his rounds quickly enough, procured a long pair of stilts and so solved the speed problem. The American postman, riding across the lonely prairie, leaves letters to he called for in boxes fixed to posts placed at intervals along the trail. Those prairie letter-boxes bear silent, but eloquent testimony, to the human need of friendly intercourse, even though it comes in the form of letters.
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Essayist., Southern Cross, Volume 15, Issue 15, 27 July 1907
Essayist. Southern Cross, Volume 15, Issue 15, 27 July 1907
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