The Strength of the Hills.

Tuapeka Times, Volume XVIII, Issue 1218, 30 January 1886, Page 2 (Supplement)

The Strength of the Hills.

My thoughts go home to that old browr honse, With its low roof sloping down to th* east, And its garden fragrant with roses and thyme That blossom no longer, except in rhyme, Where the honey-bees used to feast. Afar in the west the great hills rose, Silent and steadfast and gloomy and grey: I thought they were giants, and doomed t* keep Their watoh, while the world should wake or sleep, Till the trumpet should sound on thp judgment day. I nsed to wonder of what they dreamed As X they brooded there in their silent; might, While Match winds smdte them, or June rains fell, Or the snows of winter their ghostly spell Wrought in the long fed lonesome night. They remembered a younger world than ours, Before the trees on their top were born, When the old brown house was itself a tree, And waste Were the fields where now you see The winds astir in the tasselled corn. And I was as young as the hills were old, And the world was warm with the breath of spring, And the roses red and the lilaoi whiter Budded and bloomed for my heart's delight And the birds in my heart began to sing But calm in the distance the great hills res?, Deaf unto raptures and deaf unto pain . Sinoe they knew that Joy is the mother of Grief, And remembered a butterfly's life is brief, And the sun sets only to rise again. They will brood, and dream, and be silent, as now, _ When the youngest children alive to-day Have grown to be women and men, grown old, And gone from the world like a tale that is told, And even whoae echo forgets to stay, —Harper's Monthly. STEWED CABKOTS. Scrape, and boil until almost tender. Cat into small dice, and return to the saucepan with two. small onions minced, a little shopped parsley, a cup of milk, pepper, salt, and a big -spoonful of butter. Simmer for 30 minutes, and serve hot. ....