Page 61

 
Wiwonsin Daiiymens Asocialo1 
this little lady was reading I was thinking of a neighbor of mine, 
sn Irishman by the name of O'Brien, whom I found digging a 
ditch, and he gave me a lesson that lasted me for many years 
He ws doing a splendid piece of work, clean cut and true, there 
was the hand of an artist in it. I was filled with admiration, 
Pnd I said, "O'Brien, that is a, ditch fit for a king." He took
off his cap, made me a very polite bow, straightened himself and 
said, "Sir, the O'Briens were kings once." He hadn't forgot- 
ten his lineage, and he still took a kingly pride in his work,- 
whatever he put his hand to, he did it like a king. It is pretty 
nearly time that this holy lesson permeated the hearts of all 
men who have to do with this God-given proposition of agricul- 
ture. So nany man look upon it as a drudgery. I never step 
within the sacred precincts of my farm but what there rises to 
me, as it were, the inspiration that is seen in the springing grass, 
and in the lowing herds, and in all the problems that are there 
unfolded to me, and I feel sometimes as though the contact with 
men is pitiful when 1 can have the contact with the mysteries 
of life. 
Music, Vocal Solo, Miss Elabeth Korra. 
Adjourned till 10 o'clock A. If., next day. 
61