The Empire County argus., 1854-07-22
Correspondence of the Argus.
JoHYTowN. July 10th, 1854.

Cror Bar IS man Of fee}ing--Ls miner--Hs
0ptT'on of m'1le1S--Sees small stream Of ,Coter--
Addressss hjnlse!fto Black Eye Talks Of po,-
tics, and concludes nth an invocation.
'Tho FAST, it whspcrcth. whispereth ever,
With mournfil cadence in my car,
Of hopes and joys flown forever
OF cherished hours to memory dea.'
In the morning we visit the full blown rose which
has just unfoded its beautiful leaves to the genial
rays of the SUM- the dew sparklcs upon it. we view
it with admiration it reminds US of innocence and
virtue. We visit the lovely rose again at evening
and find it dropping upon its slender stem. This
rose is emblcmatic of chillhood-of life TIE bud
Of infancy begins to open in childhood, not cloud
of sorrow or disappointment fits across the path,
all is bright beautiful and happy. The bud spreads
it. leaves in youth and is full blown in manhood
Vow mark the sunset of life, falling around the
landscape like veil We watch the parting clouds
as they reflect back the varied aspirations Of the
human heart, till sad thoughts arise. that ali cur
hopes will fade and disappear like the brilliant nt@
and coorng Of the sstting in the heavens.
Awhile we gaze, and call them beautiful-anon
they fade and leave no trace. So it is with life.
Reader, have you ever seen young and beauti-
EiO'hNi wan r Nih' thC SSh'iN
of her affections and hopes The scythe of time Of
ten cuts down The tender as we'll as the more ma
tured and aged plants. l have seen the mother
watching in the long yigils Of the night beside her
fading flower. Disease was knawing at the heart
and death watching to seize its prey. have seen
the dying child with its last breath in life kiss that
fond and grief stricken mother,the spirit going up
to heaven on the wings ofangels,- the eless form
only remaining to be consigned to the tomb Crow
Bar has seen all this and can in spirit and in truth
cay
The past, it rhsporeth, whispereh ever,
With mournful cadence in my ear,-
On hill between Kelsey's and Spanish Flat
there is six graves. Six miners sleep there they
were consigned to that final resting place in the
winter of so and 81. One of them in the last strug
gle with the grim messenger, whispered my moth
er,7-his lips moving to repeat the words even in
death--ano;her said carry me home, take me
home and died-another said, Nell come and see
me, come quick. come, come and fell quietly asleep
that sleep that knows no waking Poor boy, his
mother was dead and Nell" wa, his only siste.
Crow Bar wrote letter to Nel--shc now lives on
the banks of the Ohio and am told often remen-
bers the Gold miner in her prayers.
MIR Argus am a Miner myself,-you people
who dwell in towns know nothing of the miners
life, his SORROWS and disappointments. You are not
aware of the amount Of his anxious and often un-
requited toll No, your miserable humbugging
sheets libellously called newspapers, have ruined
thousands of miners, by the publication Of unmiti-
gated falsehoods. The newly arrived gold seeker
tl,c
California press in mining intelligence, believes the
statements he reads, and is mslead thereby In
following up the miserable lies misery and disap-
pointmcnt is cntailed. AmonS the miners in our
State you will find many Of the best men that ever
breathed the breath of life, men who have braved
every form Of deprivation, men who have stared
pinching want in the face, and laughed danger to
scorn. These men now with strong arm and per-
seyerng spirit, wash down the hills and tunnel the
mountains. The miners the men who build
your towns and but Cor them the wind would whlS
tie through the untcnanted palaces of your cities.
Miners are sometimes in the pursuit Of their dai-
" toll killed by falling rocks. You announce the
occurrence as one Of ordinary Importance, bat re-
member Mr.. Argus, that when a miner dies, there
is one sovereign the less in this world when 4 ni-
ner dies then there is less of the lamps of hon
est industry burning. Yes sir, the life of one hardy
industrious miner is worth more to community and
the world, than the worthless lives Of score Of po-
iitica hacks, who only eat out the vtas OF commu-
nifty, and when they are destroyed prey on each
other. If ever your columns are dressed IN mourn
ing it should be when you chronicle the death OF e
miner. Treat not lightly the flannel shirt the mi
ner who wears it has got hearS big as creation
Come up to .Iohntown, ! Will show you some OF
the best men YOU ever saw, ali at work, will show
you Garden Valley and how the Georgians turn
over the earth You can learn more about mining
here in fifteen minutes than all the scribbers know
or have learned since the discovery of the country
Mr.. Argus did you pause to listen to the spirit
harps' of the blue crystal streamets Of our noun
tains where the sunbeam nestles lovingly on the
bosom Of purty-listen to the ripping wavelets
running over pebbles and golden sands, blending
their soft music with the fountains lullaby See
the gushing waterfall Each sunbeam rejecting
golden string Of music. Alas; Crow Bar stands
beneath broken archway, where lies scattered
around him. the blossoms and buds OF the spring
time of life The BLACK Eyed girl met on the
bridge years ago is far away over the sea- and
away from the sunny scenes of our chlldhood.--
"Of hopes and joys now flown forever
OF cherished hours to memory doar.