Daily Davenport gazette. [volume] (Davenport, Iowa) 1854-1855, 1855-01-01
Correspondence Of the Daily Gasstss.
Iowa CRY, Dec. u, 1854.

IOWA CITy, Oec. 81, 1904.
Friend SANDERS:
This pleasant young city
that few days since was eniivened by the
elastic tread and lofty bearing of many q
self-conceitcd Chatham, gallant Son Of
Mars and modern Hemans, is now almost AZ
place that once was. "The maid is not
dead but sleepsth."
On Monday next the walls Of her State
House will again ring with the sound of tie
voice Of some aspiring Burke, or the tap Of
the speakers hammer, like the club of Her.
cules, s.lencing at one stroke the hydra
headed monster. noise and confusion"
Christmas has come and gone with but
little or no excitement. True. a splendid
ball came off, so It's said, on Christmas
night, when some 20 couples spun upon the
slight fantastic toe" till three in the morn
ing; few guns were heard cat eve and at
early morn" together with the explosion Of
sundry lunches of crackers let off by the
patriotic little urchins of the place, around a
bonfire Of tar barrels in one corner Of the
State House yard, which constituted the
chief amusements of the sacred day and
night No sermon, as can learn, was
preached in the city on Christmas day unless
il were in the Catholic Church. What
think you ofthis, my Protestan. friends
The weather still remains delightful
The roads are fine as in midsummer, with
out the annoyance of dust. A short ride up
Iowa river to-day convinces me that few
places are surrounded with more rural
beauty than Iowa City. This beautiful,
little, silver stream, with its pure white
sand and pebbly bed and shores, its graceful
curves, it's thickly wooded flats and miniature
cliff. and gently swelling hills. justly enti-
tie it to rank with the "Blue uoselle," OF
which we sing. When | stand upon the
banks Of this fit subject Of the poets pen,
nv mind is hurried back and naturally en-
auires. who were the owners of so rich an
but twenty years ago! Yes,
who and what were they, and where are
they now. Methinks see them leave their
homes. the -squaw and the warrior, few /
though fearless still. The embers have
gone out on their hearths, no more the
smoke is seen TO curl round their humble /
wigwam A steady step and slow, marks
their movement. They know that the pale
40 is a, THAR haeks hut heed lessiy they f
Journey on. A brief glance upon the
graves of their fathers" "a long, lingering
look and their villages have faded in the /
distance. Their trail is onward, and the
fatal stream is passed without murmur.
The tiger strife on these beautiful banks
has ceased forever The smoke is curling
gracefully to heaven from the calumet OF
peace proclaiming their destiny. BY law
Of their nature that destiny is slow but sure
extinction Their footsteps will be heard
no more in our land. Our deepest, highest
sympathy attends them, and when the last
wave of time shall roll over them forever, !
our earnest prayer is, that all their hopes Of
happines. in future world may be realized,
and that the Great Spirit will receive and
welcome them at the last day to a hunting
ground where intrusion on their ights shall
never more be known. h.
swhy, sir, we think 1t was perfectly right. It's .
Cathoi Institution none but Catholics shoud eb-
serve it-Ep.