The Portland daily press., 1862-08-04
Letter of Generalization.
CAPE ELIZABETH, Aug. I'd,

CAPE ELIZABETH, Aug. "a, 1867.
Macte rirtute, o, Press. Purpooduck sends
a blessing on the good promise of your useful
life. We were glad to see the Press. We
have had enough of sleepy papers. If you hit
the world in this generation you have got to
take us on the wing. We do not want an En-
cyclopedia of agriculture, and literary criti-
cisms of Mother Goose in these stirring times
We take the Maine Farmer for our agricultur-
al column, and as for the literary criticisms of
Harriet Stow, in our morning papers, we do
not care fiddler's anathema. We want a
fresh, live newspaper, spicy, and racy, that
deals to-day with the things of to-day; that
says the right thing, at the right time, and in
the right place, and is "around again to-mor-
row. That is what the Press has been SO far
There may be others so, but "we don't see it."
There are some "live men" in this latitude
and they like the sentiments of the Press, and
they hope it will lead, and not follow. 1t is
time for boldness in expression of the truth
just now. We have always been little afraid
of this quality down East. You cannot fail to
see how the newspapers "tone down" all the
way from New York to Bangor. There is a
good deal of "secesh' in Maine yet-and we
rejoice that we have in the natural seaport a
journal that has the ability and the will to
make secession smell unholy and rotten. We
hope that you will exhibit this contemplate
treason in such light that it will die for soli-
fairness. We want this war ended. We met
and voted at once an hundred dollars bounty
and more if needed. TWAS not needed. The
quota was filed to overlooking Immediately.
We have Cape Captain, and Cape Lieuten-
ant, and more than our number in rank and
file; and they will fight, and we are going to
take care of that company. Wesend them on
to attend to our interests down South. Let no
one say, then, that the Cape is not up with the
times we live in. If any do not believe it, let
them ask the old farmer that came over here
from the Northern part of this county, to take
up mortgage of $1,000 held against him by
man on the sea-shore who holds many mort
cages. The farmer, it is said had been 'sav-
ing up and, fearing to trust the banks in war
times, had saved it in gold. Week before last
down he lugged the gold, and paid it over,
when the following colloquy ensued
gold, do you, said the lender.
Eyes, certainly" said the farmer. II was
afraid of these pesky banks, and so I've
been saving up the money in yellow boys, for
you this long time.'
"All right" responded the lender, only
thought you didn't take the papers, that is ALL"
stake the poperss No, sir, not l. They
have gone on so since the wars been going on,
that / wouldn't hare one Of them IN the house
"But the moneys all right, isn't it ?"
"Of course, all right; you owe me $1,000,
and here is s20oo-all right; here's your note
and mortgage"
And well might he have called it all right
as the primium on gold that day was % per
cent, and his gold was not only worth the face
of his bond, but $40 BESIDES enough to have
paid for the Maine State Press for himself and
remote posterity, for three hundred years.
But 'he didn't take the papers," The man
who got the gold thinks it pays to take the pa
pers. Yours,
POND COVE.