Prescott journal. [volume] (Prescott, Wis.) 1861-1871, 1868-07-31

I've heard them all at Lust thousand
times.
see him now-his form, his face. and mo-
tiOns,
His homespun habit and his silver hair
And hear the langui ge of his trite devotions
Rising behind the straight-back kitchens
chair.
/ can remember how the sentence sounded
"Help us, . Lord, to pray and not to
faint !"
And how the "conquering and to conquer
rounded
The loftier aspirations of the saint.
He had some notions that did not improve
He never kissed his children-so they say;
Aud finest scenes and fairest flowers wouIt
move him
Less than a horseshoe picked up in the
way.
He had hearty hatred of oppression,
And righteous words for SIN of every kind
Alas, that the transgressor and tansgrrssIor,
Were linked so closely in his honest mind!
He could see naught but vanity in beauty,
And naught hut weakness IN a fond caress.
And pitied men whose views of Christian du
ty
Allowed indulgence in such fJolishness.
Yet there were love and tenderness within
him:
And. / am told that when his Charley died.
Nor Natures need nor gentle words. could
win him
From his fond Wig is at the sleeper's side.
And when they came TO bury little Charley,
They found fresh dew drops sprnklcd in
bis hair,
And on his breast rosebud gathered early i.
And guessed. but did not know, who placed
il there
Honest and faithful. constant in his calling,
Strictly attendant on the means of grace,
Instant in prayer. aud fearful most of falling.
Old Daniel Gray was always in his place.
A practical old man, and yet dreamer;
de thought that in some strange, unlocked
for way.
His migh'y Friend in Heaven, the great Re-
deemer,
Would honor him with wealth some gol-
den day.
This dream he carried in hopeful spirit
Until in death his patient eye grew dim,
Aud his Redcemer called him 10 inherit
The heaven of wealth long gathered up for
him.
So, if I ever win the home in Heaven
For whose sweet rest hu,nbly hope and
pray,
In the great company of the forgiven
/ shall be sure to find Old Daniel Gray.
We have the pleasure of presenting
our readers this week with one of Gen.
GEORGE c. GINTY's peculiar, gossipping
letters, in which humor, sentiment and
sense are blended. 1t is large "chip,"
but GEORGE is built on a generous scale.
LikeniDg writer's to flower garden,
GEORGE is tiger lilly in full bloom
To change the figure, be maketh bricks,
and is '.brick" himself.
LETTER FROM GEN. GINTY.
HE DIscoURsETH DIscURsIvELY.
GREEN BAY, July l8, 1868.
evil you writer" Of course | will,
Lutte.
What shall it be about? Not of
GRANT and CoLFAx, for l shall not vote
for them; not of SEYMOUR and BLAIR,
for you will not vote for them. Well,
then, about the recent Editorial Excur-
sion to st. Louis.
What an odd mixture of humanity
one hundred and twenty five editors are,
when shook up together! What com
pound of fun, wisdom, folly, jealousy and
politics! What cool thoughts, feverish
ambitions and wild throbbings are there
penned up! See how anxious old Sir
BoLkIKY is to have bis name read off on
soma committee, or hear the eager mul
titnde call him out for speech! And
aOhat look of profound disgust ripples
over his parched face-a face that looks
full moon, when seen from the milky
way"-when no finds that bis call is like
PERcY's for spirits from the vasty deep.
How bis clutcbing digits wreak deep and
dire revenge through the columns of his
"TomahasOk Of Liberty" when he re-
turns home, and how he denounces the
getters up of an imaginary estate" which
he thinks has been made up to choke of
bis bursting eloquence.
But of such, enough. Turn over the
page to more pleasant picture, where
the genial faces betoken large stock o
soul-faces of men who can walk oul
boldly on moonlight night without feal
of their shadows upbraiding them-"fel
low humans" whose jocund features tel
of ribs well covered, whose hearts bea
in unison with health, pleasure, and I'M
selfish thoughts. When ABRAHAM takes
such into his bosom, there will be nc
danger of their carrying jack knives t
cut gold buttons off his shirt.
What kind of place, Lutte, will b,
set aside in the celestial world for III,
warm hearts of st. Louisl Where is tn,
land of Arcadia good enough for Blow
J THOMAS, MORGAN, KNAPP, WRErMonE