Saint Mary's beacon. [volume] (Leonard Town, Md.) 1867-1983, 1869-12-09

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Doc 9Th 1860.

nj heedIes- o. tie measured stroke that
.r's us m 'deour final reckoning, Tie
-gstv oil rer1u'rn of ills world cnn VI
trate and be ''cussed" so long as the vi
csa;tu1es and eyentful eI3e9ence5 Of ev-
orv day life don't seriously jar yonr eqn'-
lihrum. and knock your royal Bengal
highnoss out Of plumb This, no doubt, is
as II should lie. for there is devilish li.tc
enjoyment in this world unless we take Il
stot'caNg as II is-pain and pleasure. slck-
ness and health, Just as they happen to
turn up-uaix up thousand spots ofsun-
shine, a cloud hero and there, al occas-
ionsl rainbow. a bright sky. storm to-
day. or calm tomorrow. chill piercing
wind Of Autumn. and a bland reviving air
Of Summer. But let everything wag along
as will-mon and things, maidens and
morals-can's he helped I suppose
We'rcSfere now, were born and I'll the
allotted space designed for us on earth by
imrenctraIlo Destiny, and we've got to
face the music until we make our final exit
and others occupy eur deserted places
when our dust will roam through space,
bloom in the delicatcly tinted cups Of the
Fly, and PARTICLES Of our bones gfsten in
the mellow sumbeams ripcuing the gol-
den harvest fields. and kissing with amor
Gus warmth the virgin checks Of the lus-
clous peach, causing tito blush with beau
ty and mailenly moae.ty. Pshaw whats
the use os looking down the vista Of lifc's
heeting past to see broken shrines and the
Debris Of sad and shivercd affairs where a
Thousand hopes havo wasted into ashes
lights Of life have fckered and waned-
footprints sacred under their drifting dust
those green mounds whose y;oIets fresh
ened into renewed life under the tribute
Of affections tears In the revolving cy-
Gle Of time all sad regrets and bis-ful
dreams viii he hushed into the impressive
and awful silence of-diss0lution. And
that's about all we can make of it, s. lets
change the theme and 60 back to what
intended to say, that the long time since
I made my bow through the window Of
the Beacon has swept by quicker than l
could have supposed, the varying incl
dents Of the past Summer and Fall filing
up the intervals SO quickly that l hadn't
time to say, how dye DO.
And pray tell me, ye light of St. Ma
rvs, where were you during the Sumner
jubilee of Point Lookout? Mon Dieu
but YOU 3on't know what you missed
White SulPhurs and Sarat0gas were small
poverty assemblago- we heard Of, and if
they did puff Cape May into a blaze, we
had flames enough 1ere Why, Sir,
Point Lookout clustered with the rartst
ferries ever gathered on Fashions tree,
with delicious .tid-bits from various climes
favored to your cpicurean palate. Friend
VI says they were the sweetest tina:
ever pouted red invitinsly. Strols by
the day through the Thanatopsis Grove
where the phlegm of ones. tardy circula-
ton was delightfully."- accelerated through
the invisible agency Of that titil,ating pet
the cheeger, Cant vouch for orthogra-
phy) with dots here and there Of parti-
colored petticoats giving free observation
of "ye gaiter butcs" benesth. [Never un-
dorstood why the gents preferred sprawl
ing on the grass until followed tho ii
rection Of their eyes.) And then. those
nymphean scenes darlings 50 trim and
coy as they tripped along SO their morn
ing bath, looking. after their dip, like
drowned kittens that had swallowed too
much water. Save me from fat, or lean,
woman with her bathing suit dragging
wet around her. The one waddles worse
than museovy just eff her nest, the 9th
er crane like, with her feathers wet
But then they 10 look 50 inviting when
they got in their stays again that one for
gets the me:amorphoso and forcives the
deception practisci. BY the Divinity Of
Grace, hare wondered ifsomo ma9 knew
their own wives at the first Introductory
lesson Of connubial experience. Cad,
many poor devil finds his skeleton on
that night. while other un'ortuuates fud
their calculations Of II yards n p,ttera
to Is tight, 20 easy
Pshaw what's the holds o. Ills but
artificial a; best, aud woman having the
har3e>; road 70 travel has perfect right
to pad her way through.
So passed the day aud days Of splash,
frolic, ana flirting, the ubiquitous Har-
vey managing with grace1A supervision
the shifting scenes. I'LL night lent It's Sill
verod Sottnsss Ger the Sleeping earth,
when 10 As ii by Wiz,rd's wand, whirI-
ing pas, cur bewillered vision came dash
ing trains If polished equipases with their
gletful couples all joyous'y anticipating
the ,erpsichorean feast. On they relied,
team after team those glossy bays champ
ing as they sped along apparently con-
scious Of bearing the representative elect,
whose eyes were So absorbed by the sylph-
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