The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1871-08-03

March ye ? 1895 10 u 81 year Or bjs
age
This is the record On another stone.
Capt William BusueIl died % June
ye IS, 1895 10 We = year q SIS age.
This worthy vas ia Sal sbary dway,
10 acts Of hospitality
have copied the spelling and the
wording correctly, bat the antique
mixture 81 large and small letters, aud
utter absence Of punctuation, and the
using ofy for a and / for J have not at.
tempted 10 copy Between the inscriP.
tion and the cherubim that old grave
yard is too much for ones risiblcs.
les, alter all, back Of this ridiculous
outward manifestation, We recognize
the poor sad heart Of humanity making
unayaliug efforts to symbolic its faith
in mortality, its love for the dead, its
utter he,plessncss before God and his
angel Of death There are tears which
lie deeper than our laughter aud ono
says softly as ifthc genius Of the place
had found voice
O, mortal!
Peace to thy heart;
We too, yes mortal,
Have beeu as thou art;
lIopc-lfted, doubtdeprcssed,
Seeing la part,
Tiled, troubled, tempted,
Sustained as thou art"
am tempted, while on this subject,
to give you one more cpitaph; and this
one we copied in an old Newburyport
cemetery, where we found the same lu.
gubrious chcrubs as in Salisbury. This
was on tablet placed over the grave
Of a clergyman. only send a small
part Of the inscription, just enough to
make all your clerical readers thank
their stars that the day Of such cpl.
taphs has gone by
"The reverend man lot all thrgt moum,
Fore he w,s some Aothrnal mind,
Fktod in iiash to be c1uhntd,
Aed ordered to be born.
His soul was Of The srgolic frame
The eame material the mOuli tho same,
When the Creator makes minister Of flame
lie was oil for ned Of Heavenly things,
Mnrtal-, believe what my Mari sings,
For the has seen him rise upon his fanny
wings
My letter is growing altogether too
long. A few lines on the subject Of
"grcen heads" or beach flies, and !
close. Would that | had the pen Of
the gifted author of "My Summer in a
Garden. He does such justice to
the subject of pusley that feel sure
he could come within reach of describ
ing these horrible insects had heard
of them, but had ! not also heard Shoe
Fly Would ] allow such an insignif,
icant creature to bother me | came,
saw; ! was conquered Every morn,
ming about nine o'clock they suddenly
are here, nobody secs them come or 60.
Nobody, so far as | can ascertain,
knows where they roost. The first one
knows they are here they are there
they are everywhere. They hit then
great laundering verdcnt heads against
you at every turn, and sit still while
you kill them Then twenty come tc
the funeral. They do not come crawl
ing over your face and hands like the
common house fly, and so give you
warning of their approach. BY nc
means They light softly on any ex
posed bit Of human flesh, gobble up q
great mouthful and then perch over the
gaping wound and wait to be slain
Having once made up their blood
thirsty minds to feast upon you | have
never known one to leave till life was
extinct. They seem TO lose all relish fol
further existence when once they have
fairly gorgcd themselves In size, and
in general style and disposition tLey
seem to he a blending Of the leech and
the mosquito. They make life a bur
den while they stay, but fortunately
they retire arly. About four O'Clock
they show signs Of IA lure at five
O'Clock they are gore; and wc emerge
from our places Of concealmcnt to take
breath of fresh air. Now what arc
they for They haven't sense enough
to enjoy themselves. There is not the
slightest appearance Of happiness
about ono Of them. What possible
good can they do to others 7 Let DR.
Bushnell in his next book on The
Moral Uses Of Dark Things give a
whole chapter to green heads.
have much more to tell you, dear
JouRSlI, but | forobcar
Truly yours,
AMERICAN DoHAx.