The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1872-10-12
Letter from Liberty Grove.
LIBERTY GROVE, October 18th, 10

LIBERTY GROVE, October 18th, 1872
MIR. EDIToR:-I don't intend to write of
blue sky, winding, sparkling rivers, and
grandeur Of mountains and lakes, but give
you a plain matter of fact letter.
Liberty Grove is situated on the Balti-
more & Philadelphia Central Railroad,
about three miles from Port Deposit, six
miles from Rising Sun: The scenery is
quite picturesque; the hills that skirt our
town might be theme to occupy the
muses. of some one of rare talent, but as
mine runs not in very oily direction to-
night, you must take the "will for the
deed and some night when "Luna has
more powerful effect upon me-" l may
write of the wooded hills and mammoth
rocks, studded over with variegated shrub
berries. l may get such "hysteric fit"
upon me, that may sit in my sanctorum,
and watch the suns last lingering rays,
and wait the appearance of the floating
clouds, till Luna, with her sparkling daugh-
tiers, appears rejecting each in the many
over these pebbly bottoms; whilst the in
tervening hills will only add more fascina-
ton to the picture. Excuse me for digress-
ing from my theme.
The number of citizens of this place does
not exceed a thousand. Our professional
characters are get in their infancy. Our
stores will not compete with the Glass Front
of Elkton; our hotels are not named; our
blacksmith and cooper shops stand alone
without rigal; our station compares fav-
orably with any station on the Railroad,
and indeed, the sound of the hammer and
the bustling stir of our citizens indicate
that progress marks each enterprise. Our
school house is not only place "where
the young idea can learn to shoot, but
connected with it is flourishing Sabbath
school: and by way of surprise on Sunday
last our worthy Superintendent, 8. Milton
Jennes, Esq, whose faithfulness and I'M
firing zeal had won the confidence and
respect of all, was presented with hand
some Bible.
Miss Lottie Russell, with all her lowell
ness, grace and dignity combined; with
her fairy-like form stepped forward, and
in her usual angelic manner commenced.
"Our Beloved Superintendent: Ever since
we have been associated in the pleasant
relation of Sabbath school, we have had
you for our leader, and we can now look
back upon many happy and, we trust, pro-
fitable hours spent within these good old
walls, with which your memory shall ever
be sweetly associated. With this feeling
prompting us, we the children of this
school, uniting with our dear teachers, beg
you to accept this little offering from our
hands as a token of our sincere love for
you, and high appreciation Of your labor
here, and we sincerely trust that when
your work upon earth is ended that you
may reap glorious reward in that land OF
perfect rest, where doubtless you will meet
the familiar faces of some little Sabbath
school scholars, who will shine as bright
stars in the crown that will adorn your
brow in glory"
Mr.. Jennes' appearance expressed entire
surprise. He replied in a pathetic manner,
assuring the teachers, officers and scholars
how highly he appreciated this token of
respect, of the love he cherished for that
volume; of the mines of sacred lore that
was there to be explored, of the comforts
derived from its teachings, and as he
heightened his remarks the tears that stole
down his cheeks were far more eloquent
than my pen can delineate. He closed
breathing this prayer; may We
"When life's tolls and cares are done,
And severed be our ties;
May scholars and all our charge
Dwell safely in the skies"
1t was day long to be remembered in
the annals of Liberty Grove Sabbath school.
The hour of preaching arrived, the Rev.
Mr.. Bonewell preached, and as usual the
most illiterate could not fail to be profited
by his remarks. He elucidates each senti.
ment so clearly that ga fool though way
faring man." could not help drinking in
some of the Divine truths that fall from
his lips. Poor old man, the days of thy
pilgrimage are drawing to close, me
wonders how many jewels will deck thy
crown in realms of bliss. Surely one with
thy zeal and one who has preached so faith
fully has not failed to reclaim some wan
derer.
forgot to mention the political atmos-
phere of this place. Well, l don't NEEDLE
much in politics, and as the election is
very near at hand. will wait and see
who's the successful candidate; knowing
that the rejoicing must be all on one side
of the house.
AS am scribbling for our county paper
and chantecleer sending his shrill notes
tells me of the approach of midnight. and
the arduous duties of tomorrow, remind
me to lay aside my pen and seek the rest
that nature demands. Adieu,
SPECTATOR.