The Portland daily press. [volume] (Portland, Me.) 1862-1921, 1873-09-17

Inc yellow fever is raging in Shreveport, ana
not only has every one fed from the town
who could get away, leaving the sick to shllt
There is no ''off year, in proverbs, though
there may be in politics. We suppose the Old
saying. therefore, still holds good: AS goes
Maine, so goes the Union" - Cincinnati
(Ohi0l Gazette
The Democrats of Pennsylvania have no
opinions to express on the tariff question
They are waiting to find out what side of it
they are on.--Titasburg )Pa.) Commercial.
The Democratic journals lay great stress
upon the assertion that they do not seek to
''salvanize dead issues;' they do not want TO
ssrevye the past" OF course thew do not.
anG why? Simply because they are afraid of
it. 4 steward or any other servant. who
hac been employed in position of RESPONSE
bility, and been discharged for breach of
trust, would not be apt to ask to be TT nstated
for the reason that he Was willing TO forget
the past. 1t would be for his injured en-
ployels or frien1s to condone for and forget
the past, if hey could place confidence in his
promise to do better in the future. 1t would
not be Tor him to say 90! never mind that
old affair, | will let that DROP But such is
precisely the position taken by the Democrat
ic party Buffalo Commercial Advertiser.
Pomology and patriotism, rare fruits and
rhetoric, horticulture and hyperbole were
amusinely blended in the speeches made at
the closing session of the American Pomolog-
ical Society in Boston last week. The Hon.
Marshall P. Wilder being called upon, spoke
of 'the enamelled blossom bespansling the
orchard with starry spray scarcely less nu-
merous than the glittering host above, dane
irg in rainbow hues and tlinging on the
breeze a fragrance richer than Ceylon's isles,
sweet harbinger of bountiful harvest! The
luscious fruits, Gods best Gift to man, save
woman-the velvet peach, mantled with
beauty's softest blush, and vieing with the
oriency of the morning; the delicious plum.
| yelled with silvery bloom over robe of purple
or cloth of vegetable gold; the royal grape,
| the brilliant cherry, the melting pear and the
diminished apple, tempting human taste from
| the mother OF our race to her last fail daugh-
| ter. But what pencil can sketch the chang
ing hues. the magniicence aud glory when
| Pomona pours from her ever-fowng lap the
varied treasures of the ripening year! Our
| trees-from the opening bud to the golden
| harvest-from the laying off of their autumn
nal livery, and duling their rest in winter S
| shrOud, waiting a resurrection to a new and
| superior llfe-are all eloquent preachers, pro-
| claiming to our Utmost soul "The hand that
made us is divine" God gave us trees adorned
with inimtable beauty, pleasant to the sight
aid good for food"
fol themselves, but the inhabitants of neigh.
boring towns, catching the bad example, have
stopped the railway trains and forbidden all
communication between the stricken city and
the rest of the world Graphic.
| The n. Y. Commercial Advertiser says
when the public good naturally puts $4,000
in 50-cent pieces into the pockets of one or
two individuals, as slight testimonial of its
| confidence, those one or two individual stand
pledged to make good their promises, Or
| burst.