Vermont phÅ“nix. [volume] (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1834-1955, 1874-03-06
THE HERMIT OF crying CASTLE.
John the Hermit hOnOrs the PhRniN
with n Letter.

with n LeNtCrs
The following communication, which we
publish verbatim ct literatim, will doubt
less interest, possibly amuse, some Of our
readers. We trust the hermit Will pardon
us for the liberty taken:
ERvING CASTLE, Febry,O "a
Mr. Editor by the request OF gentleman
a friend of your papar take the liberty to
introduce 10 your readers a little news from
the hermirs castle now the Old phrophet is
a great favorite with the Ladies tue other
day party arrived at the castle one OF the
Ladies grasped my hand and said why her
nit thought you was dead as l have been
searching all the papers for to see if I could
find any of your writing for we would ra-
ther see one line from the Old phrophet
than one half the rubbish that Is in the pa
pers now Erving is beautiful little viii
lage il is like a little seaport on the banks
of millers river its french rooted factories
from the rockey batlemenls of the hermits
castle looks as if you was in Paris itself
from the nights you can see the thousands
flying through TO Lake pleasant but the La
dies prefer the hermitage for its quietness
heare is the rock that moses smote in the
wilderness its waters still flow on to salts
fy the thirst of the visitors what place for
your city visitors instead OF running of to
saratoga and paying so dear for congress
water let them only come and try the wa
ter in Erving castle and they are shure 10
come back athol sends multitude orange
keeps close at her heels and the other
lob ha rfi ~
by rail can by making arrangements at the
depots they start from be left at the castle
grounds that is if the number is twenty
and upwards for half prise also dinners
can be furnished on the grounds by apply
ing the same to Osgoods hotell this house
gave great satisfaction last season the
grounds was visited with more than ten
thousand last season now l am going TO
send you some Of my writings In n fow
days for the Old phrophet finds always a
welcome in the best papers this side the At
lantic as we'll as on the other in the mean
time this will introduce me 10 your read
ers.
the Dying mother and her child
THE HERMIT OF ERYINo CASTLE
yes, sister I am dying
this frame grows feebler still
but hear his chAriots coming
to bear me up the hill
yes, sister am dying
take my baby to your breast
and let me crcsS the river
and enter in.o rest
soon shall this form be mould .ring
beneith wreath Of snow
and you to soon must leave
to let this spirit so
yes sister am dying
come fold to your breast
and nurse my little darling
when am gone to rest
and when thy own one sleeping
then take it on thy knee
press it to thy bosun
and some times think Of me.
yes. sister am dying
and my short life is orc
o grasp this Little darling
and let me reach the shore
for feel deaths waves all round me
but this bark will stem the tide
with Jesus for my pilot
I shall gain the other side
for, bark. heavens gates are Up ming
listen to the angels throng
around the throne they worsbiping
hAlaugah is THAR song
she pressed the baby too her breast
the storm OF death swept ore
and through those waves her spirit passed
and reached EmAnauls shore