Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1874-04-25
GADABOUT'S COLUMN.
Written for the Epening Star.l
MOthernOOk.

4 VTuteh TOT thc Eeentng Stdr.
4 Motheraook.
THE EASTERN SHORE OF MARYLAND.
1 One day, worn out with head and pen,
And the debate of public men,
said aloud 90 If there were
Some place to make me young awhile,
would 60 there, would 60 there,
And If 1t were a many smile!''
Then something cried, perhaps my map,
That not in vain ott invoke:
"Go seek again your mothers lap,
The dear old soil that gave you sap,
And see the land Of Pocomoke."
A sense of shame that never vet
My loot on that old shore was SET
Though prodig ai in wandering,
Arc. c, and with a tinglCd cheek,
Ike some late wild duck on the wing,
started down the Chesapeake.
The murning sunlight, silvery calm,
from basktng shores of woodland broke,
And capes and inlets breathing balm,
And lovely islands clothed in palm,
closed round the sound OF Pocomoke.
The pungy boats at anchor swing.
The long canoes were Oystering,
And moving barges played the seine
Along the beaches of Tangers;
heard the British drums again
As in f1eir predatory years,
When Hedges Straits the Tories swept,
And Ross camp fires hid in smoke.
They pluDdered all the coasts except
For praying men OF Pocom0ke.
And when we thread in quaint intrigue
OnancOck creek and PungGteague,
The world and wars behind US stop.
On Gods frontiers We seem to be
As at RehobOth wharf we drop,
And see the Kirk of Mackenzie:
The first he was to teach the creed
The rugged Scotch will meier revoke;
|. his slaves be made to WORK and real,
No powers Ep iscOpal 10 heed,
That held the globes on Pocomoke.
But quiet hooks like these unman
The grim professionalism,
Whose soul expands to mountain views,
And Wesley's gospel, like tide,
These level shores with love suffuse,
Where'er his patient preachers ride.
The landscape quivered with the swells
And felt the steamers paddle stroke,
That tossed the hollow gum, tree shells,
As If some putting craft CT helps
The fisher chased in Pocomoke.
Anon the river spreads to coves,
And In the tides grow giant groves.
The water shines like ebony,
And odoTs resinOus ascend
From many an old balsamic tree,
Whose roots the terrapin befriend;
These great ball cypress, friDged with beard
Presides above the water oak,
As doth its shingles, well revered,
Ger many happy home endeared
10 thousands far from PocOmOke.
And solemn hemlocks drink the dew,
The piney forests moan and moan,
And in the marshy splitter docks,
AS if they grazed on sky alone,
Rove airily the herds of OK.
Then, like q narrow strait Of light,
The banks draw close, the long trees yoke,
And strong old manses on the height,
Stand overhead, as to invite
10 good old cheer on Pocomoke.
And cunning baskets midstream lie
10 trap the perch that gambol by;
In c0veS of creek the mills sing
And trim the spar and hew the mast;
And the gaunt looms croak on the wing,
TO see tue steamer looming past.
Now timber shores aud M aSsive piles,
hepel our hull with friends stroke,
And guide us up the long defles,
Till after many fairy miles
We reach the head Of Pocomoke
Is 1t Snow Hill that greets me back
10 this old loamy cal du sdci
Spl cad on the level river shore,
Beneath the bending willow trees
And speckled trunks Of sycamore,
All moist with airs Of lival seas?
Are these old men who gravely bow,
As If stranger all swoke,
The same who heard my parents VOW,
All well! in simpler days than now
To love and serve by Pocomoke?
Does Chincoteague as then produce
These rugged ponies, lean ard spruce?
Ale these the OK of Accomac
That do the negro's drone obey?
The things OF childhood all come back:
The wonder tales of mother day!
The Ill the inn, the ivy vines
fhat On old English churchside cloak,
Wherein we read the stately lines
OF Addison, writ In his times,
Above the dead Of Pocomoke.
The world in this old nook may peep,
And think it listless and asleep,
But have seen the world enough
To think Its grandeur something dull;
And here were men OF sterling stuff,
In their own era wonderful:
I.ufh 3iuys ard
And William Winder's core of oak,
The lion heart Of Samuel Chase,
nd great Decatur's royal face,
And Henry Wise Of Pocomoke.
When we have ragged our little part,
And weary out of strife aud art,
Oh could we bring to these still shores
The peace they have who harbor here,
And rest upon our echolng oars,
And float adown this tranquil sphere,
Then might yOn stars shine down on me,
With all the hope those lovers spoke,
Who walked these tranquil streets 1 see,
And thought Gods love nowhere so free
Nor life so good as PocOmoke.
TOmbs.
The old Presbyterian churchyard in
Georgetown contains many ana suggestive
gravestones. Amongst them is that of William
Theobold Wolfe Tone, last son Of the Irish pa
triot Theobald Wolfe Tone. Born 1871; died
1928. Also, Matilda, wife Of Theobald Wolfe
iObc. hicAdhuci nidCOmp, DOrn IN lrel8nQ
1880; died Georgetown 1880. Gen. ThOs. Mason
died 1913. The oldest members of the eter
family are buried here: Robert Peter, born
lI26; died 1906. Daniel Peter, born 177S; died
1872 Alexander Scott Peter, born ITO; died
1907. Thomas Beall, of George. Gen. James
House, colonel lst regiment U. 8. A. Poinsett
Mason. John Mason, jr. Virginia, wife of
Geo. Mason, OF Holland Hall.
Burnaby's Narrative.
The travels In North America Of Rev. An
drew Burnaby, A. NJ, Vicar of Greenwich
published in London, l775, contains some ref