Martinsburg weekly independent. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1873-1875, 1874-10-10
THE CARLISLE FAIR.
Miscellaneous Things as They APP
pear 10 Miscellaneous Individ-
nal

CARLlSLE, IA, oct. 3, IA.
Notwithstanding the inclement
weather, we stepped aboard the
C. ". r.. r.. this morning bound
for the Carlisle Fair. We started
off with a very good crowd, not
withstanding the unfavorable out
look, and had aboard the Martins
burg Cornet Band. After leaving
MariinsbIrg the clouds began to
break away in the east, and at al
most every station we added a ca
or two TO our train. When we
reached this place we had nine well
filled cars. Other correspondents
of the INDEPENDENT have hereto
sore given full descriptions of the
beautiful Cumberland Valley
along the line of the road, and we
will not repeat. Suffice TO say that
with our head thrust out Of the car
window, half at rest and disposed
to peace, we enjoyed to high de-
gree the grand scenery as it passed
in panoramic view before our Wis
ion. We love to look upon the
fields and fCres.s at this season of
the year, for little is there is of
beauty in life, the trees all painted
with the matchless tints of the
great artist Autumn-a student in
the school of GOd-are beautiful to
look upon rainbows seem to have
fallen out of the heavens and
stained the forests with their
misty splendor. They are the coat
of many colors which the Eternal
Joseph has hung upon the year.
AS the panorama of Nature hurries
past on the wiags of the wind, and
we see the dying and dead leaves
and flowers, memory carries us
back, and we are ready to exclaim:
Oh, haunting dreams of sweet sum-
mer dead
Ye bring me heart aches in your
whispers low,
Echoes of song may not hear again,
Voices whose tones were silent long
age,
visions of orchards crowned with bridal
bloom,
Where apple blossoms scent the air of
May,
And from the sloping hillsides comes the
fsweet-voiced children at their zap
Ply play.
There is low, sad rustic in the air,
Among the yellow banners Oft corn;
The faded sunhower drops her heavy
head,
The garden border of its wreath is
shorn.
A subtle still stiffness broods DER all the
scene,
The benediction of the year has come
The sheaves are garnered from the fad
ing field,
The husbandman has sung the Har-
vest Home"
10 faded meadows where the partridge
trills
His clear, loud song to call his wand
ering mate,
The streams are shallow and the grasses
brown,
Where scarlet peoples hecked the
field but late.
There is a whisper in the falling stream,
A sigh thro' all the aisles Of forest
trees,
4 tremulous vibration in the songs
The wild birds upon the evening
breeze.
The sweet, dead days will come to us no
more;
New Summers may bring harvests of
delight,
Fair days may dawn with eyes of SPLEEN
dor hue
They cannot shine so infinitely bright
AS the sweet vanished hours that we
have lost;
Or are they only garnered safe and
sure,
To ait for US in some far, future world,
Where summers shall eternally en-
dure
ARRIVAL
We arrived here after a pleasant
ride of three and half hours, and
found large crowd gathered at
the depot. We had no rain here
until after three o'clock this after
noon, and large crowd gathered
on
THE FAIR GROUND,
which are beautifully located on
the Northern suburbs of the city.
They are handsomely fitted up for
the purposes to which they are de-
voted, and enclose about fifteen
acres of ground, level, and beauti-
fully set in grass.
LOOKING AROUND.
After satisfying orr curiosity in,
walking around looking at the