The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1874-01-08

It is the signal that demands dispatch.
How much is to be done"
Thus muse we, with the famous old poet,
Young, when suddenly aroused to the solemn
fact that another year. with all its ftful changes,
sleeps with the buried Past That the ever rest
less waves of the river Time have borne hence
another era, most marked in the annals of our
community, of all the ages gone before, for the
many events of impressive local interest; for
its heavy argosies of sighs and tears, of JOY
and woe, swept into the boundless ocean of
nfnitude-beyond recall, save with the rip
Piles of memory that linger in all our hearts.
They whisper to us of the worlds great scenes
of general interest the brilliant, transitory,
royal pageant of the Vienna Exposition, and
its combined treasures from the worlds stores,
as evidences of its progress and power, under
the overruling DEGREES of an all-wise Provi-
dence; of the evolutions of thrones, and coun-
cils, and regimes in tickle France and other
nationalities We hear again the lulling tide
of wars wild tempests here and there, and
shudder when the dark waters sweep hence the
the myriads of human beings from the terrible
wrecks of the Atlantic and other vessels, with
the massacred crew of the lost Virginius With
horror, too, we review the victims of the dread
pestilence which suddenly swept DER our West
ern cities, and the unnumbered calamities to
frai mortality everywhere. We note with pain
the upheavals caused by the great financial
panic, whose shadows extend throughout the
whole broad land, and meet everywhere Deaths
solemn, fearful ravages.
Passing away passing away!" is the dirge
we hear on every hand, and some of our great
est statesmen and heroes and scholars have
gone to swell the mighty hosts of the Spirit
Land.
Our people here have reason to consider this
q period long to be remembered, from the num-
Der of its varied and striking occurrences in
our social and domestic connections. We have
prospered, and have suffered much, and must
hence learn the impressive lesson that "He
doeth all things we'll"
Whilst deadly malaria has stolen mysteri-
ously upon our hitherto most healthful, happy
cline, and gathered many of our citizens far
and wide under its sombre wing, and borne
them hence from US forever, many more new
born cherubs have been sent to gladden. fond
parental hearts and widen our home circles.
Of late, too, an unusual number of loving
hearts have been entwined in those indissolu-
BILE, golden matrimonial bonds, that will tend
to make them more useful citizens, we hope; !;
and so our churches, our places of business,
and our social throngs will all feel the changes
they bring These have come to fill the places
of our loved and lost, whose memories alone
are left to the deserted hearts and homes, as
we sadly wander near the places of their last,
silent, earthly repose, and pray for blessed re-
unions on the heavenly shores, beyond deaths
surging tide.
Come, friends, and let's take brief survey
of these our humble, yet most precious mauso-
leums:
Here rests in peace the manly form and
pulseless heart of our most honored citizen,
James l.. Orr. CATER life's ftful fever, he
sleeps WELL" though borne back from the splen-
did Russian Court, where he had scarcely be-
gun his national duties, after all that he had
hitherto accomplished as statesman, jurist and
citizen, with the united tributes from Europe
and America to his lifeless remains as they
passed to this home of his childhood, and the
choice for his final repose midst kindred and
friends, who priced him most We hope that
it will not be long ere the contemplated tribute
of monument to his memory will be erected
here to mark the spot and not postponed and
neglected, as have those greater efforts for
memorials to Washington, Lee, Calhoun,
Simms, and even our brave Confederate dead,
who suffered all for home and country Yet
"Can storied urn, or animated bust,
Back to Its mansion call the feeting breath?
Can honor's voice provoke the silent dust,
Or fattery sootho the dull, cold ear of death"
No, no! but true hearts prize them as just to
the memories of those so cherished. In pass
ing midst these simple stones and unpretending
mounds, we feel that
"Som4 mute, nglorious Milton here may rest;
Some heart pregnant with celestial fire;
Hands that the rod Of empire might have swayed,
Or walked to ecstacy the living lyre
Here rests for aye the old familiar forms
and genial faces whom we have so missed on
our streets and in our homes: Elijah Webb
Esq, Andrew Norris, Esq, and Col. Hoyt
with many more of our good people gone be-
fore. The venerable "Mother in Israel" Mrs
Edwards, and other younger wives and mothers
once so fondly cherished and SO sadly missed
Several strong young men lie side by side, and
three young maidens in their early bloom
Sallie Mauldin, Essie Cater and Belle Lewis
leaving aching hearts behind them here. Sew
eral infants, in their pristine purity, were
plucked from saddened households, and We
miss from our view the little twin-sister
Sacie Whtner, just four years of age, and
bright, buoyant little Lee Reed Miller, just five
so suddenly snatched from the fond hearts tha