Martinsburg independent. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1875-1900, 1875-07-17

CUMBERLAND, MD, /
July 18th. 1875. I

tuiS i%tHs lCfcs
To The Editors Of The Independent.
This is q lively town. Did not
know the egzact population or the
private opinion on the Beecher
trial until / enquired of Mrs.
Scroggins-her opinion is reliable.
She said that Mrs. Hopkins told
her that she heard Sam Grubb's
wife saying that John Harris's
wife told her that Granny Smith
heard that it was no doubt that old
John Moore said that Capt. Reads
wife thought that David Horizons
wife believed that old Mrs. Lane
reckoned positively that Patrick
DOnahue's wife had told Mrs. Kes-
Ter that her aunt Hannah declared
to the world that it was generally
believed that Mrs. Swoss had said
in plain terms that she heard Col.
Green cay to old Mother Johnson
that it was we'll known to all the
neighbors that Mrs. Preston made
no bones in saying that, in her
opinion, twas matter of fact that
the population of this city is equal
ly as large as that OF any other
city of the same size and same
number of inhabitants ;--and fur
thermore, everybody believed Mrs
Beecher's Henry to be innocent
News coming SO direct must be re-
liable-that's settled.
Thirteenthly: Your readers will
be panied to hear of sad accident
that happened to one of the most
estimable citizens of this place.
None knew him but to love hin.
He was walking down Baltimore
street in all the pride and vigor of
manhood, little dreaming Of the
fate awaiting him. A few mo-
ments before, he had kissed his
faithful wife goodbye his chill
dren seemed to have foreboding
of some sad accident visiting their
father, and they chung to him as if
it were the last embrace. He
walked a few rods from his home,
met another merchant, coEversed
a few moments, and a minute af-
ter-one very short minute-while
crossing Potomac street, sad to re-
late his hat bIea0 off! Truly, we
are here tomorrow and gone to-
day Let the death-bell toll, for
we come up like the 'hoppergrass,'
and are cut down like the "spar-
row grass"
Fourteenthly. The Beecher trial
is over; but ours still continues,
however, let the mosquitoes bite,
and children die off eating green
fruit, let the tides of adversely toss
our fragile bark, and life's storm
shatter our bullwarks. We will
not murmer for many have been
our predecessors. who came out of
the struggle crowned with victori-
Gus wreaths.
The plymouth bark was pitch d and
toss'd,
But money saved her preacher,
She kept her reconing, never lost,
Long tilt-in couldn't beach-er.
I'll Load -er up said Theodore,
And will sink her in triee.
He understood the Price.
A Butler tried to ship, for cash,
But they wouldn't pass his eyes,
One was squintin down the hatch,
And .tother to the skies.
Victoria came on board, she could't 20,
Because her wits were dull,
The captain said in event of blow,
Twould shatter an old Woodruff
Miss Bessie Turner put on airs.
Shook her bangs" and back hair
loose,
And reconed cause she was kick'd
down stairs,
She'd ought-er go the cruise.
Well, the old plymouth bark is hauled
up for repairs
Since her voyage is DER weel shut
off steam,
Yet one lesson we would teacher,
While one hundred thousand win
buy wealth's cream,
Twill never save Beecher.
MELINDA.