The Cincinnati daily star. [volume] ([Cincinnati, Ohio]) 1875-1880, 1875-08-04
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for common consum ption; but corn. oats,
barley, potatoes and wheat must ali 20
together, and famine stare its hideousl
eyes In the faces of our loved and inno-
cent ones II that unreasonable prayer be
answered.
You lave heard, no doubt, dear STAR,
OF the church in modern Sodom that
offered q fine Oil chrome to every one
who bought pew? Well, must tell
you what they did here at our own Ema
bury Park. Thursday evening was a.
stormy one, and but lew ventured out
from their cozy cottages to hold divine
worship In the "boarding tent;" but the
few that did 60 were requested to keep
their seats after the services were over,
and, as reward and an example, were
treated to ice cream, gratisl And then
came the doxology, but the only hymn
that came into their heads, at that time,
must have beefl-
'sIhis is the way long have sought"
Tits needless to add that the tent has
since been crowded, and ON stormy
evenings, too. We have .ministering to
us Rev. Ii. A. Ewell, OF the Kentucky
Conferences; Rev. w. H. Bool, of Water
street Mission, New York, and member
of the National Committee; Rev.J w.
Gum, of Springfield; Rev. B. W. Geham;
Rev. DR.. Pearns; Rev.W. X. Marshall, OF
Missouri; Rev. Lynch, of indianapolis,
and Presiding Elder OF the Southeast
ern Indiana Conference; Rev. A. b.
Leonard, of Cincinnati; Rev. James
Kendall, formerly OF the Cincinnati Con-
ing, a returned missionary from India;
Rev. j. III. Bayliss, of Indianapolis; Rev.
Dety, of Cleveland; j. e. Burghes, OF
Grand Rapids, and Rev. Father Sey-
more Coleman, OF the Troy Conference.
Mr.. Horace Pease, an old pioneer,
died in this city on Thursday morning
last. He was born in Sufiield, Connecti-
cut, on the 14th of February, 1791. He left
his home in 1911 to 60 to Philadelphia,
from whence, three years later, he start
ed for the West on horseback, taking
the trail for Stubenville. In 1917, Mr..
Pease settled in Cincinnati and engaged
in the manufacture Of saddle-trees. He
occupied his shop on Vine street, near
Fourth, until 1927, when he left for Holes
creek, in this Montgomery county, to
enter into the manufacture of higuwines
from fruits with his brother, Perry. In
1889 he moved to this city, where he has
since resided. He was beloved and re-
vered by his many relatives and friends,
and his loss is one that is keenly felt.
You folks down there in the Queenly
City are proud of your music at Burnet
Woods. Well, we are proud of our prom
enade concerts here, given blythe knights
Templar Band. On, the music is ex-
quisitel One must gush a little in de-
scribing it,. But there's no "home-made"
aboutit; the people just stand stock still
on the pavement, and the carriages, and
barouches, and landaus, and dog-carts,
and buggies,and phaetons, land phaetons,
and phaetons-the latter multitude OF ve-
hicies occupied by our young girl aristo-
drafts, who are famous at handling the
ribbons-ali these with hubs grazing and
danger OF interlOcking, dozens deep, in
front of the Courthouse, listening to the
glorious music of the band.
We're also proud of our fine turnouts-
stylish teams, fast solitaires, carriages
and coaches with exquisite gold and sill
yer trappings, and we're proud of the
extra wide, smooth streets, in which
They are shown off to advantage. And
we're proud Of our shade trees, with
their luxuriant, fresh foliage that makes
a bright green fringe on either side Of the
streets, from the city's outskirts to the
very rattle and fuss OF its busy, throb-
bing heart. And we're proud, bah
We're proud of everything; but we're
not like Philadelphians, VINO are proud
of their ''marble houses, marble fences,
marble sidewalks, marble cutters, mar
BILE hitching-posts, marble market
houses, marble butcher blocks, marble
beef steaks, marble (but then they see
you looking at them with eyes express
sive of pure astonishment, and they
wind up with simply ejaculating)
erythingw No wonder they can
stand the Centennial. Who couldn't,
with marble heart?
Yours, SATURN.