Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1875-12-03
Observation-Disclosures.
Letter from Quits K Roads,
November Fl. 1875.

Letter from Ohutt's x Roads.
November 81, 1875.
Mr.. E1aor :--Whcn last Rip Van Wrinkle
awoke from his ndp and Ind coy talk
with YOU, old King Winter was abroad
in the land holding high carnival, and right
royalty he reigned Dame Nature had heard
of his coming, and like good thrifty house
wife, prepared for his reception by having Il
general bnusc-cleaniug she opened the re3er-
yolrs of Heaven aud for Two days and nights
there was general deuge. AT last, satisfied
that all was thoroughly cleanseG and over
come with her efforts, tired Nature slept, and
then Jack Frost (Winter's Prime Mnislcr)
stepped forth, aud, with an eye for beluiy,
gathered up the water drops and hung them
in garonds aud fcstoons from every tree and
shrub breathed upon The itlle streams and
hushed their silvery laughter; peeped into
the blue waters. of our beautiful Potomac,
caught up its dancing waves, and bound them
ia his icy feiiers, flew across to old Virginia
and crowned her everlasting hills with dia-
dem Of jewels waved his icy wand and Moth
err Earth waited in her garment of silver sheen
for the approaching carnival. Delighted with
his work, he paused. breathess, waiting for
Aurora TO appear, while she, with rosy fin
gers, opened the portals Of the East. Up
sprung the Day God in his fiery chariot and
smiled and sparkled beneath his burning
glance King Winter shook his hoary head in
approval OF the scene Virginia nodded and
smiled back welcome to her sister across the
river; Jack Frost, nearly wild with delight,
fairly danced for JOY over the beauty he had
created, as diamonds of the pnrest water, sap
phires, rubies and emeralds flashed forth from
every twig shrub and tree, and played bo-
peep among their branches. 'tWhat a pity
IL. 4 a..
morning, for soon the Day God, weary Of the
pageant, gathered up the perishable jewels
in his cloudy Baskets for further nse. Thus
will the Son of Righteousness gather up his
Jewels and place them in his crown of rejoicing
forever and ever.
Since then, days have glided into weeks,
and weeks into months, until nearly year,
with its joys ana SORROWS, pleasures and cares,
have passed away 10 the people Of our neigh
borhood, while Old Time has been bnsily
weaving the lights and shadows OF our lives,
bringing out the design RS he throws The shut
tie to and fro mingling a few golden threads
of pleasure with the dark warp Of sorrow, as
he silently weaves for eternity. The shadows
of time have fallen on some of our homes as
the angel Of death has crossed the threshold and
borne from thence the loved and cherished,
where they have left vacant chairs by the fire.
side and aching hearts and eyes that will
watch for their coming, but there we're silent
harps in Heaven waiting for their trembling
fingers to strike the tuneful chords as 'they
sing of Moses and the Lamb" We could not
wish them back againf to take up the sad
weary refrain Of life.
The lights and shadows Of life are so closely
interviewer, that we scarcely leave the dark
gloom of sorrow before we step into the
bright sunlight of joy. One Of the bright,
spots in our circle, q few weeks ago. was the