The aegis & intelligencer. [volume] (Bel Air, Md.) 1864-1923, 1875-02-26

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The thanks OF the ladies Of Hartford county are
now due ana hereby rendered TO the noble Grand
Jury who had the moral courage 10 stand like
wall of iron in the face of an antagonist so pow
erful as the liquor fend; an enemy that had so
iusnuated himself directly and indirectly in the
masculine element, that We feared nothing hu-
man would ever break the spell, or exercise the
ghost of his grim majesty.
But our Grand jury, in the first time in the
history OF the county, have risen in their might,
to put down this fell destroyer.
The tears, the woes, the agones of woman for
ages past, have at last penetrated their svmpa-
thes, and they listen to her petition TO cast out
the household foe.
No more drunken fathers, husbands, sons, or
lovers The days of the Millennium begin TO
dawn! No more Frustrated manhood sunk be.
low the level Of the beasts that perish, but man
erect, in Gods own image, unpolluted by the
poison of alcohol The brain clear. The mind
unfetterd! The nervous system renewed Oh
that HE dream may last, and this foul antago.
mist long remain stranger among us.
God only knows the sorrows that moved the
crusade women to break the barriers of society,
aud carry their prayers TO tho very doors of the
bar room. He alone can tell the pangs these
women had endured in seeing them they loved
the best, and who should have been their pro.
tectors,a prey TO the poison that man puts into
his mouth TO steal away his brains?
They have started this tidal wave of temper.
| ance, which has shaken the continent from shore
Providence, has good arisen from their attlc.
tions, which shall bless the generation yet to
come.
We could shout in the song of Miriam or the
eXultation of Anna the Prophecies, as we raise
our hearts in thankfulness 10 Hin VI no has laid
low this enemy, to be revived again, let us hope
and pray, no more forever All honor TO tho
brave men that have been the instruments Of His
! will!
CHURNISG.
/ When we first reached Hartford county, some
/ ten years ago, we felt very much as il we had
landed in the Garden of Eden, that is, so print
tive did everything seem. Being pretty well on
in years and as innocent as babe in the first
principles of country life, all we could do was
to observe the goings on and philosophisc in oul
| own mind as to the various arrangements
around us. One problem was particularly hard
to solve, aud that was the churning. We could
| not sec why 1t was necessary to turn the heavy
cream for five or six hours, till we are left in q
state oil exhaustion, and no moro sign of butter
than when we first begun Knowing that there
must be way out of this difficulty, We began to
look around for the solution.
we screwed up courage enough TO suggest
| the matter to the elderly members of the iami-
| ly, but they booted at the idea rs perfectly alb
surd. ltalways had taken several hours to bring
| the butter, according to the memory ofthe old.
est inhabtant, and neces sarily, it always would
| When sunk into the lowest depths ofdespair on
inns SUBJECT, without one ray of hope or light
IN the dark future, with no prospect ahead but
to keep turning and turning till we should find
ourselves i'll the condition of the cork leg that
received such an impetus that it could not stop
our eye landed on the scientific column of d
weekly newspaper. There was the remedy right
at our hand, and we resolved to try it,
| We kept the cream beside the fire, stirring oc
cNsionally to equalize the heat Then we insert
ed thermometer and put the cream in to churr
at 90 degrees Fahrenheit and with few turning.
the butter came in five minutes We have
adopted this plan ever since and yesterday il
came in three minutes 1t is Of good color too
/ and for winter butter cannot be beaten