Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1875-08-30


unknown to history and fame for forty
years, and when at last they came to
light they were produced from some
ones pocket, instead of from the ar
chives of the state Stranger still their
language was, in many respects, identi-
cal with that used by Jefferson in the
Declaration of Independence made and
signed in '76. If the Mecklenburg dec
laration is bona fde, then Jefferson pla-
giarized-something difficult for me to
believe.
But Carolina and her southern sisters
resolutely pin their faith to this creed,
and so, on the 21st of May, they had
their little Centennial, and made their
little speeches, and drank their wine.
Firemen hauled their engines, and ar
tillery men their cannons, under the
scorchiEg sun and blistering wind. Uni
ted States flags had to float, because it
wasn't quite safe to forbid them but
the stars and bars foated, also, and all
homage was paid by the gathered thou
sands to these .'mementos of cause not
lost, but sleeping for awhile"
twas big day for Charlotte
proud day, and thoroughly enjoyable
one for those who stayed at home and
celebrated on paper but a thorn in the
flesh to the tired, dusty, hungry thrOng
who ate the bread and bacon as fast as
it could be brought out, and in their
clamor for more set all the telegraphic
wires to ticking, in offices far and near,
till the refrain through all the towns
was:
| Send us bread and meat, bread and meat
The world to feed and nothing to eat
Bread and meat
But they had their day-a sorrowful
day for two brave young men who went
there strong and full of the hopes of
manhood, and came away on cots, Grip
Piled for life. A day of proud exaltation
! for the hot-headed ones who fumed and
scoffed and swore, when told that Presi-
dent Grant had been invited. These
'patriots" +" love their country, but their
country is very circumscribed in its lin
its !; they love their flag, but their flag
has room for fewer stars than graced
our banner in '76.
The widow of Stonewall Jackson with
their only child, little daughter, has
her home here in Charlotte Reputa-
tion ascribes to her lovely character
adorned with womanly and christian
graces.
In my childhood days, when thumb
ed Smiths geography, / learned that
North Carolina was noted for the pro-
duction of ''tar, pitch and turpentine"
Poor. old Carolina! to have but half
the truth told and that, the stickiest
half, was all too bad. Right here in
Charlotte is an assay Office made neces-
sary from the fact that tor twenty miles
around there are gold mines. Previous
to the discovery of gold in California,
North Carolina produced more gold than
any other state in the Union. And then
to be daubed and besmeared with tar,
pitch and turpentine Bah
The great excitement in California
drew off the miners and the work has
never been extensively resumed, though
never entirely abandoned.
Altogether Charlotte is quite place
"a busy, noisy place, it is, too, for the
intersecting railroads, with their screech-
ing engines, infuse life into the town in
spite of itself.
Coming on north we pass Salisbury,
the native place and present home of
Christian Reid, whose novels are gain
ing such popularity. | rejoice at her
prosperity, for she has an aged mother
dependent upon her.
Salisbury holds the graves of thou
sands Of our precious dead soldiers, who
, died in her prison pen. might write
pages about it, but the story of their
sufferings is keenly fresh in mothers
hearts after ten years of peace. Green
grass and bright flowers cover their
forms, but their souls have marched on
under a banner fairer than that fol
which they died. God took them in mer.
cy. Only our hearts sOiH cry out and
] heed not the command which is, "Peace
r be still %
) At Greensboro. fifty miles further on
D reached at the dead hour of night
5 l found my other half with quite a
7 much pleasure, too, as the famed woman
: found her piece Of silver; yet my pleas
: ure is tempered with pain, for here, al
: so, / bid adieu to nay pleasant compan
o ions. Mr.. and Mrs. Morehouse As W
f say our goOd-byes, my mental yisiOl
peer, anxiously adown the narrow path
I ways leading into our future, striving I
q see if they will ever intersect again
I but all In vain. The mantle of no clair
: voyant rests upon me. can see n
d sign. and can only wish for them
u --------ali blessings sweet,
And pray that He who hears the crying raven
: VIII guide cur wandering feet.
e Greensboro is slow. very slow; bu
It she is coming up. She is growing. Sh
s has made quite stride this spring. Sh