The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1876-02-12
One Hundred Years Ago.
" Your love- sick
Pickwick."

One hundred years ago wedding tours
were not fashionable.
One hundred years ago there were no
Confederate Generals in Congress.
One hundred years ago farmers did not
cut their legs off with moving machines.
One hundred years ago our mothers did
not worry over dsordered sewing machines.
One hundred years ago horses which
could trot 4 mile in 2:14 were somewhat
scarce.
One hundred years ago it took several
days to procure a divorce and find a con-
genial spirit.
One hundred years ago there were no
disputes about the impoliteness of street.
car drivers.
One hundred years ago ''crooked' whisky
was not known. Our forefathers took theirs
straight.
One hundred years ago every young man
was not an applicant for a position as clerk
or book-keeper.
One hundred years ago kerosene lamps
did not explode and assist women to shuttle
off their mortal coil.
One hundred years ago men did not COM
init suicide by going up in balloons and
coming down without them.
One hundred years ago England was not
far behind the United States in all that
goes to make a nation powerful and pro.
gressive.
One hundred years ago the Dutch had
taken Holland, but they had not made
France leone down" with handsome
pile of "smart money!
One hundred years ago young woman
did not lose caste by wetting her hand in
dish water or rubbing the skin off her
knuckles on dashboard.
One hundred years ago the physician
who could not draw every form Of disease
from the system by tapping large vein in
the arm was not much of a doctor.
One hundred years ago men were not
running about over the country with mil
lions of fish eggs to be Matched to order.
Fish superintendent their own Matching in
those days.
the weather on the LIST of January was not
telegraphed all over the continent on the
evening of December 81. Things have
changed.
One hundred years ago people did not
worry about rapid transit and cheap trans
portation, but threw their grain crops
across the backs of their horses and I'M
complainingly event to mill'
One hundred years ago every man cut
his coat according to his cloth, every man
was estimated at his real value, shoddy
was not known, nobody had struck "i lie,
and true merit and honest worth were the
only grounds for promotion.
80
A UNION PRISONERS REvENGE.-The
Winona Republican says: Mr.. Charles
Niedenhofen, of this city, on Tuesday, re-
lated in our hearing some incidents of his
experience in various rebel prison pens
during a period of over eighteen months.
Mr.. Neidenhofen was an officer of the Ninth
Minnesota Regiment, and was captured at
Guntown, Miss. He was at Andersonville,
at Macon, and at Salisbury. One incident
and its sequel was related with peculiar
satisfaction by Mr.. Niedenhofen. At the
close of the first days march after their
capture, the prisoners were turned into a
filthy cow-yard to sleep without a single
blanket-they had been robbed Of their
overcoats and blankets-or any other means
Al
oners, New Jersey officer, was badly
wounded, and Mr.. Niedenhofen went to
the rebel commander of the guard, Capt.
Davis of the Kentucky Rangers, and beg
ged him for a blanket to shelter his wound
ed friend. The chivalrous son of Kentucky
replied only with a volley of curses and a
blow from his sword. Shortly after the
close of the war Mr.. Niedenhofen happened
to be q guest at the Planters House in St.
Louis, and he saw the man Davis in the
billiard room. He recognized him instantly,
and his first impulse was to throttle the
inhuman wretch then and there, but after a
moments REELECTION he thought of better
way of Furnishing him. He tapped him on
the shoulder, called him by his name and
title and asked him to take drink. The
! ex-rebel Captain at first denied his name
and thought there must be some mistake,
but his former prisoner looked him straight
in the eye and related the incident above
mentioned, giving the exact date, and tell
ing him that his maltreated prisoner stood
before him. Then the conscience stricken
coward, trembling in every limb, broke
down completely, and with blush of shame
acknowledge his wrong and begged forgive
snese. Mr.. Neidenhofen told him frankly
that he harbored no feeling of malice against
him, and the two men shook hands in token
of reconciliation.
sB-It is Longfellow who says, "ln the
lives of the saddest of us there are bright
days, when we feel as if we could take the
great world into our arms Then come the