The Rutland daily globe. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1873-1877, 1876-08-14
T., MONDAY MORNING, AUGUST II, 1876.
Glte Gmt|and 1aily Glohe
MONDAY, AUGUST IA, 1876.
Camp Hazard Glen Lake.

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who is God over all, and blessed forever.
The merry red-breast flutters
And chlrps her matn song;
Th- Jay bird mildly mutters
Thy stay has been too long.
The swallow joins the chorus;
And the pretty butterfly
Tint fits an hour before us,
Then turns away to die
flounts gaily Ia the sky.
The hilocks green with sweetness,
The ~avlng fields Of grain,
clothed v It'll rustic neatness-
beauty in completeness
Have all returned again.
Toward the south Sanford mountains
looms up so Rrandly to view ! When a boy
| often " ordered how and why such fine
old mountain lowered so high above the
surrounding landscape. If the clouds do
not often play around her summit, they
| frequently skim along Just above tie high
est pont, and soar hence, either toward the
Adrondacks, or disappear in the valley OF
the Otter Creek. Last evening as the
shades of night gathered over those lofty
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and as the sun shot her last glimmerng
rays above those rocky strong holds, they
looked like grim sentinels, sublime, ma
| isstic, lmpressiug one with the power of So
cieiy. Some one has said, God seems TO
have showed his greatest power in The
mountains, leaving them as mighty sym
bola, and the highest hope of his Omnipo-
tence. Thus, while musipg in the solemn
hour of night, when darkness shrouds the
skies. m covers the sleeping earth like
| pail, d. | recall The swtetsmile OF a sainted
mo her, now in Heaven, her long sought
home, far above the tleecy clouds, and won
! der if she has lost the power of prayer, and
whether her prayers of faith will always
rtmain unanswered. l gaze upon her pic
tuio and VITA CDwper say, son that those
| lips had langu G., life hes passed with me
but roughly since saw thee last" Home,
mother, heaven. 4 home without a m0lher
has lost It's sweetest charm. ! recall also
maiden with deep blue eyes and glsenlng
hair, ilsi bu,hiug into womanhood, ard
wish the gates Of heaven could stand ajar
ill she could rest Ter trusting arm on NINE,
and whisper jas; ono word Of hope. Fain
would 7ea hat smilc of ruth once visible
on thy HIS, aud feel again that hand of
msgic touch. aud hear one word of blessed
| cheer cfon nor, from thy spirit home.
| Child, whisper divine assurance, breathe
iuciTaoe loye--you ale not forgotten 81
shall go TO her In, she shall not return to
me. - man IS never better than when
he has the humblest sense of himself, and
never go unlike the spirit of evil, as when
his pld. is utterly vanished
Yesterday, when gathering some books
and papers to I, adj at Camp Hazard l
accidentally came across few leaves OF
the memorial anniversary of Castleton
Seminary" y lldy friend accuses me OF
having Castlelon seminary on the brain.
| Grant it., without one word of disse
Somebodys brain and purse ought to be
burdened for the benefit Of the old light
house now almost extipgushed. When
ever man of war passes The hull of the
frigate Constitution at Philadelphia, a gun
is fired in hoaor Of "Old lronsides," and
| her honorable career So when steamer
Is going ly Mount Vernon, where repose
the ashes of Pater Patride, the bell is toled,
heads are uncovered, and homage is shown
in various ways in memory of him whose
name we all love to speak, George wash
| 1 81 ~, aall N h0va
George Washington; and the girls shall
bear the names Of Martha w. Elizabeth
Hamilton, Molly Pitcher, Anna Bailey,
ct cRtera Mother B,iley was the gritty
wife of Capt. Z j.h Bailey, hero of the
revolution, and who also figured conspicu-
ousy in the war of 1912. When the
| British drove Commodore Decatur into
| New London harbor, and threatened to
lombard the town, Mother Bail y collected
all the flannel petlicoats she could find, not
exceplil her own, to make cartridges for
the cannon. sit was heavy, new ONE
said the old lady, II did not care for that I;
al | wanted was to see it GO through the
Enslhh men of war"
To-day have been living over the joy
ous scenes of that "memorisl anniversary"
of Jane % b. 1870 How our hearts then
fllttered 18th delight, thin king, yes, almost
knowing to moral certainly, that deliver
anctlhad come, and that our dear alma
N ter,v was to be rescued from undeserved
obl WON. Wen do | remember that elo-
unent historical address of the Hon. Henry
Clark of Rutland, in which like skiliful
artist, he hapI lily painted the illustrious
past, the ,ilvery present, and our antici-
pstons of brilliant future. X oh and rare
were The sparkling g'ms of thought that
chased each other III rapid succession, as
the bright dreams youth, and the realities
of vigorous manhood wrlled forth from hie
Unprecedented lips. and .ympalhizing breast
Or. Flank Smith hear y welcomed the
alumni" TO the Classic halls and historic
| Qrou, d. of the lin honored seminary. X.
G. Williams the veteran PRINCIPAL, read
poem of Aud La g Syne,' and all were
invited to tel themselves "at hum" X. q
rubbed his hands IN gleefu delight, and
every thil q was 'as merry as marriage
bell" W. G Lodge Delev are of delivered
another poem rpete with soul stirring
greetirg', sweet aspirations, and tender
memories of his siu lent home nestled So
lovingly amid these everlasting hills. AT
the pax after al ountful cola IN pre-
pared by the generous ladies of Caste on
Stirring speeches were male by Remington
and Steele of New York, Bailey and &.
Spencer of Fairhayen. Woodward Of Bran
don. Hooker of Middlehury, Manley Of
Rnlland, ii. Spencer If Burlington, Hyde
and Grose of Hydeville, Cantwtll of Ma
lone aud Fraucis of Cas'leton. The ''sem-
mary GIRLS cond to none in all the graces
DR. Frank Smith. Aud last, but by no
means least, the facetious and now happy.