The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1877-10-27
For The Cecil Wing
"SWINGING ROUND THE CIRCLE"


is not cherry tree within ten miles of it.
was very beautiful day. In the evening
we went to church. The congregation was
small but attentive. We subsequently learn
ed that Mr.. France, the minister in charge,
was absent at a tent meeting some miles
distant, and thither had gone many of his
congregation. In the absence of the preach
er, the Doctor officiated, and gave us a
regular old time Methodist exhortation to
repentance and good works. He seemed
to be very much in earnest upon the sub
ject, and we hope that he was.
The graveyard occupies very conspicu-
GUS elevation just north of the town proper,
and can be very plainly seen from the Main
street. l am not sentimentally fond of
rambling and musing in graveyards, and
would much rather visit pear orchard in
fruit season; but no orchard of any kind
with fruit on the trees was to be seen, SO
we consented to take walk in the grave
yard, one evening just at the sunset hour
On taking our first view of this Getty of
the Dead" we noticed that it contained an
unusual number of monuments for village
cemetery While we might pass by an
ordinary tombstone with cursory glance,
we are always curious to know who is
buried under monument. Probably this
feeling is augmented by the fact that we
lean religiously toward sect who do not
tolerate monuments of any description,
and have maximum height for the me.
mortal stones of their departed worthless
This strikes us as being wise, inasmuch as
it effectually prsoents guarding among the
ghosts about the disparity between the
heights and inscriptions of their several
tombstones. 1t is probably owing to this
sensible arrangement on the part of the
followers Of Penn, that peculiar quiet
pervades their burial places. We never
heard of any one being afraid to live beside
Quaker graveyard. On examining the
monuments at Cherry Hill, we found one
erected to the memory of brave soldier,
whose name was familiar to us all during
the civil war. Another recounted upon its
marble face the adventures Of the former
Chaplain of the Sixth Maryland. neigh
boring obelsk bears this striking inscrip-
ton: "He alaoays tried to make home happy"
Surely if this was his aim and object in life,
he richly deserved the marble pile which
marks his last resting place. "Brambles'
Delight and Briers' Glory would be very
appropriate name for the cemetery in it's
present unkempt condition. Years have
surely elapsed since scythe or sickle were
used within the enclosure. Running briers,
brambles and thistles hold high carnival
above the quiet sleepers, and it is with diff
ticulty we make our way out from among
the costly monuments and pretentious tomb
stones.
1t seems strange to be sojourning out of
the sound of the fierce locomotive with it's
shrill whistle, and to hear instead only the
sleepy tinkle of the bells attached to the
primitive stage coach. No telegraphic de-
spatches of defaulting cashiers, train wreck
ers, Bender murderers, or other gay and
festive members of society, ever startle the
serene quiet of Cherry Hill. No midnight
revels of Anti Murphyites disturb the slum
bers of the order-loving Inhabitants, as no
hotel casts its blighting shadow over the
little village.
One day we visited the Public School,
and found the machine running smoothly,
being engineered by Mr.. E. S. Quigley and
Miss Fannie killough. We can testify to
Mr.. Qnigley's superior abilities as a teacher,
having been pupil of his in our child
hoods happy days.
After. leaving the village school house,
we walked out in the vicinity of Cedar Hill
to see some old time friends whom we were
assured would give us homely but hearty
welcome; and we were not disappointed.
Our way lead through the pretty valley in
which Carriers paper mill and operatives
cottages are situated. Our first impress
sions of this place, and some of its original
Inhabitants, was communicated to the pub
lie through the columns of Boston paper
some years ago, and we will not reterate
them here. We dropped into the eolored
school at Cedar Hill one morning. We
found it presided over by "the colored
man and brother whom "Quilp" referred
to in his account of the Institute. last
Spring. "Quilp" says of him, that in
speaking upon education topics "he COM
pared favorably with his white brothers."
We should say, that as practical teacher
he not only compares favorably with them,
but if the truth were told, some of his
white brothers and sisters of the profession
would suffer immeasurably by the COMPARE
son. A cheering amount of intellectual
life, i. e. eagerness upon the part of the
pupils to receive, and of the teacher to
impart, knowledge, was found within the
walls of this humble house. Some of these
little ebony seekers after learning, am
told, walk distance of six or seven miles
daily.
On the morning after the great storm, we
babe farewell to Cherry Hill. We were
disappointed at not being able to visit the
Poor House," but have little doubt that
we will enjoy that pleasure at some future
day. At least such is the outlook for the
future at present.
The stage coach carried us safely to Elk
ton, in spite of broken bridges and deep
wash-outs. Our otherwise quiet Journey
was enlivened by the musical tinkle of the
"bells " upon the horses necks, and the
'horse TALK of the driver He is the
same parsonage whom we photographed
with our pen in the Boston Journal, in the
letter before referred to. He looks not a
day older than he did then. There is not
an added wrinkle in his keen face. His
curiosity as to where you come from,
whittier you are going, and where you live
when you are at home, has abated not
whit. Well, we rather like people who
evince an interest in our affairs, although
we do not always reward their solicitude
with the truth!
We are fully prepared to recant the YER
dict which we passed upon Elkton in our
letter to The Wing of April 2Sth, 1877. A
sojourn in the pleasant home of one of her