St. Johnsbury Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1867-1919, 1877-03-30

| and told that he was 'cused of firing a
gun twice against de law and asked If
guilty or not guiltyq answered that
l admitted the firing, but denied the
guilt. That all Christian nations hold
the Bible to be Gods law, and all the
great writer's on law claim that mans
laws must be made to conform to it;
and if they do not that they are void.
That four millions of cOlOred people
were made and held slaves, by the laws
of the United States,-that we of the
North believed these laws void, because
they were in violation of Gods law,
which requires us to do by others as we
would that they should do by us that
we disregarded these laws of man and
broke your chains and made you free.
the Bible, because there was no Grim
lnal or wrong intention and no injury
done to any one, and was done through
ignorance. There is not an instance,
in the whole Bible, where such an
offense is called sin or threatened
with punishment. Besides this, all our
courts and magistrates, are expected to
use discretion in such cases, and have
power given them to dismiss complaints
like this, and frequently do so, when
no injury was done or intended. His
honor evidently was in doubt what to
do with it and compromised with his
sense of right and his greed for money,
and fined me one dollar. thought the
show cheap.
The State of Georgia gave Gen. Green
tract of land on Cumberland Island,
near the southeast corner of the state
He built large mansion on it and
ornamented and adorned his ground,
with trees and flowers, oranges and
olives, and made it almost paradise.
He died and was buried on it. There
Is no monument to mark his last resting
place, and no one knows were his ashes
repOse. He left no descendants there,
and decay and neglect are turning it
back into a wilderness again. Light
Horse Harry Lee) the father of the
late Confederate General-R. E. Lee,
was buried near Gen. Green's planta-
ton, and has simple monument that
briefly tells his story.
l asked a bright three year-oId, play
ing in the sand here, if he was not afraid
that the great black hogs would eat him
up. He said, no 'fraid the hogs eat
me, eat the hogs. A little darkie girl
here answered her Sabbath school
teacher that she didn't want to die
she rudder be an angel and have fedders
like hen.
1t is early morning, and such a morn
ing as is never seen at the North. The
air is balmy, and soft, and sweet with
the perfume of flowers. am sitting
OH the bank of the broad river, and
looking out along its green woodland
shores, and far off reaches. 1t is deep
repose, and stiffness, and glitter, and
glory. Memory rushes back to the
dear days OF childhood, all warm in
mothers love, and hallowed by in
nocence, and faith, and hope; and
glancing along life's pathway, fingers
on many sunny and green spots, and
on the banks of shining waters, when
happy hours were squandered, and Joy
Gus songs were sung. Sad memories
too, come thronging up, of faded
flowers, and withered hopes; of dear
ones gone, and joys departed, that can
come to us not again in this life. And |
turning away from these changing.
delusive, and unsatisfying scenes, we
look up into the deep blue vault of
heaven, and treasured by Gods smile,
catch glimpses of the Infinite, and of
pictures more magnificent than any of
earth, that shall be spread out before
us, without shadow or change, forever.
DAVID GooDALL.