Martinsburg independent. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1875-1900, 1882-06-17

ing the drenching rain to whict
we were subjectad.n
A strawberry festival held by
the members of the M. E Church
of this place, is one OF the latest
things on the tapis. They realiz.
ed $50 and upwards, which will
be appropriated to the repairs of
the church. The festival was lib
orally patronized by Outsiders and
other denominations. especially
the Presbyterians. Raising $50
i'm two nights, / think was doing
remarkably well, considering the
tightness of the money market,
and the general but unnecessary
complaint among the people |
do abhor this constant stream of
complaint, coming from people
who enjoy 80 many heaven-b born
blessings as we do We have
many more OF the comforts of this
life than we deserve, still SO many
are dissatified. Our fields present
sea of living green and will soon
wave with golden grain ready for
the scythe-hunger will be salts
fed and our pockets will be filled.
Yet we complain. Old mother
earth throws up her crystal foun-
tains to quench our raging thirst;
our hills are dotted with the inno-
cent lamb and parent sheep to
supply US with raiment; work of
all kinds is abundant and free to
everybody who desires to lux lri-
ate in that way-which expands
the muscle, developes the mind,
supplies us with vitality, keeps
us out of mischief and gives us an
appreciation of these blessings
which are lavished upon us in
such abundance. And we have
health, one of the most inestima-
BILE of these bestoWals, and yet
you hear nothing but continual
whine of discontent,of doubts and
fears that God, in his proffered
mercies. intends to deceive. The
children of Israel are nothing to
compare to these sore-headed old
winners, because they bore their
trials and privations with much
greater humility than a great
many men now do who lie in the
lap of luxury. They had cause for
complaining-we have none.
In my last communication l re-
ferred to the illness OF our neigh
Dor, Mrs. G. w. Henson. She is
dead. "Gone to that bourne from
whence no traveller returneth.'
Thus pass the full blown flowers
of life. Death has willed a stern
decree and we mnst bow submits
sively. Old mother Henson So
journed here for three score years
and ten. She filled the mission
of life in the allotted time, and
passed beyond the river, sleeping
in the arms of Jesus.
Our hay and wheat harvest is |
nearly upon us-of course few are
ready-it Away comes too early
or too late to suit the average far
mer. The season has seemingly
been a little backward, but | take
it for granted that it is all right,
and console myself that the same
Almighty power that has watch
ed over US in centuries past, will
not desert us now.
/ frequently visit your town
and hardly ever fail to drop In and
see the "boss restauranter," Dick
Cooper. The near approach of
our harvest rather compelled me
70 pay him a visit this time III
had heard so much talk about his
harvest whiskey, that / thought /
would drop in and sample it. /
could but exclaim In the words of
Of the man who visit the Queen
Of Sheba, "the half has never been
told me-" 1 intend buying a few
barrels from him for my own
private use, and would recon-
mend it to our farmers as being
cheap, not only as to price but as
TO quality. You, farmers and
people, will hear more
about Dick through these letters
If he don't "bust up' on selling
harvest whiskey.
Willie Clendenning has Just re-
turned from Baltimore where he
has been laying in a stock of
goods for his employer, Geo. w.
North. His selections have been
made with great care and show
hat he is possessed of rare taste
n his business. 1t was his first ,
rip in the capacity of buyer, but
Is he has manifested such good
Judgment in his purchases this
line it will not be his last
Col. Hoge's letter in the INDIE
is so full of unfeigned
which so clearly marks ,
he gentIemanly demeanOr of the
nan, that it makes me feel good.
will 0nIu cav ar OraaanE that |