Saint Mary's beacon. [volume] (Leonard Town, Md.) 1867-1983, 1883-01-25
tOssr..peua.as.. y d. B.ssoaa,,
ALLEN. NM. Jan. Is. 1883.

Dear Beacon I'm drifting down
the rapid. restless stream Of life, wild
romantic scenes burst in all their
magni6cencs and enrapturing splen-
dor upon the astonished and delighted
vision. The soul goes out, feasts, ex-
pands and mingles, as it were, with
the beautiful and grand in nature
the heart imbibes a spirit of sympa-
thy and learns to pulsate in unison
and harmony with the throbbings of
nature. The physicalwants and spir-
itual longings are all satisfied. Moth
ing more seems requisite to consum-
mate the happiness of one thus situa-
ted. Wrapped in sweet meditation,
obliVious to all things save the object
of contemplation. foretaste of heav-
en- is enjoyed. and it ishere we would
pause already to exclaim, este peYpet-
stGl but our frail bark is swept on by
the apathetic waves Of time in the
ceaseless round Of change. Chemis-
try, observation and experience teach
as that change Il written everywhere.
We see it on the lofty mountain icy
peak, We see il in the dark recesses
of the earth. The antidiluyian rock
that has survived the storms of cen
turtles exhibits the impress of times
''insatiate tooth" Nor is change lin
ited to this grand acknowledgement.
The telescope reveals it in bold i'm
pressive characters upon the shining
worlds above US.
'Thus the seer,
With vision cleRr,
Sees forms appear aud disappear,
ia the perpetual round Of strange,
Mysterious change
From birth TO dealh, from oath 10 birth,
From earth to heaven, from heAyea 10 earth
Till glimpses more sublime o
OF things unseen before,
URiO bis wondering etes reveal
The Universe rs an Unreasonable wheel,
farming f're-ermore
In the rapid and rushing river Of Time
z Several years stretch out before the
retrospective eye since it was my
pleasure to gaze on the verdant hills
of my native county. or bask in her
golden sunshine. During THAT SEEM
ingly ephemeral period. I've lost my
self in the siderial plains and wan
dered from snow-capped mountains
into the dismal regions Of the earth,
where the sutIshine never penetr,Ites,
and unused on carboniferous days
days, when mother earth enjoyed a
genial, tropical climate, when
strange. grotesque vegetation -four
ished with more than tropical luxu-
Rance. Truly. the geological field,
though dark. dismal and gloomy. is
an interesting and instructive one.
Has the mantle of immunity been
thrown over Che face Of old st.
Mary's, aud does she wear the same
Old familiar smile? Where are the
companions of my youth ? Where
are the paths Of my puerile feet2
Where are the dear old friends whose
encouraging. inspiring voices fell like
soft music on my carr Where are
the soft, languid orbs in whose liquid
depths I've often seen my image?
Echo answers where.
Since / began this article several
inches of snow have fallen, and our
little village has been made musical
by the jingling Of sleigh-bells. Old
and young. single and married, have
turned out to enjoy sleighing and a
merry time is anticipated.
Situated on the line between Som
erset and Wicomieo counties in the
centre Of the strawberry land, eight
miles from Salisbury and seven from
Princess Anne. Allen, is favorably
located and is bright. popular little
village. Inlthe village are one church,
one schoolhouse. four stores. black.
smith and wheelright shop and one
steam mill. No ardent spirits arsa
sold and 20 rarely Is q disciple Of BacA
chus seen, the appearance of one
throws the entire village into the
widest oommotion. The people are
strictly temperate and industrious.
The chief industry consists in the cul-
tivation Of strawberries. which are
grown in profusion CoMET.