The Monitor. [volume] (Woodstown, N.J.) 1884-1892, 1884-09-05
scraps Along The strand.

Old Mr. John Munyan is dead His
friends laid away all that was mortal of
him on Sunday, and while he has solved the
problem of eternity the promise is left us,
''Thc people of God do enter into rest -
Pennsgrove has arisen on the scarcely
rotted roots of the primitive swamp yet
she remembers her Creator in the days of
her youth, her founders have laid hold on
christianity. and three churches built and
rebuilt will soon be dedicated. Rumor
says the chapel will make start this week.
1t has been put ont to be built by a Mr..
Davis for $6600
The Pennsgrove brass band started off
hayward this morning in a swift sailer for
fishing, and as the nelliiluous notes died
away on the smooth waters, it reminded us
of the old sang, 1--WE are a happy little
band hallelujah!'
The sportsmans gun awakes us as the
night steps back and the day comes sweep
ing in. Fowlers by dozens stray along
Oldmans creek, and the sportsman has
made his home at Bridgeport the village of
birds. A score Of unique cabins beautiiy
the banks for three miles, VI lille the island
was never more attractive.
Last Thursday was a gala day with your
happy though humble scribe. Nestled away
with Bruna's last excursion, looking ocean
ward. and seated by an old chlm. whose
friendship has been as pure as the snow
flake, faithful as time, and as firm as the
hills. for quarter OF a century. We
steamed through beautiful country with
its pelds, fruits and flowers reminding us
of Frederick Brema' $ ''flones of the New
World" Soon however, scarcely elancing
at town and city, we were rushing through
"A sea of bushes. Here, too in the home OF
the deer, God has not forgotten to plant his
flowers, and as though to remind us of lost
Eden he decorates moor, marsh, and mead
with bloom and even considers the lilies.
Far away in Central Africa a little flower
gave Mungo Park lesson of trust, when
robbed by savages and left To perish in the
desert But new life sprang within him As
he saw a little flower blooming by his side,
and he reasoned God who watered that
flower will take care of me. will push
on. The thought saved the brave man.
A word for capitalists must be thrown in
parenthentically. What one man would have
pushed a railroad to our beautiful Cape
May. who would have tied the Atlantic and
Pacific together with iron bars and sent
the traveller by steam from Calf to lakes.
The bosom OF the old ocean was rs quiet as
the pools and ponds by the wayside, and
who would think, standing on its partly
SlisthstS view iif Piseel' Ns'-
tiers, so beautiful in all its quiet glory, that
in a few moments it can be transformed
into thing ugly, wicked and furious,
while staunch boats, tempest-tossed, re-
minds the pale deck hand that he may
never be called until the sea gives up its
dead We all understand the laws ofevap-
Grafton, and it is 4 sublime thought that
the mighty deep sends its breath over the
mountains to bedeck them with snow, it
hurls out the storm cloud, deluge and dew,
touching the skipping rivulet, laughing
brook and smiling lake, kissing thou
| sand pools and sending its gushing waters
under our feet to million springs. bathing
weary limbs, filing every engine, driving
every spindle, moving every loom, lifting
every hammer, and starting every mill,
saw and drill. 1t sends the locomotive ON
errands and drives the steamship over its
own mad pillows. 1t is is the spirit of
motion in all the wheels of industry, and
the pulsation of the world, and yet Jehovah
touches its ire and cries "peace be stilf'
as he holds,its waters in the hollow of His
hand. tr- Is. ;. IL.
Quilting Cotton sold only by weight
same as sugar and coffee--you pay for
what you get. and get all you pay for.
There is no other just and equitable way to
sell it; 12c. TO 1ic per pound.
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