The new dominion. [volume] (Morgantown, W. Va.) 1876-1904, 1886-02-13
Bakers Ridge.

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are scarce, by which all may under
stand that nothing has transpired
to mar the peace, happiness and
quietude of our Ridge.
Mrs. Nanny Stewart, wife of Jerry
Stewart, is very low with consump-
ton. She is now with her mother,
Mrs. Clarinda Hoard, widow of the
late VIM. S. Hoard, who is doing all
faithful mother can do for her.
T. NJ. Baker closed his second
term of music at Mt. Pleasant, Pa,
on the Bird inst.
George Rich, son of ID. Rich, who
has been in from the West visiting
his father and other relatives, will
return soon to his western home.
Sorry to see George leave.
The river is frozen again and the
boys are having their fun on the ice.
0, that were boy again.
E. j. Everley is going to Chicago
to go inte business with Ed. Baker
in a few days. l hope he will make
million and come back to relieve
the burdens of our people in Monon-
gala.
Our school is moving along quiet
ly and successfully and our young
folks are being strengthened in the
good cause of education.
James Houston is improving
slowly and will soon be about, it is
hoped.
John w. Echart was up at our
literary society Saturday night and
stayed over night with Charlie Ba-
kerr
Miss Sarah Evans is about the
same as at our last writing.
am sorry to inform We editors
that our partridges are all dead, as
there have been none seen since the
blizzard. They were scarce before,
but now there seems to be none at
all. We are sorry to lose the "Bob
Whites" We will have to import
some Bobs to cheer our hearts in
spring time while we are blowing
our fields for the coming crop.
The following epitaphs are not To-
cal news, but they are rather Gu
rious, and possibly not entirely with
out interest. l have picked them up
here and there:
Here is one written on the head
stone where a worthless man was
buried, who always said he would
not work because his sweetheart
went back on him:
Beneath this stone
There lies bone
The last remains of worthless drone.
Strange to say, though not uncommon,
His life was blasted by woman"
There was once a very penurious
man who lived like brute and loan
ed his money at 10 per cent. and
after he was dead and buried, a
fellow cut this on his head stone.
"Here lies old ten per cent,
The more he made the more he lent;
The more he made the more he craved.
Good Lord can such q man savedy'
There was once man who lived
in England, whose name was Sir
John Trollope, who went to the ex-
pense of building fine tomb in
which to be placed, and had it COW
cred with large marble slab on
which he expected to have nice
epitaph inscribed. But before he
died, mischievious fellow slipped
there one night and cut as follows
on the slab:
Here lies Sir John Trollope,
Who threw these stones up;
When God Almighty took his soul up,
His body went to fill the hole up"
Here is another that was cut I'M
der similar circumstances.
Beneath this sod,
And under these trees,
Lies the body of Solomon Peas.
He is not here, only his pod,
He shelled ont his soul
And went up to Cod
Now what do we want inscribed
on our tombs, should be the ques-
ton we should ask ourselves. So
let us spend our lives that passer-
by will say. HE was a useful man
and did good in the world"