St. Johnsbury Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1867-1919, 1888-01-12

side to embellish with its first rays the
magnificent tomb which a grateful re-
public has erected for its great generalP
| Why does it not hurry to cross the
bridge of bridges, to linger moment
over Plymouth church from which so
much sunlight has gone, and stop to
dry the tear on the dollarOus cheek of
it's imported mourner.
! / FASTENED to put my group in order
and was straightway immersed in sea
of trouble. l placed Maine at the
back thinking the tall pines would
make so excellent back ground, but
the plumes of a Knight necessarily
famed by the breeziest of Calls con-
fused me, and | learned that Maine
would not sit unless alcohol and the
dark closet were prohibited. OF course
every member of the group wished to
look young, and sour looks were given
to the bald white head of New Hamp
shire, and it was even whispered that
she looked peaked. With Spartan
irmness [ depose and say that Yer
mont is my native state. 1t has taken
years of Brooklyn air to cure me of
calling it "VarmOunt" and of saying
''Du tell - Only from careful pains
taking am | able to substitute into for
in and pronounce d-r-a W and raw
dror and ror. Once thought that |
must take it's picture in the spring if
would get a sweet expression but
have learned better. One, crisp fall
day here in Brooklyn, i saw a sign
reading "New maple sugar" Eager
for learning, l asked the juvenile
| knickerbOcker i'm attendance if it were
really new. With infinite contempt,
tempered with pity and with charming
freedom from the fearful dialect of New
England, he replied, "That there sugar
into that box is new or we should not
say so. Maple sugar, Madam, is made
twice a year, i'll the spring when the
sap goes up and in the fall when the
sap goes down."
Then came the Uriah Heap of the
family, Massachusetts. 1t was hard to
make her hold up her head and difficult
to get all of her into focus. There was
Boston, commenced in 1920 and not
yet finished, that must have it's Gre
clan profile we'll defined. Springfield
had a wooden look but they told me
the American Board was there and de-
clared that if the picture was not good
at first it could have no second prOba-
ton. Even the meekest are vain on
at least one point and Massachusetts
claims that she is special favOrite of
Providence because as any one can see
all the rivers lie near the large towns.
Little Rhode Island was nervous and
rebellious. | fastened to bring Il high
chair and numerous appliances which
tend to induce a natural expression,
but the little dear was quite lost to
sight between the prongs of that in
strument of torture, that legacy from
the inquisitiOn, which we call IL head |
rest.
Grace Greenwood, an outside barba- |
rian born in the savage state of New
York, though of missionary parents
from Connecticut, says she has not a /
single article of furniture that came
over on that immense freight-ship the
Mayflower, and recalls sadly that
when she first visited the home of her
fathers, Lebanon, an old lady peered
into her face and said "Let me see,
you were born after you left Connect |
cut" | almost wished that spicy state
had never been born at all, she was so
troublesome. The modest clocks
would keep their hands over their
faces, and Weathersfield brought tears
to every eye; she insisted upon a
back ground of scenery which certain
y lends great charm to a photograph
the screen she chose was a birds-eye
view of her entire domain. The insti-
tuition founded by Elihu Yale, where
the art of ball-playing is taught, was
very conspicuous. OF course the stone
steps and prancing steed appeared. In
the immediate fore ground was an i'm
mense cluster of fruit; the fruit that
knows no "grater,"
And every mile or two the village spire seen
Pointing to that God who taug ht him to be keen.
Those eminent philanthropists who
have blessed the world with their be- |
nevolent ministratiOns and call them
selves spiritualists have kind of pho
tOgraph they call spirit picture. Like
the pictures of the impressionsts it is
sometimes difficult to decide between
the impression of ones grandfather
and the impression of Vesuvius. Could |
| take the spirit of my group | should
be sure of edifying You, but here again
the Maine member assures me that even |
departed spirits come under the ruling |
of the prohibition law New Hamp-
shire approves and | would that we
might catch the spirit of her great son
who "still lives" and who at Il New
England dinner in 1850 said: Would |
W OOt3 lCluS, NOuiu w OOu IlbO
when we carry our affections and our
recolections back to that period, we
could arm ourselves with something of
the stern virtues which supported the
Pilgrims in the hour of peril and ex-
posture and suffering. Would to God
that we possessed that uncOnquerable |
resolution stronger than bars of brass |
or iron which nerved their hearts that
patience Sovereign DER transmitted
ILL., and above all that faith, that re-
ligious faith which with eyes fast fixed
upon heaven tramples all things earth
ly beneath her triumphant feet" Yer
mont forgets her greenness and her
sweetness and | see only spirit of
courage and of valor. The rugged |
face of Ethan Allen looks at me and |
Molly Stark is not a widow. No busy |
bee in any future presidential bonnet
will ever start new buzzing on ac-
count of returning to Vermont her bat
tie flags. She brought them all home, !
tattered and torn, grimy with dust and
baptized in blood, they hang every one |
in the state house at Montpelier to-
day.
1t would i'll become a woman to for
get the fresh laurels that crown the |
brow of Connecticut. With reluctant |
hand she has written above the name |
even OF the immortal Putnam, that of
Mrs. Marcella Rockford, to whom it has
been given to erase from the name of
woman, it's long worn brand of coward
ice, and to bury beyond all hope of
resurrection the tales of her fear of the
festive mouse and her scream on ac-
count of spiders, tales which till the
night of Nov. 81, 1887, seemed gifted
with immortal youth. Where, she asks,