Martinsburg herald. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1881-1920, 1890-11-29
Bunker Hill Correspondence.

Well, old boy, have come to life
again. took a stroll down the creek
seating myself upon rock by the old
boiling spring. / took view of No
vember's coming with its chill and
surly blasts. The sun was shining
but the clouds had sullen, leaden
hue, and there was dreariness on
field and forest. The stock nibbled
the green but dying grass, and their
rough long hair of the fall vas sign of
fast approaching winter. The gold
and purple leaves with half lost lnstre
were falling silently, slowly and sadly
to the gray heather beneath. The
trees that wooed me to their cool,
messy, summer shade were signing in
the autumnal air. A little bird light
ed near on dying stock of wild vine
and the lonesomeness of its twiter and
the full russell feathers of its fall suit |
seemed to announce the fast coming
IF the years dreariest month. Every |
breath of wind tossed in its cherries |
sway the ripe seed of the weed the
;ences seemed to slumber and the |
stream to glide without murmur on |
its journey through death to the life |
Ut the restless sea. The Sabbath still |
uess was doubly impressive it APP
peared as if nature had completed her
work, that the shadows of rest had |
.ome and all that was left was to close
the blinds of rest around the earth and
sleep till the spring again sounded the
all of the worlds resurrection. But
ireariness does not necessarily mean
sadness. walked home in the
cleaning and found a comfortable
feeling in seeing the light of the old
window cleaning clear and kindly
welcome to the comfort of the old
nome. But after all the world moves
IN in progress and happiness. In our
individual lives and in those around
as we are more apt to be impressed
with the sorrows of existence than by
IT'S happiness. We see the Grape on
the door and heed not the laughter of
children or the pealIng of the marriage
'ell. l often set in our store and with
'tners l am impressed by the tokens
# affection that follow to the last rest
ny place some loved form. But then
[ look again and see how far out-num.
nered are these gifts of sorrow by
hose which go to the house of laugh
Ter. The young man and pretty
maiden, the bride of tomorrow, pre-
airing for dinner the lover on his
way to a sociable; the dude in his
vide pantalooned vanity wealthy in
Is extravaganza laughing modesty
,eeking flowers ofinnocent simplicity;
Ill these troop before you and speak
# happiness it's a little world you
ire looking at ; take it all around and
GU find hundred laughs to one
ear.
Well, brother, our delay in not
writing earlier was that l with the
rest of the boys took salt river ride.
[ enjoyed the trip as well as one could |
ut was sadly disappointed. Iexpect-
ID square meal at the end of my
journey but imagine my disappoint-
nent when at the end / found that |
he Democrats had occupied the island |
50 often that they had eaten every
thing up, not leaving enough to feed |
our campaign rooster on. Just see
Them crow they think they have
struck it rich, don't they and well
should they crow for in 1872. when |
that great mountain of Repu blicanism |
gathers itself together and with its |
mighty arms sweep them up the great |
salt river again rejoice my good fell
lows, have your fun while you can,
it's only for short time, your meas
are has been filled to over flowing,
it's only your death-knell that has
oeen sounded. Your rejoicing in an
off year victory is only your dying
groans for 81, when the hosts of pro
tectionist gather around their standard |
bearer, marches on to a great aud
glorious victory, But we are num-
nered with the left, the future will
tell whether the great Democratic
party will practice what it has been
preaching or not tits doubtful case
in my opinion, anything to win has
been their motto in the past and
plainly seen in this victory; they have
nad their day but their epitaph is in
preparation for the next election.
IL, $3.50. OLD NICK.