The Monitor. [volume] (Woodstown, N.J.) 1884-1892, 1890-01-31


said it did and laid them out in the bar
gain, and tina it killed the trees too, as
dead as a pump handle.
There is alwa avs two sides of a question
and two ways of looking at it, ant. we now
want to call attention to the other side of
the everlastingly harped OH subject OF
s'booms." Local writers Of the penny-a-
line order, in contributing their quota of
news to the worlds miscellany, are moth
ing if not immense in putting up a per-
son, place or thing, but the sumner ZONES
in on a s. or $40 description of a town,
city or hamlet. Blooming" ''making
rapid strides, " Forging ahead, ; ''of phe-
nomenal growth, ''of marvellous growth, y
and like galore are promiscuously flung
right and left. This is well. Well for the
fellow getting the s. or $40, and well for
the town, If built on other than a rarer
foundation, but the other side, as we said
above, is what we wish now to discuss.
Some persons seem to have the impress
sion that if a town is not "forging ahead, J"
if it is not doubling its population every
three or -four years, it is undesirable as a
place of business or residence, and Of but
little account anyway, but we hold there
are other phases of attractiveness beside
the constant increase of population and ag-
gregation of brick walls, stone road ways,
and concrete sidewalks.
God made the country,
Man made the town.
and outside of the superficial and unnat-
urally acquired taste for city life, there is
a sense of rest and quiet in the country
which is not found in towns which are
perpetually laying out new streets,
Strengthening old ones and sewering, tun-
neling and tinkering at all Of them.
There is a charm about the old villages
of our county that in these hurrying,
scurrying days Of the telegraph, telephone,
electric light, etc, we are apt to overlook
or at least undervalue. To us especially OF
"the sere and yellow leaf
what is more refreshing than a stroll
through such hamlets as Canton and Han
cocks Bridge, and see them, almost pre-
cisely as good old DR.. David Jayne saw
them so or GO years since. Or Alloway,
where, with the exception of now and then
a modern building, one sees it about as old
"Billy" Wood, Peter Blackwood, iona
athan House, and others saw it when only
plain ~Thompson's Bridge, or later, when
the Reeve Bros. knew it as Allowaystown.
Sharp, of Revolutionary fame, and of the
two generations of Doctor Yarrows many
years later. There are other places, too,
of which we might speak. each of which
have a history and charm peculiarly their
own, unknown to the deniZens ofhustling.
driving. break-neck cities.
1t is said the late Drs. Wood were adj
verse to town improvements about the
village of Greenwich, Cumberland county,
and longed to enjoy the quiet of their an
cestral acres, unvexed by the din of the
manufacturer or hum of the busy artisan,
and were much annoyed when the West
Jersey Railroad Company placed their line
of travel on the verge of the village lead
ing to Bay Side.
To us on the shady side of life how
pleasant in reyisiting the home of our
childhood and see the same old landmarks
We saw when a boy, to go along the same
paths, to see the same old houses, the same
church, same school house, the same
swimming pond, and other things the
same as we saw them when a child. Even
if found this way, if no alteration in
them, there is change enough when it
comes to looking up the old associations
of home, and the early friends of youth
change enough, God knows, To make sad
the least impressible soul. The same
streets, the same houses, but where the
forms and faces VIC saw in carly youth?
Echo answers, where?
No, there is something more in life than
mere hustle and hurry, and We turn from
them, now and then, as the wearied trav-
eller turns to the quiet nook beside the
dusty highway and thank God for His holy
rest, an antedate of that rest We shall en-
joy when We come into His presence.
Among Our Exchanges.
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