The Press., 1891-10-01
conscientious christian gentleman, devot

conscientious christian gentleman, devot- ed to his work, and highly esteemed by his associates in the ministry, as well as the community in which he labors." In asmuch as his departure will be our sacri- flee we trust that others will be the gain CTS.
 A light brush of gold just sweeps over the centennarian naples, the titmouse hunts high and low for an appetizing CO., coon, the gray gopher weeps because the potato bins were filled ere his insatiate stomach ''swelled visibly," and if horned bacteria and hair snakes now infest grapes and apples there probably isn't a small boy who is not all akink with Ospankstia- germini- ermin-gourmandtia, though not prepared to report on any particular case; am speaking on general principles, pointing to the old truism that if aught seemeth beautiful or perfect or available for creature comfort, watch, therefore, for an insidious attack on. the treasury. There is no such thing as momentum in fate. It is always at dead pull, always at work.
 Methods of agriculture in this, as in every community, should be suited to cir cumstances, both of adaptation in cutiva- ton and in finance. Wonder what would be the excessive remarks of Newcomb Dow, deceased, if he could know that the old "corner lot" had yielded between 60 and 65 tons of hay in this present sum- mer's growth. It is an exacting husband ry that turns the odd dollar on an upland farm, and if the soil is invigcrated with such ample dressing as H. F. Dimock dusts over these wet fields, why is it not well for the old denizens to "prove" their soils by doing likewise? Superintendent Stewards creamery is appointed with a scientific apparatus for heating milk for the young grade "Holstein Freeze'ems," !" ! as Jim calls the new strain, and the room is tidy enough for a princess to dine there- in. Joe is a good manager, and works for the proprietor's interest. All the quiet, inviting vine clung glory of the Dimock country seat is enough to make ones heart ache to leave and quicken to return to. Every little nook and niche and weather stained stone and prop of any sort is bril- liant and green with blooms and runners Beds and hedge rows are all footed with | delicate and faithful flowers. This gar den of varied bloom tempts the very brownies, the senses are en rapport and almost catch 8 strain of Beethoven's mu- ] sic coming up from somewhere amid the | floral plumes. The road margins are dense with the feathering clematis, gen 1 tians, bitter sweet, and the Solomon's seal pendant with berries and almost as grace full as parlor palm.
 ! The fiuttering of the death angels wing has scarcely ceased within village fam l Gly circle of six hitherto unbroken, and Zine parental and grandparental presence l of MT. Henry N. Moore is now missed from the home of MT. and Mrs. Geo. l.. Phillips. The latter was daughter of the deceased. MT. Moore had been an | invalid from a wasting disease for some years, but his recent decline in health has been characterized with rapidity, and on ] Wednesday, Sept. 18th, he saw the last of earth. Within the charmed circle of home his associations had been the most happy and beloved. A very tender and beautiful companionship that has ever ex- isted between the departed and his two grandsons, Master George and Master Louis Phillips, both in their early teens, is now severed, but the influence of his spotless life, his equitable bearing and the gentle words of admonition can but make lasting impression, aud when his lips were almost too feeble to articulate
 he voiced an expression of praise to the young lads, as if in happy remembrance for their filial and loving regard of their aged grandfather, shown in respectful ad- dress and acts of thoughtfulness. About
 10 years ago MT. Moore served as post master. He was an honored citizen, a man of retiring habits ,and when his senti-
 ments found expression by voice or pen they ever furthered the cause of right.
 Until his health failed he was an active
 worker in the M. B. church. He was 7s years of age and leaves a widow and a circle of bereaved friends. But the tide
 of affairs drifts on, some hearts ache and some rejoice, but bye and bye the pale
 angel will call at other doors and with a
 silent hand break the deadlock.
 Thanks to Mrs. Benoni Irwin for drives
 She Hicks rein over the sleek back ot
 her Pegasus and away he wings through the, undergrowth and into the woodsy
 borders after a. red, headed Jack k-in-the.
 pulpit, or some questionable appearing 1 ramblers, over whose bfilliancy and rus
 tic grace his city driver just goes daft
 Mr. Lucian Curtis, father of Mrs. l., is
 expected soon to return to this place after
 an absence of forty years. MA. B.
 South Coventry, Conn.