Frostburg mining journal. [volume] (Frostburg, Md.) 1871-1913, 1892-10-15
SENiI-LOCAL NEWS.


Something of Interest.
The JOURNAL takes the liberty of
copying few paragraphs from a pri-
vate letter received this week from
Miss C. B. Trout, of Front Royal, Va.
The poem referred to appeared in the
JOURNAL of Sept. II, and is clear
case of literary theft, as Miss Trout
intimates, and whose statement is sub
stantiated by the scrap book Of a
Frostburg lady. Miss Trout is herself
poet and literary critic of preten-
sions too modest and talent too little
INDUCED. Moreover, she is, as the
JOURNAL has enjoyed occasion to men
ton before, a native of Frostburg
Iwant to thank you for the JOURNAL, which
regard as an Old friend, and wish it and
its editor all manner of success.
Also want to thank you for the Cumber-
land paper containing Prof. Buckey's article.
1t is unique, to say the least of it.
And another thing | want to say is-that
little poem published in the JOURNAL about
three weeks ago, purporting to be from a
Western girl to Mr. Harrison, was written to
Mr.. Cleveland by a lady Of Front Royal,
Miss Lucy Buck, who received promptly
from Mr. Cleveland one of his cravats before
Mr. Harrison was anything to his country
but his grandfather's grandson. | read it at
the time.
We are improving, if we do not say much
about it. There could be no better water
works anywhere than we have-pure, soft
mountain water, and plenty of it. 1t comes
with wonderful force, too-enough to eX-
tinguish any fire and knock the buildings to
pieces, too, if too close to them
We have electric lights also.
Randolph Macon Academy, of which we
are proud, looks like an enchanted castle
when ablaZe with light.
Old Settlers SOlIIOQuy
The following poem is copied from
an extended manuscript of verslfied
history Of the times and thoughts of
early settlers of Iowa by d. f..
Miller, ST., native of Allegany coun-
ty, but a pioneer lawyer of Lee county,
Iowa:
Roll back the curtain of the years
And let me be child again
To nestle in my mothers arms,
And hear her lullaby refrain,
When had neither thought nor care,
Save that sweet, tender voice to hear.
Roll back the curtain of the years
And let me bea child once more,
a country lad such as l was,
When at the age of half score,
When fields and woods gave gladstone view,
When all the world to me was new.
Roll back the curtain of the years,
And let me be but twenty-one,
When first realized in full
My manhood life was then begun,
And looking to my future age,
| thought | saw but golden page.
Roll back the curtain of the years,
To give remembrance where | stood
With youthful maiden by my side
And bathed in smiles of happy mood,
Where we We're then made one for life,
And husband |, and she wife,
Roll back the curtain of the years,
To time my children were at home
An infant group Of happiness,
Where household pleasures brightly shone,
Though now they all have left my door,
To battle life on manhood's shore;
And oft their absence grieves and clouds my
soul
With feelings sad, beyond my thoughts
control.
Roll back the curtain Of the years
And let me live my long life DER
No that would be but duplicate
A twice-told tale and nothing more.
Roll back the years-nO, nothing more
OF human life | wish to see;
I've seen it all, and age seeks rest
IN future of eternity.
A future life-supernal birth,
Beyond the weary tolls of earth,
Where friends and relatives shall meet,
Where foes of earth shall kindly greet,
Where each shall answer others call
And worship God as Lord of all