The Breckenridge news. (Cloverport, Ky.) 1876-1955, 1893-12-27
AND FISHING.
BY JOSEPH b. CoTTRcLI, u. D.

| am tempted sometimes to tell an
editor what an excellent paper he Is
making through editorials, clippings
from exchanges, and otherwise but
compliments are so cheap and palaver so
plentiful, there is estoppase, and flank
off to perpendicular line from that of
commentator taken, If indeed there
is not an about-face and march in the
direction of accusation and quarrel.
It's best now, at the beginning Of this,
to tell you aboht my fishing. My SON
in-law's house is but few steps from
the Ohio river-only the street to cross
and you are at the brink of the bluff.
"And, Joseph, we are up here on the
banks OF the Ohio! always wanted to
live on the Ohiow Daughter called to
my memory the other day that exclama-
ton of "Mama's," after we had gotten to
the parsonage here in the fall Of 1884.
II prompted me to step to the door and
look out at the Ohio. How cumulative
is sentiment through magnetic touch Of
phenomena, made sacred by association !
The Ohio flows gently The bend the
river makes round TO the northwestward
as in reluctance to any southwark flow,
has been called Bells bend but under
enchantment of scenes of sunset, and
others OF cleaning radiance of reflected
stars through simmer OF the waves I'M
der night-whisperings from the frna-
ment, I've been inspired to qualify the
name by an aesthetic, if not poetic, touch
remaining it Bellview bend; and the
new name is gradually creeping to the
lips Of the people. Cloverport is divid-
ed, half and half, by Glover creek, that
is spanned by bridge near the point of
its junction with the river-the main
street of the --city-crossing it.
| you see write Town with capital 7
and city with alittle c,) Mr.. Shorts
, residence is to the southwark Of the
bridge, and at the beginning of the curve
that gives the rhythmic view upon which
30 often gaze, in meditation Of what
"Mama" said about the enchantment
there was to her from the Ohio. A river
thus become liquid tongue in converse
with the clouds, whilst my soul--some-
times tranquil, sometimes heaving like
the seals smitten by the love of the
| armament, out of which the stars seem
to be doing their best to tell of the glory
to which earth's dear children are invit-
ed. Letus sing as we ascend, responsive
to the chime of the golden bells "Be
We lifted up, ye everlasting DOORS" and
let tn. pilgrims pass. They are weary,
oh, so weary! under weight-of shad
ows =? i H.s
Llhad a.. tumble down the bluff, day
before yesterday that came near punctu-
ating, with a period, my bother about
Original or birth-sin," the law of retri-
button, and the life. The descent is a
PERCEPTIONS one, and losing my balance
with can OF worms in one hand and my
fishing rod in the other, here / go Ia
log at the foot receiving me. Mercy
what shock! There l lay, wracked
with pain from the concussion,- 80 para.
lyEed as 10 wonder il l must die. But
my daughter came to the brow Of the
bluff why just then is one Of the myster'
ies,) and her voice, "Pappie, what's the
natter" was resurrection music. She
crept down to me, found my spectacles,
gathered up my worms, untangled my
tackle and helped me laugh. The hand
that planted the lachrymal glands also
strung the risible, nerves. The father in
the parable, who typed the divine Faith
er said: at was meet that We should
make merry" . H
i got up from beside the log against
which had fallen, and limped over t.
the river. It's good policy in life to go OF
to your work, or to your sport, to get well
don't 20 to bed and feed your feeblenes'
with grunts and grumblings, nursin,
your complaints into mastery. And Sc
In SHINING, turn off from the affair In
practical announcement of the folly, anC
don't snifiie and whine and whimpe
about it,, That's the way ! would have
done, had ever sinned in this life.
can always catch more fish Tor should
put it fshep?) when alone. If any one
is with me, go to talking theology, an'
look around to the countenance OF m.
companion to see if my talk takes. Th'
nod OF the head Of one listening, is lik
the dance or dart OF a cork when fist
Jerks. doctor, look; you're getting
bite! jerkp' And so it Is; whilst wa
50 journing, by side fetch, the "doxie
OF my friend, the fish drew my cork un
der, and, now, here II is; a little chut
,, What numbers OF these l catch! Nv