Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1894-12-07
essex County 1rrala.
ISLAND POND. vt. DECEMBER Z.
Idle Thoughts Just as they Occur.

willingly, and each hopes that when IT
results shall come before the people they
will be beneficial. All feel too tired TO
specifications or analysis now. And SC
on that stormy morning when the wor'
was done the members scattered tar ant
wide for home comforts and relief. We,
it was a raw and gusty dav. Yet that
rude man we passed had no occasion IL
say it WAS an ugly one for such days are
the heroic means by which kindly nature
accomplshcs her wise and subtle ccono'
mics. do not like to hear that day III
which | saw such bright warm PIC
lures as | did in this called ugly. We
went out of the cold vet sharp and zest-
full air into the car 4 little girl was
PLAYING on the seat. Among her toys
were burrs from trees. To her merry
pirlish fancy they were tasscls which she
placed upon her fathers hat amid a
crowd of strong stern men. The picture
was so suggestive of the thought that
as the stars are to the heavens, and as
flowers are to the earth, SO are children
to the grosscr forms of human life. Then
talking with her sparkling eyes she SAID
as plain as plain could be "hc likes my
little doll and lays her gently on his
great coarse hand" Then laying her
tiny hand upon my shoulder, still with
her eyes she prattled on, Il will trust
YOU, sir, if YOU do but love as | do my
little toys and Joys The mother spoke
of her home in the town where my friend
of long ago lies sleeping. He who by his
brilliant life shed added lustre on the
State and on himself And then she talk
ed of other lands and of the seas, (tor she
had Travelled muchl and saw all things
with the earncstneSS OF those new sensa-
tons born OF travel, and with that hnc
romantic fancy, which nature so often
lends tC woman. SO as love the ocean
with its soft yet mighty movements, and
its whispering mysteries, listened, pleas
ed with her stories of the sea; the gong
out Of ships, leaving all the world behind,
the wide and seemingly eternal separa-
ton of ones self from all the living; and
that feeling of sublimity and awe which
so intcnSitieS grief at parting from those
whom the huge ocean bears away appar-
emily from all the world and into some
great unknown. Then came the story
of its pcrils. how il had swallowed up a
brother and a sister. Then was not the
ocean like the morning. ugly! Oh, no,
she said it is not cruel. The captain was
to blame. Then she began from the
sacred teachings of her Church to tell
how wrongs. sutferngs and fearful
deaths came not alone from chance or
nature. The beautiful lesson was not
quite recited with all the charms which
virtuous womanhood adorns all moral
stories. nor was half the distance meas,
ured in our minds, when we had reached
the junction. where we parted.
We are III a landscape now, stretching
far and wide, coming down from palatiaI
residences, lawns thiny yelled in white
scarcely concealing figures purely artistic
in intellectual forms and molds. 1t came
spreading down from hilltops and little
valleys, then stretching on and on till
lost in distance and the lake. This scene
is beautiful in nature and grand in its
history. Champion is the keynote o.
much of Vermonts thrilling history
Here, too was the home of the great
war governor, who commended all his life
amid jcalousies, conflicting interests
and new and unsettled enterprises; and
whose very pacific efforts ran counter tc
different motives and designs so that
while some approved others necessarily
condemned. But in the logic OF human
events what could not come to him Will,
living did come at last, mely-tha
more lasting fame and honor which il
brought by works and crystallzed il
memory. Here lives Hunt, the Chesterfield
of the last Senate whose security and finel,
tempered yindication of the asylum Sc
touched responsive hearts. Here alst
lives the quick and habilc Deal, who's
business sagacity as chairman of tn,
committee on claims is said to have
saved the State many thousand dollars
while not doing wrong to any man. il
the confusion and mockery of the closing
hours had forgotten to state the time o
my coming. But the agile man of Frank
lin county always Catches on" Here II,
is. my lively friend coming through
the crowd with pleasant hospitality il
every act and look. a moments ride
and we stop before building which the
eye will not distinguish from long lin
Of other nice residences. We enter
Where are we? In Paradise? No, the,
say in the county jail 1t combine
more essentials looking to comfort ant
utility than any other public building il
the State. 1t is little fortress, residence
hall ofjustice, place OF confinement, an,
at the same time of warm hospitality
No one of it's departments suggests tn
existence of any other. 1t is regua
barony in miniature hut without tn
naughty airs OF the baron. There are nj
such facilities for and exercise Of safet,
and comfort for prisoners, or such hu
manly and discipline in any like institu
ton in the state. That morning saluta
ton had no sign or token of the relatio,
of keeper and prisoner. Yet knowing tn
situation unbidden tears started whe
the words This is Thanksgiving da
Is IL NOT ~ cnrne from behind the hnr