Martinsburg herald. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1881-1920, 1896-09-26
NOTES M COMMENTS


Itdoes not take much rain to change
the appearance Of our streets from
clouds Of dust to lakes Of mud.
It is profitable at this season Of the
year to make applebutter.
Nice new corn has made its appear
ance on our streets. selling at IS cents
per bushel.
The Herald is growing in favor
daily. bright, crisp and newsy. More
correspondents from different portions
of the county could be Of valuable ser
vice to the editor, and OF vast impor-
lance to his patrons. Try it.
Happy the man who unembarassed
by vulgar cares, master ofhimself, his
time and fortune, spends his time in
making himself wiser, and his fortune
in making Others, las well as himselD
happier. Who as the will and under
standing are two ennobling faculties
Of the soul, thinks himself not CON-
plete till his understanding is beauti-
fed with the valuable furniture of
knowledge, as we'll as his will enrich
ed with every virtue. Who has fur
nished himself with all the advantages
70 relish solitude, and enliven CONVEX
~sation; who, when serious, is not sui
len, and when cheerful, not indiscrete-
~ gay. Whose ambition is not to he
admired for a false glare Of greatness,
but to be beloved for the gentle and
sober lustre of his wisdom and great
ness. Such it is whose society is in
demand, and who is ever willing to
lend a helping hand to all enterprises
of public Importance.
The wind on last Saturday evening
must have come from an iceberg,
judging from the great change often
perature on Sunday morning. 1t is a
reminder that the coal bin must be
put in order, along with many other
preparations for winter, which is
rapidly approaching.
And now the new woman is coming
to the front. Up inNew Jersey recent
ly a girl kidnapped her sweetheart
aud carried him of to a minister and
married him. If this kindof business
gets epidemic the bachelors of Mar
tinsburg will have to flee unto the
Mountains Of Hepsidam, or quietly
submit to the inevitable. There is not
much remnant left to leap year and it
sometimes happens, the ear the
end of anything becomes the more ex-
citing and interesting it gets. but
viewing the opposite side from a GER
tain standpoint, it may be rash to be
hasty in what may be a life OF misery
and wretchedness almost from be-
ginning to end.
According to Byron's version of man
he puts it thus:
Oh, man, thou feeble tenant of an hour,
DECEASED by slavery or corrupt by power.
Who knows thee well must quit thee
with disgust,
Degraded mars of animated dust.
Thy love is lust, thy friend ship all a cheat.
Thy smiles hypocrisy, thy words deceit.
BY nature vile. ennobled but by name,
Each kindred brute might bid thee blush
for shame.
The young cyclist whom we wrote
about in last weeks letter, says ii was
not the girl he left behind that de-
tanned him. but that he was looking
for apples for making applebutter,
and got into a heated political dis
cussion with a free silverite, and was
sure of making a convert. Well, as
he is a good sound McKinleyite, we
believe all he impaired to us. yet we
are confident there must have been a
girl in question.
Every person is waiting to see and
hear the great orator that is destined
to lead the P~opocratic party to defeat
at the coming Presidential election,
but he will learn in time that many
who have been saluted with the huzzas
Of a crowd one day, have received
their e~xecrations the next, and that it
is not immense multitudes OF people,
the cheering noise, clapping of hands
and stamping of feet that is essential.
When the devil sheared the pig, he
had more noise than wool. 1t is not
the noise, but the votes that count.
RALF.