Saint Mary's beacon. [volume] (Leonard Town, Md.) 1867-1983, 1897-05-27

nutshell referred To some time ago and
let you take peep therein, II will, in.
deed, be very sad sight for your little
eyes to behold. There you viii see poor
suffering humanity in all its hideous
forms. You viii see the poor widows
and orphans of this broad land weeping
and mourning the loss of the dear ones
with uplifted eyes pleading raialy plead
ing, for help. You will see thousands
and thousands Of poor miserable men
walking the streets of oar great cities
begging of their brother-man seace to
toll. You will glance your eyes az you
pass the insane abodes, and there yon
will see madness. misery and wretched-
ness-men and women by the thousands
who, perhaps, many of them once the
models of society-for the prison house
you will see poor fettered man fastened
by the chains of crime, and we know n6t
how he struggled, vainly struggled, to
stay the hand that forged its own chains.
You will see expressions of indignation
stamped upon the countenance of many
as you pass by-for the face is great
tell tale, my little readers-and If you
viii examine closely you will also see
in one corner of the shell an immense
heap OF yello1 metal and great rolls of
green paper and beneath that heap of
frdsh, says the immortal Shakespeare,
lies buried in disgrace and Cishonor all
that makes a free country with its name
PATRIOTISM dead dead Enter Uncle
Reuben. "Marse Ned, what mex you
spit fire so. :" Away with your non
sense, Reuben. Pm on fire; my soul is
ablaze; l see Britain's proud but con-
quered hero bowling in submission to the
immortal George-America is free. Re-
joice and be glad. We have fought the
good fight and victory is ours. Sons of
liberty, sing We his praises. He is first
in war, first in peace and first in the
hearts of his countrymen. My little
dears, we see quite different picture to
day A gloom overspreads the Ameri-
can heart, and it Is all through the pois-
onous effects of 6ad legislation. Nv fell
low-countrymen, if you don't behave
yourselves in high places, Uncle N. will
tell his children about it lest they should
some day follow your bad examples.
Exactly who is to blame / know not.
Doubtless villains have misled on both
sides, but let the mantle of dishonor fall
upon the guilty hearts. Let us hope
that the little Moses will soon outgrow
his basket and be out upon his mission.
"Well, what is it, Reuben ?" - bit
er news, sab, when yer cools down"
l guess | know something about il and
will give it in my own language. A
very pretty stereoptican exhibition was
given at st. Nicholas's church on We'd
nesday night last by Prof Thomas. The
scenery consisted of dissolving views in
glorious array; also, Cromatypes, some
in National colors; fine selections of
comic, movable views; very fine sets with
lecture, such as Ten nights in bar
room, Rock of Ages, &c; faces of prom
inent men, artificial! fireworks; also, fine
selections of Bible history and scenery
of the Holy Land. Father Hamilton
was on hand with his flute, assisted by
Prof. Downs. Miss - Dyson, consid-
cred the prettiest lady in the audience,
was awarded silver napkin ring. Mr..
Mike Brown, supposed the largest man,
was awarded walking cane, and Mr.. ].
b. Jarboe took the knife for being the
ugliest man in the crowd.
II may not be out of place Us
say right here that Mr.. Stars left
out the best part of the joke in allud-
ing to the Uncle's midnight ram
bles, for said john told Reuben him.
self that he John was hunting for the
road leading to that house up to 12
o'clock the following morning and he
hain't found it yet. Say, Marse Ned,
dem folks mouter voted you dat cane
in case of annuder ramble." How
about the potatoes r." "Lawd, Marse
Ned, de bugs" Then wen have to get
somebody to smile again" Uncle r. saws
that Marse Dominick has the finest To.
bacco bed he has seen and is on ton In
general farming operations, and i'm re-
gard to- wheat crops round about Dyson's
and Dawson's to- use his own language
is "puffect woods" sab. II must be
lucky TO have q ID. in your name. wish
my name had q ID. in il.
Mr. Joseph Jarboe has Just returned
from two weeks trip 10 Washington.
Joe is lively fellow, when he gets off
with his "old banjo" 4 takes a strong
nerve to resist him.
Mr. G. F. Cullison has returned to
leaving his kindest regards
to Mr. BEACON.
The pea crop is doing fairly well. II
has been rather dry. The rain is now
coming down just in the nick of time.
Wen, my little friends, / hope Won
will study your lessons well and in few
years hence, should live, hope to hear
from you. One man saved America, and
one man can redeem her If he is the
right sort. Put your wits 20 work and
strive for the mastery. Be true to your
and some day when you
will sit among the councils of the ma
ton, battling for the right, trust, and
when shall be where the good dar-
keys go" think Of the simple lessons of
old UNCLE NED.