The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1898-04-02
A VISIT TO ELK NECK.
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their places. but grandfather continued to
90 up and down the land preaching and
doing good, till the Lord said, sit is
enough, come up higher" He, as we'll as
his wife, my grandmother, had triumphant
deaths; but he left to his children the privi-
lege of seeing the church established in the
Neck" My children can rejoice in this,
that they have descended from ancestors
that have passed into the sky. What a
legacy!
We went into the grave yard back of the
church, and IRON the names and epitaphs |
recognized, found there great army that
had worshipped in Wesley Chapel, and it
came yelling up into my soul:
"Part of the host have crossed the flood,
And part are crossing now
| came to little grave marked Julia
Lizzie, named after my sister. | remember
so well when she was laid there. They
were our nearest neighbors, and she was
the first one that | ever knew who died
During her sickness her sister and were
sent to neighbors to get something for
her comfort. | recollect how we walked
and were sad. We did not talk to each
other we were 10 sorrowful, but did not
know how to express ourselves. Along
side of that little grave are two longer ones
and as drew near | saw that the father
and brother have passed away also.
will say just here that during my stay
at Elkton we also visited the graves Of ny
parents; they lay in a beautiful spot in the
Elkton Cemetery. Uncle Francis also
sleeps there as he requested to be
brought back to Elkton to be laid
alongside Of Betsy. They rest there to-
gether, the only two Of their family. / see
by a fresh made grave Aunt Aletia is also
buried there. She was we'll up in the
nineties, yet the frailest in health OF them
all She was laid there years after the rest
were turned to dust. ''But they shall arise
III tbe Lioi hiHS.
One Other longing desire possessed me
and that was to see another girl friend OF
the days gone by, but she lived so far away
over on the North East river, Mrs. Alex.
Rutter }, and the roads were so dusty and
san so hot that did not see how it could
be accomplished, but our friends made
everything possible, and soon found myself
on the way riding along, and my eye.
viewed scenes that they had not rested
upon for many years. We passed the
woods at Bacon Hill, where the old camp
used to be held. AS l heard the name how
fresh 1T came to my mind. | could see my
mother, sister and in our high top car
riage going to camp meeting. | never saw
anything like that carriage on earth before
or since. | think it must have been even
then relic of past ages, but it took us on
all our launts, and as my old friend Rose,
once remarked 'put it on the road it would
go itself it is so used to it,"
But we had something to make it 90 in
the shape of an old black horse, "Dan, "
which mother would insist upon watering
at every creek. l always thought he was
a deceitful beast he would let on that he
was awful thirsty just to get to stand in
the water on hot day. ! have to laugh
as the picture comes up before me. Mother
sitting in that high top chariot driving
that steei looking as independent as a
lord (she was always little aristocratic in
her notions as if she thought that rig was
entirely in accord with her ideas. Our
dinner was always in the carriage box
We had stewed chicken and tomatoes
pears and apples, whatever else we lacked
The camp was held always about harvest
time which accounted for the absence Of