Daily new dominion. [volume] (Morgantown, W. Va.) 1897-1906, 1898-08-24
FROM THE CITY OF ANGELS.
Rev. ]. N Marsh Sends Word
to- Us.

Welcome Letter From One Who Still
Remembers his MorgantoWn Friends
and Who is not Forgotten-The Inn
pressiens Received Here Still Lin
gering in His Heart-We Trust His
Health May be Restored and he May
be Spared to Us Yet for Many Years.
Touching Reference to Some of Our
Good Men.
My Dear Fleming: Brevity has al
ways been appreciated. Margaret VIM
throp quantity says: Il am wei per-
swaded of thy love, and can see it in
few lines as in whole volem, and
Cicero with polished wit, apologized for
writing long letter because he had
not time to write short one'
What would my good friends like to
hear from me, for there is no lack of
themes or thoughts in these times teem-
ing with such interests. History is be-
ing made more rapidly in "a hours than
in "a years in former times. We live
largely IN the future rather than the
past. Even old age has canght the fire
Of youth and becomes the prophet of
larger things or the hero upon the sea
or upon the field OF battle.
But we are not in danger of neglect
ing the precious memories of the past.
Memory is the perfume of the soul.
The memory of the great that have
passed from among as should not be
neglected in the more pressing facts of
the present. We should not let war
dim the lustre of great peaceful life.
The hero OF single battle should not
outshine the life of hundred victories
in craftsmanship, in invention-in sci
ence, in religion-for these are "the
things that make for peace Is it not
true that our times are more in need of
Gladstones than Van Moltkes, of Bis
marcks than of Emperor Williams? The
news of the death of the great Bismarck
passes SO quickly-almost unheeded in
these times. Snobley says of him that
he was SO simple that one in mis- pres
ence must always keep reminding him
self that 'this is the great Bismarck. +"
Yet Bismarck has made Germany; and
meddlesome William will do better to
emulate his example But to return
home-for I would never make a good
foreigner, and to that which | first had
in mind.
Eighteen years since, left my alma
it be that over half of a happy life is
gone? 1t seems but yesterday that l
was teaching in the south and then in
the west The cotton field. the sweep
of the prairie, the towering majesty of
the Rockies are before me, yet each
year has but increased the pride and
love I bear my native state. 1000 gal
Ions of coffee, and 10000 sandwiches
for the troops passing through Hunting
ton,'' says Mr.. Brown. Think of it
Genuine Virginia hospitality! God
bless the West Virginia boys. How
this war has united the heart of the ma
ton! More wildly than ever / see to-
day the West Virginia hills, and its
lovely wales; and from the heart can
say, and sing:
''Thy name love;
love thy rocks and rills,
Thy woods and tempted hills;
Ny heart with rapture thrills
Like that above"
But more especially do the memories
of persons and of friendships grow
sweeter and more sacred with the pas
sing wears. / must speak word in to-
ken of the memory of those whose
presence impressed me when boy.
The quick, elastic step of William
Wagner; the rugged figure of Joseph
Keener; the noble poise of DIR. HI. w.
Brock; the genial, eloquent, inimitable
w. r. White, at the very names of these
we rise with reverence, and again we
listen as if to hear their words, for the
ear of the heart and of memory is ex-
ouisitely fine. Do they see us? Do
they hear our voices? Perhaps they are
saying: "See, how they still remember
u.s.
But lest the living seem to be forgot
tena word of appreciation to them. A
helping hand, and an exemplary life is
great thing in this world. Many a
Young man will not cease to cherish
the name of Senator Wiley. Let me
quote brief passage from Whittier
which will doubtless find response in
the Senator's heart 1t was written
to 0. w. Holmes on the death of Low
ell:
Ever since / heard the sad news of
Lowell's death / have been thinking of
thee, and longing to see thee, for we
are now standing alone The bright
beautiful ones who began life with us
have all passed into the great shadow
of silence, or rather let us hope, in the
language of Henry Vaughan, "They
have gone into the world of light and we
alone are lingering here
Well, / at least shall soon follow
them, and / wait the call with a calm
trust in the Eternal Goodness.
| have been i'll al summer but the
world is still fair to NE; | love and am
loved. And it is a great JOY to me that
| think OF thee as well and in the full
enjoyment of all thy gifts and powers,
surrounded still with friends who love