The Republican journal. [volume] (Belfast, Me.) 1829-current, 1899-06-08

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possible for man who had just given up
81 day. Mr.. McAllister helped us to
find and identify some old time friends.
Mr.. and Mrs. E. L. Warren were met,
and many friends in this city and Sears
port will be glad to learn of their welfare.
Mr.. Warren is deputy in the custom house.
A visit was made to the greenhouses of
F. H. Moses, but Mr.. Moses had left the
night before for Bar Harbor. We were
made free of the place, however, by one
of his assistants and each carried away a
fragrant reminder of our visit.
The Bucksport Herald has neat little
office on Main street, but the editor was
out when we called. He was met later.
The Herald is bright and newsy paper,
and with The Republican Journal enjoys
the distinction of being all home print.
On our way to the Robinson House
from the steamboat wharf our attention
was attracted to the hull of craft on the
caraway boat although differing some
what in model from the usual type. On
the return we looked the craft over and
decided that she had never been complet-
ed. At the marine railway near by we
met the owner, and learned that the craft
came from Rhode Island and was modelled
by Herreshotf. When she was about
worn out the owner concluded to rebuild
her and retain the original model, but
after putting in new timbers throughout
and new planking the work was abandon
ed and for eight years she has laid on the
shore exposed to the weather. Near by
the famous steam ferry boat j. S. Totten
was in dry dock, presumably undergoing
repairs. and her work is done by scow
which did good work heating across to
the Prospect side against wind and tide.
A goodly freight awaited the City of
Bangor on her return trip-dry fish, the
output of Capt. Nicholsou's Grand Bank
ers, box shocks, eggs, and canned CLAIMS
OF the ''soft shell, little neck variety, as
the labels on the boxes proclaimed. These
taken on board, not to mention the load
of happiness embodied in the bridal cou-
pie, the lines were cast off, and Ratio
and the writer sat in the stern and saw
Bucksport recede into the distance as the
good steamer sped down the Narrows.
CENTRE LINCONvILLE. Mrs William
knight and son Grover and Mrs. Will Ma
honey returned from Massachusetts, Satur-
day, after an absence of two weeks, Miss
Bessie BARTLETT OF Chelsea, Mass, is visiting
her grandparents, Mr. and Mrs. Burton
Robinson. Mrs. Clara kdder is spending
a few weeks with her sister, Mrs. j. E.
Scruton. Mrs. Blanche Spear and son of
Rockport, and Mrs. Gertie Smith of Boston
spent Saturday in town. The following
poem by ]. S. Mullen was read at the unveil-
ing of the Soldiers monument in Camden,
May 30th, and will no doubt interest many
of the readers of The Journal
Friends, rear aloft yon granite form
Upon its solid base,
That Autumns gale nor Winters storm,
May shake it from its place.
Raise it aloft with arms at rest
And laurel round It's brow,
That thousands coming here to view,
May touch their hats and bow
Raise it aloft as if to guard
Yon busy village street,
non YOur modest little mark
Where High and Mountain meet.
There let 1T stand while Earth shall roll,
AS If TO typfy
The deathless fame of those brave men
Who fought for liberty,
Those hardy men who We borne the brunt
In every age and cline,
And fought for Freedom Truth and Right
With courage most sublime.
Whether they fought on Bunker height
The redcoats of King George.
Or spilled their blood at Stony Point
Or starved at Valley Forge,
Whether they fought with Perry,
On Lake Erie's broad expanse
Or on Buena Nesta's bloody field
They checked the foes advance.
Whether they fought in civil feud
Our Ship of State to save,
Led onward by the purpose bold
To hberate the slave.
At Seven Oaks, or Gettysburg,
Or Bull Runs CHASTITY field,
Or on the rolling ocean wave
They'd sooner die than yield.
Whether they marched with Sherman
From Atlanta to the sea,
Or with Grant at Appomattox
Helped to capture General Lee.
Whether their homes still lie entombed
Within the good ship Maine,
Or their souls sped on from Chickmauga's
Fever stricken plain.
Whether they fought with noble Schley
Off Santiago Bay,
Or stood with gallant Dewey, some
-Four thousand mi es away.
Where er they taught in Freedoms name,
Whereer their corpses lie,
Whether they suffered from defeat,
Or triumphed in victory,
To them we pay our homage,
Raise this monument in air.
They never shrank at Duty's call
Be weather foul or fair,
And may the memorial raised to-day
Be Camden's greatest pride,
A tribute to her noble sons
Who for Country fought and died.
God speed those noble women.
Whose heart and brain and hand
Have prompted, planned, and carried
through