Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1900-09-03

merce Boston. came home. yesterday.
and Will stop over Monday.
Word from Fred G. Kinsman informs
me tlat ne VIII reach New York, on his
voyage nome on the It'll. Doubtless he
VIII be al the lake on the 10th and will
regard II as the loveliest spot he has seen
during ms travels. He has been greatly
missed during the summer.
An excursion party down the lake. sun
day, was threatened by the thunder tenn
pest, but found refuge in the cottage Of
&C.. }. Higgins, Fairs Cove. When the
storm came and the winds blew and beat
upon that house, they were thankful il
was founded unon rock, and not upon
the shifting sand, and that Mr.. Higgins
puts INTO practice the teachings OF the
Good Book, with which he is so familiar
Mrs. Anna T.. Smith Of Augusta, has
been visiting at the cottage of Mr.. c. c.
Hunt.
day evening, was conducted by Rev Mr.
Purdy Of the Friends church. Portland.
He presented very tenderly the thoughts
growing out OF the passage. God is
love. Music was furnished by the choir
Of the Friends church, Winthrop, con
sistng Of Irving and Elwood Bailey, Mrs
Buckminster and Mrs. Maxwell Solos
we're sung by Georgia and Marion Clark.
Sunday viii probably be the closing SER
vice for the season, when Mrs. Hannah
j. Bailey will tell of her experiences at
the worlds convention of the w c. r L.,
recently held in Edinburgh. Scotland.
These Sunday evening meetings have
been very uplifting in their character.
helpful, and greatly appreciated. The
singing by Miss Georgia Clark of Au-
gusta. has been a great feature Her
voice has added sweetness on account OF
the pains Miss Clark has taken recently
Of Mrs. Breed of Boston-the sweetest
singer ever heard here-Miss Clark well
fills her place.
Did ever YOU behold sunset at Cob
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dropped out of your life. In looking upon
TINS wonderful scene, We recall the words
OF that wonderful man. James q. Blaine.
out Of whose great soul the mastery Of
politics could not crowd the love Of the
beautiful in art and nature. He was
standing on the shores of Cobbossee. with
his friend ana pastor, Rev. Dr. Webb, at
the sunset hour. when he pronounced the
scene equal to that witnessed at the far
famed BAY of Naples. An arts; was
asked To describe what art is, and he sad
it was the reflection Of nature in lake.
This was indeed the reflection | looked
upon. the other night. Just as the sun
went DOWN The reflection is even more
beautiful than nature itself, because the
sharp outlines are shaded. subdued and
suftencd. ana buildings ANA fields and
forests. ANA the spre ~ the village
church. are created anew within the
bosom of the placid lake. There's a gate
way OF gold between TWO familiar points
Of land. leading 10 secluded portion Of
the lake. which appears like a stretch Of
smoked glass as though some one were
preparing for It mighty eclipse. The sky
IL gold ana pink ana green ANA dark blue
ud this III urn ~ reflected III the water
T. hat Imagination easily weaves into i'm
mense Illuminated waterfalls appear near
tine western shore. Canoes glide through
this molten sea. bearing noble young men
ana fair maidcns. The stiffness ~ broken
by the voice Of a house wife on a distant
farm. calling her children to bed.
..tInr,avard thr uI1vuan wruds his
weary way.
And leaves the world to darkness ana
to ne.
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