The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1902-03-27

fore the Society of Maryland at Cedar
Rapids, Iowa.
The author of this fine address was
born at that historic spot in Garrett
county called Little Meadows $50
called by Washington in the year
1885. His father was Truman Fairall,
prominent Alleganian in his day,
who moved to Iowa in 1864, with
large family. Samuel H., the oldest
son, went the rounds of a full educa-
ton, beginning in small youth at the
Slemeker school. sometimes called the
Little Academy" hardly the Fair
all Hotel, finishing at Washington
College, Pa, taking in the Cumber-
land Academy in the circuit. He
studied law in Cumberland and i'm
mediately after his graduation went
to the State of Iowa, where he has re-
sided eyer since. Some years ago he
filled the office OF Judge of the Court
at Iowa city with efficiency and abil
ity-then returned to the practice of
the law which he is still pursuing.
just here recollections come home,
welcome or otherwise, that almost 60
years ago we were school boys to-
gether at the modest little school
named Little Academy. Strange as
it may seem the two are yet living,
and of the same profession, but far
apart in space. The address shows at
least one grand trait of our nature
how difficult in is for a native of our
State to forget MY Maryland" J.B.
JUDGE FAIRALL's ADDRESS.
At a meeting of the Society of
Maryland held at Cedar Rapids on
the eve of Washington's Birthday,
Judge S. II. Fairall, of Iowa, who re-
sponded to the toast MARYLAND, My
Maryland, said in substance:
That it was his fortune to have
first seen the light and to have spent
the most of his boyhood days in the
mountains of Maryland, where the
roseate smiles of morn make glad
their highest peaks, where the earli-
est CLEANS of sunshine chased away
the shadows of night; where robes of
snow, as immaculate as angel wings,
made grand the winter nights where
the aroma of the spruce and the hem
lock, and the scent of the wild rose
and of the honeysuckle are as ravish
ing as in Eden of old, where the wat
ers OF the thousand springs gurgled
from the hills, babbled in the brooks,
rippled over the water falls, vending
their way, in sweetest song, to the
beautiful blue Potomac, or to the
majestic Mississippi, where majestic
oaks and giant pines had seen cen
turtles come and go and where the
black diamonds 80 %Oni1ncTce were
mined to warm the homes OF millions
and move the machinery of the world.
To such a land the scenes of our child
hood, fond memory often turns wher-
ever we may roam. The old Allegha-
MES, whether clad in robes of white
or CARRIED in deepest green, or sleep
ing in the silence of summer, or deck
ed in autumn's gorgeous hues, or
yelled in the drapery of Indian sum-
mer, awaken in the soul of the Mary
lander recollections as tender and
sweet as angel wings. But the noun
tains cover but a small part of our
beloved State. From the eastern
slopes of the mountains spread out
fertile fields to the Capes. There nes-
tie quiet homes, lovely villages, thriv-
ing towns and that great mark of the
world, the Monumental City.
From the hills and valleys, from the
cities and the seashore, have gathered
here tonight the sons and daughters
of Maryland, my Maryland, who have
wandered to this, the State of our
adoption, to renew and form &C
quaintances and to talk about the
land where rest the ashes of the loved
ones which we long since loved ana
lost awhile.
We may be justly proud of our ma
tive State, for the grandeur of her
history, for the greatness of her men
who founded and gave her the ex-
allied place she holds in the sisterhood
of States, for her high position in
moral, educational and commercial
affairs.
When the skies of New England
were lurid with the burning of witches
and men and women were driven into
the wilderness for conscience sake by
other colonies Catholic Maryland first
proclaimed on the western continent
religious federation and afforded an
asylum to all who believed in the
doctrine of Christianity. In that col
ony, where fires of the Revolution