Saint Mary's beacon. [volume] (Leonard Town, Md.) 1867-1983, 1904-05-19

TAe wig and the wasrsfors.
The hence and the hifher:
Some assume 20 know. therefore.
Wen forego the whifher7
These doggerel verses,
The reader well knows,
Contain less Of poetry
Than well written prose.
So, adieu, for the present.
To the muse OF such stuG;
No more OF such twaddle.
We've had quite enough.
So many errors geographically
and ofherspisely crept into the lines /
ventured a few weeks ago TO indite
you, it is with some hesitation and
misgivings that i resume the pen.
In consonnace, however, with the
frailty and Inconsistency OF human
nature, and the well recognized ten
dency of the poor workman to quar-
rel with his tools, put all the blame
on my old pen, and, of course, re-
placed it with a new. AS TO results.
the ever receding and unrealized fu-
ture will exhibit. AS to how an un
realizable future may exhibit any
thing, save its own unreality, trans
cends my cornprehensibility. Friend
Azzana, from the abysmal depths OF
his wondrous erudition, may be able
to dispel ali mental nebulosity on
the subject, and enable one to bask
in the enrapturing radiance of the
newly found light.
But be that as it may, we would
gladly apprise your fond and appre-
ciative readers that the Eastern
"Sho" is still on the Western CONT
nent; and still caressed and kissed
by the gay old Atlantic Ocean, that
mighty, mysterious, carniEorsus, in
sensate and Unsuitable old ocean that
has been roaring, rolling. moaning,
signing. Drawing, dashingand splash
ing and smashing for how manv cons
and ages?
''Oh. the long. long centuries since the day
The old, old ocean began her swayI
oh. the changesi Oh, life's bitter cost,
Since the old, old ocean the ecOntinent crosa,d. {"
Additionally, we would cheerful
ly inform the devotees of the BEA-
CON that the Eastern "Sho man" still
INDUCES in the delightful pastime of
initiating his pulmonary appendages
with the highly ozonized atmosphere
as it sweeps across his beloved pen
insula from the Atlantic Ocean to
the Chesapeake Bay. Ask him why
he thus disports himself; oh, he re-
plies, If it hadn't happened it would
Rerev have occurred.
When we reflect that this, old globe.
on which we live and move, and lie
and cheat, and steal and rise, and
fall and fight, and kill and advance.
and retreat and curse, and bless
and weep, and wall and love, and
hate and gain, and lose and pray,
and hope, and fear and die, has been
spinning along its orbit at the gid
dy and marvellous rate of 68 thous-
and miles per hour, we believe with
our neighbor if it hadn' I happened
it would ReUer have occurred.
Why such world where the cup OF
bitterness ever exceeds the cup of
sweetness was ever called into ex-
istenee, we refer the reader to the
oracle ofSt. Inigo's. We don d know.
% God. God. what art thsm who diass call
From naught this sdreadful universe OF thine?
Thoa who nlghtst not have made the world
at all.
Or other far have cast It's whole design
o God, o God may. is there God indeed
DO we not mock ourselves TO dream there iss
We need one, yea, but would the God We need
Own world like ours for handiwork OF his l''
Pessimist some one cries. Hold
on, brother. Pessimist or optimist,
we take the world as we find it, and
would remark, en- passant. that who
ever is satisfied with the world as
it is, is the antipodes OF the idealist
with low ideal.
We fail to find any providence in
the world, save that that comes
through the instrumentality of man,
and pray for emancipation from the
thaldrom OF the superstitions of an
tiquity.
II sent my soul through the Invisible.
Some letter Of that after-life to spell,
And by-and-by my soul returned TO ne
And answered, !. MYSELF. am heaven and
hell"
There you have, dear reader, q lit
tie OF the writer's philosophy, the
ology and religion.
Turn we now to other scenes and
themes.
Salisbury, the metropolis Of our
county, and certainly one Of the
| most hustliug towns on the Eastern