Goldsboro weekly argus. [volume] (Goldsboro, N.C.) 1885-1909, 1905-07-20
WHERE rs Already?
Editorial from Washington %. c.
Post, Sunday, July 8, 19O5.l

OoS9 oOAN0y, July o, 40Vos
Now is the season of the yeal
when we go to Already. We know
that it isa place of simplicity and
rest, upon Weose gentle shores nc
wave of trouble rolls, and whose in
hahitants dwell together in delight
full harmony. Ever since Virgil
sang of the Arcadian paradise the
world has sought to somewhere find
la spot equally blessed. And now,
when the hot summer stagnates the
blood and makes us ill and fretful,
we, too, would like to find the haven
of bliss wherein we can loaf and in
vite our souls.
How is Already to be discovered?
III we believe all hal we read in the
attractive railroad advertisements,
there are a Thousand places where
fcare can be forgotten aud happiness
secured. In fact, there is such a null
tlplicItyof invitations thatone begins
10 Doubt whether, after all, there is
not some fly in each ointment. We
wonder whether Jnerecan beso many
sardens of Eden without a hidden
,errent. If the pictures are to be
believed, all the hotels are beauti-
I'LL III their exteriors and sumptuous
furnishings. Their surroundings, too.
appeal to every fibre Of our
eotaetic tastes. The mountains In the
background s If u imagination tn
OCEAN III the foreground invites us
to lis cooling and refreshing bosom.
We can almost hear the birds singing
III the trees which thickly dot the
landscape, and the water in the
fountain on the lawn seems to rip ole
with soothing music. Here would be-
Already, indeed, if we had not tasted
Of the tree of knowledge! Wekfow
froln sad experince, that evena picture
can deceive. 1t is Thousand dollars
- one that When tie charming view
II ali its resI lily the result is
3i7inal disappointment. The noun
tains become mere hills, as far away
as hope IS rom despair. The waves
Of the OCEAN roll upon some distant
shore, the birds do nJt eng, the
fountain never plays. Ii ,tea4, W..
and mosquitoes and malaria, ,.nn,ul
vegetables and stale bread. Mh,l
"e would listen to sheph.cl.. itll.
Get strains upon rustic Hut: w |
nave the gossip aud the sctIu.I Of ID |
city 1ofcea upou lis. No, G.t> il nut |
Already. 1t Ilss beyond.
And still tie question -, VII.
shall we find y? If We t.-..
friends, our minds pa +,,.r cntu
with ~taies,as many as are told III Ii.
Arabian Nights. For, after all,
Already depend very largely upeu
3ne's sell. 1t .s.av re Il farm. ia
way ifoa. civilization, wher.
ne lowing OF the kline and
ne eaakle of the hens are the
,nly sounds that reach the tired
unless it be also the murmuring
I~nnusnerabIe bees. It NAV be
-helonely camp upon the mountain
Where the stars seem closeI
,nough to reach with outstretched
I'm, and the wind soughing though
he pines lulls the weary body into
lreamiess slumber. It may be the
eashore, where the stately ships pass
y, and where the curling wave
freaks IN a mass of foam upon the
andy shore. Or it may be found in
ONE quiet valley where existence
not the noisy hustle of the :
and the minutes slip into the +,
Iours as the raindrops fall into the
ga.
One thing, however, we learn. Itf
-oes not pay to hunt for Already. It'll
-oes not lie at the end of a long and :
lane. We must drift into it
T reachif not at all. IfWeare to fret
nd fune and worry over where we
re to go, we had better stay at home.
And perhaps those who are wise
nough not togo away at all will find
hat Already is nearer than they
hink.