The Republican journal. [volume] (Belfast, Me.) 1829-current, 1908-09-03
Annual Meeting of the South
Montville Club of '69.

To THE EDITOR Or The JOURNAL:
August 10th, in tie evening, the Dale
meeting was again held on the hill at
the home of his grace, the Duke of Edge
Hill; and, as | live, it beat all records,
the attendance being nearly twice that
of any previous meeting; and the enthu-
siasm was a runaway, a storm, Verl-
table WhirlWind. In mind, moods and
manner this Dale affair exhibits phe-
nomena rare and unaccountable. AT
times it might reasonably be regarded
a thing of the past; worn out, etfete,
gone down to dust and ashes, when
suddenly with a dutter of wings and a
vhirl of dust, such as is produced by
the five thousand revolutions OF the
fans of AL airship, it scars and shoots
in the power and majesty OF living
reality. My gentle reader, If this Illus
tration is too strong for your fevered
brain, and cracked ice for your brow
was all melted i'll July-a mighty hot
one this year, | al,ow-then | venture
another and milder comparison: it is
like the night blooming cereus, that
hides its beauty in bud by day, but
when night stretches her wing OF gray
and the stars begin to blink, its miracle
of bloom is transcendent. To get down
ont of the heavens and state in practi-
cal terms what | mean, the ancient es-
tates of Lords Prescott and Baron Fer
dinand, now merged in the large estate
of Duke Ripley, showed a half hour be-
fore sunset not a shadow of sign OF
ANYTHING doing for the Dale meetings.;
but of a sudden a spacious amphl-
theatre-like arrangement appeared on
the grounds north of the mansion and
near the site of the ancient castle of
the late baron. Canvas, bunting, flags
and lanterns were in evidence, and the
Dukes and Dickens auxiliary were ar
giving.
But wasn't it sight for sore eyes?
First the trumpet of the photograph OF
Duke Edmund, surnamed Adams, on
the way from little Delaware again,
was perched on lime cask, he having
hastened 10 Liberty with the box for
some adjustment of the ''insplrator' :;
at least, [ think so, for both he and it
got there later, and the inspiration was
full tided and strong. Next came the
Banneret with his photograph, and
Adams trumpet came down from the
cask and Warren's machine in perfect
condition went up thereon, right behind
the chiefs high seat, and soft music
begun 20 float up to the listening
stars
From the crest of South Ridge, drawn
by steeds III livery, forthwith came the
graces Conner, the Grand Duke and
Duchess and daughter, with Edward B.
Malley, Esq, attorney of Cambridge,
Mass, as guest of honor. Malley WINGED
at the fummery of nobility, and kicked
the traces outright when he found he
was marked for title, but on threat
of public execution he bowed and took
his medicine. The chief of the clan
came on foot with DR.. c. A. Mcclure,
evidently still bent on aping the ways
of the populace, while bearing rule with
mailed hand as in the years gone by.
He came from Murray Hill, Me-, Satur-
day, Aug. Sth, with the said Mr.. Malley,
attended the Prescott reunion at Lin
colnvile on that day, passed the night
in meditation and sleep on Moody
mountain with his cousin, Charles E.
Moody, attended church at South Mont
vile Sunday with the Hon. Charles E.
Littlefeld and wife and daughter Caro-
and sister-in-law, Mrs. E. P. Walker
from Rockland-all of whom dined with
Grand Duke Conner. Divine service
was conducted that day by Rev. E. K.
Jordan of Pittsfield, Me-, a grandson
of the late lamented Rev. Ebenezer
Knowlton, once member of Congress
from the old Fourth District, and many
wears pastor at South Montville. His
brother, Wayne Jordan, A. B., and stu
dent at Oxford University, England,
holding a Rhodes scholarship for the
State of Maine, was present and con-
Quoted the Young Peoples c. E. meet
ing in the evening. Both young men
were heard with great satisfaction, the
attendance being large.
A s o'clock to a minute the moon,
almost full, wallowing through wind
rows of feecy clouds, the stars raining
showers OF beauty, through air as soft
as ever breathed in Italy, right on the
Banneret and his woodworking ma
chine, the almanac makers sulking be-
cause rain had not come with the chief
in line with their ancient crOaking, he