Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1908-06-30
Johns Letter.

Mr.. Gautia has been In the employ Of
the railroad owners thirty years, twenty
eight of which he has been boss OF the
section, and il he has not been thorough.
" faithful to his employers every min.
ute of the time We have not heard Of 1t.
Good and faithful servant ia praise
enough. When his days of labor are
ended, wonder II he will be chic
reformed and dumped, or will his
efficient services be remembered and he
be pensioned and cared for In his old
age? Don't know az the railroad mag
mates have accustomed themselves to
doing that sort of thing. The strength
of ones years spent in faithful service
might appropriately and substantially
be considered when the strength faileth
and little things are burden.
And now let me tell you out OF actual
experience, how to find your lost wal
let containing what little Is left Of your
butter check after the grain bill has
been paid. Look carefully into every
nook and corner of the plantation and
\ neighboripg plantations wherever your
footsteps may have strayed during the
present generation, and then come home
and take a look in the upper drawer OF
tOther bureau over in the northeast
corner where you never placed 1t before,
and then kick your hips and wish, by
mighty! that you hadn't found IT, but
left it for the heirs to blunder on while
rummaging for things. An easy and
practical way of finding lost wallet
and saves advertising.
A number of our sportsmen are out
for fish-at the lakes or Four Ponds.
| never could understand, and can't
now, why my mates in the old days al
most always came home with a heavier
"string" than I. Same kind of bait,
hook, line, sinker and alder pole II
the fish bites were less the fly bites were
practically the same. Have dropped a
line just once in forty years. Never q
bite nor a glimpse. Have graduated.
The grass on our little farm is rank
and promises heavy yield where 1t has
been top-dressed. But-we have gradu
ated, because we must. Cant do it
Little things tire us. "The grasshoppel
is a burden" Miss B.
"who'll press for gold this crowded street,
A hundred years TO come!
| Who'll tread yon church with willing rect
A hundred years to come?
Pale, trembling age, and fiery youth.
And childhood, with his brow OF truth,
The rich and poor, on land. on sea,
Where will the mighty millions be
A hundred years to come!
We all within our graves shall sleep,
A hundred years TO come;
No living soul for us will weep,
A hundred years to come;
But other men our land will till,
And others then our etreets will ill.
And other birds will sing as gay,
And bright the sunshine "a to-day,
hundred years to come"
Don't know why they should wee
for us a hundred years hence, neve
having had an introduction to US. Blu
there is one thing about it, they will
have to take their turn at the bat
That's one comfort. However, we ar
not putting on airs because We happeI
to have hundred years the start o
them; because our tears have long beel
dried, while theirs are yet falling; be
cause our poor old rheumatic bone
have been long laid upon the shelf
while they are yet rubbing opodeldo
into swollen joints. o, no, we are no
putting on airs.