Milford chronicle., 1911-07-21

train. One day, the agent asked me my
age. And when I told him was four
teen, he said was too young to drive
the mail, and that I must quit until
was sixteen years old. I knew at that
( time. that was the required age, but,
wanted the job, and suppose I told that
I was sixteen. At least it was said / did.
Being now at FELTON,, concluded to
continue my journey to Fredenca; and
took passage on the mail wagon. When
about two miles from FELTON, ell route,
the driver suddenly remembered some
thing he had forgotten, and turned about
and drove back again. This made our
arrival at Frederica late; and the driver
didn't charge me anything extra for the
-xtra ride
We thought the corn crop i'll Sussex
very promising, but this in Kent, so far
as we have seen, is truly much better.
Particularly is this true contiguous to
Frederica.
We never considered a letter from Fred
erica complete without some allusion to
old Barratt's Chapel or, perhaps our
what l think, the Latins call dacoefhes
s016eNdi- compels us to think so. How
ever, the morning after our arrival we
hustled over to this old historic church,
and cemetery. Now there are MANY pleas
ing reflections that cluster in our mind
associated with the many who now make
this spot their home-tirelesS sleepers,
they are, at present, vet we can conjure
up many happy recollections of the many
who lie here. Our parents, friends, as
sociates and acquaintance of over half
century are here sleeping the sleep that
knows of but one awakening, which must
come to us all There have been made
many new sepulchers within the last two
years the mechanism of which represents |
an amount of wealth And as we stood |
in the early morning, beside all these |
tokens of affection that loving hearts and |
willing hands have bestowed to the MEM !
ory of. those who are gone, we could but |
think not only the path of glory but,
also, the path of wealth ''leads but to the
grave. Wealth, to a certain degree, |
can satisfy desire. and procure the COM
forts of life but the comforting assurance
forces itself upon our mind it cannot buy
eternity. Dives must pay the debt" as
we'll as Lazarus. Now, as we intimated
in the beginning of the communication,
We will leave the morslizing of this sub
ect to such persons as Laura Jean Libby
and Ella Wheeler Wilcox and other
more gifted persons than ourselves, while
We proceed to deal with reality, and facts
IS they exist
This morning was one of the hot morn
ngs of the late hot period-excuse the
grammar-and after we had perambu-
ated through the cemetery for awhile we
vent into the archaic edifce, and, as is
'ur custom, registered our name; went
nto the pulpit and turned the leaves of :
he Bible, made present to this church l
" NJ Hall Stanton in 1854, touched up Z
he organ just little then went to the
lump and took a drink of the best water z
We had had since leaving home, and then I
vent and sit down beneath the shade of
he trees. Ye Gods! Twas here crept
yer us the most delightful experience of
he last three weeks. The grove within
self, is beauty; delight to look upon
nd the breeze that had now arisen and
'as drawing beneath the trees mitigated
be heat and sang to us the lullaby of
ther days. Twas we'll worth the walk
f a mile to get here on such a morning
S this but we could not stay. The sun
'as soaring toward the zenith and our
.eps were to rerace, and we must do
lis before the midday sun caught us in
is power. Two years have passed since
ar last visit to Frederica. o, myl how