Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1911-08-23
Correspondence.
The Old Home IN Maine.
oaDEs, wAsH., Aug. 10, 1911.

oaDEx, WASH, Aug. 10, 1911.
70 fAs Editor Of TAs Amsrsean:
At this season OF the year, Old Home
Week, the fugitive from his native hills, II
he hasn't . return ticket, uniocks the
gallery Of memory and reveis with the
pictures there, sometimes with moist and
unsteady eyes, for
"Be II weakness, Il deserves some praise,
We love the play place Of our early days"
The time seems 81 long, also the dis
tance, that one far removed may zee tho
old homestead only a. one views the
mirage OF fading prospect against the
background Of . basy sky with dancing
air waves between, but the landmarks ara
familiar and one knows that the picture
h true and b has seen II before.
In fact, ous beholds the scenes OF early
days . did John, the Seer, whom be was
maroons1 ON the Isle Of Patmos and .
vision Of the New Jerusalem ross up BE-
fore him, only the picture Ct the far end
Of msmory's vista 10 real, substantial and,
howsvsr old. + always new.
Those who gather in dear old Hancock
county will have the time Of their lives.
and they viii never gather again-not ali
Of them. What prospects will rise before
them, the little groups that will sit on .
knoll Of morning under the dewy
boughs, while the robin whistles his
notes OF welcomed What delightful re-
miniscences will there fnd . voice!
Youth will come back and worn faces will
take on the spring-timc glow Of other
year,.
The captains of industry" will forget
the texture and power OF . reputation,
and bc boys again. The matron OF fashion
win remember only the little girl, with
the two long, braided strands OF hair, that
climbed the numbering load Of hay. The
old fellows with Rlistcning crowns will
see for the hrst time in fifty years the
monster banks OF fog come rolling in from
see, and the picture will be worth looking
At. And II these old fellows do not watch
out they will involuntariiy and suddenly
start for the fishing tackle that for half .
century has been powder In the mill OF the
years, or with brown bare feet b striving
with might and main toward the old
swimming hole, and whistiing for DEAF
old Tgs to come, too, but whose joyous
and eager baying they sssm TO hear Is but
the echo caught from the labyrinth OF the
past. and nothing mors.
Thoss who wsrs born in Maine but have
ELSEWHERE lived sincs ths early ysars Of
manhood and womanhcod, ar exception
ally sttachsd to ths Old homo and IL en-
vironmsnts and holy associations, how.
ever ths fatss have DEALT With thsm aimee,
and the syss Of thsir hart win turn long
ingiy and wistfuiiy toward it, mountains
and tbs wooded hills, and tbs pastures
and msadows, dappled with the garniture
Of spring, and. listening, they win seem TO
hear the foaming surf - II washes the
granite shores OF that dear old home;
home, the place where we nrst saw the
light and heard the voice OF mother.
And these wanderers away from native
land love the State OF Maine, too, because
1t is the mother OF sucn grand and noble
children, children who grew into men
and women Of usefulness, experts among
the worlds great builders. We are proud
OF the records they have written every
where, OF the names OF Hamlin. OF the
Morclis, OF the Washburns, OF Blaine
and Fessenden, Dingley, Hale and Frye,
and host OF others who have made the
name OF Maine one to conjure by.
But the wires Just now bring the sad
news that Senator Frye 10 NO more. He
will sleep ain silence and pathetic DUST
with the others who walk the path Of duty
with him, but like them the summer turf
will cover only the husk that held an
immortal substance; his name will be ten
derry spoken, and win have place in the
temple OF honor. A. 8. coSDoS.