Shenandoah herald. [volume] (Woodstock, Va.) 1865-1974, 1915-01-01

| u dAFP1 New 1earI A happy
| ~ New Year to my dear country
| the land of old integrity anC
truth! A happy New Year tc
friends and enemies, Christian and
Turks. Hottentots and cannibals-to
all on whom God permits his sun tC
rise and his rain to fall; also to the
poor negro slaves who have to work
all day in the hot sun.
i Its wholly Il glorious day, the New
Years day. At other times | can bear
that man should be a little bit pa.
| triotfc and not make court to other
nations. True, one must not spea
evil of any nation. The wiser part are
everywhere silent, and who would re-
vile a whole nation for the sake of
the loud ones? As | said. | can bear
at other times that a man should be a
little patriotic. but on New Years day
my patriotism is as dead as q mouse.
| and 1t seems to me on that day as if
we were all brothers and had one Fa-
ther, who is in heaven; as If all the
goods of the world were water which
God had created for all men, as | once
heard it said
And so | am accustomed every New
Years morning to sit down on a stone
by the wayside to scratch with my
staff in the sand before me and to
think of this and of that. Not of my
readers. l hold them in all honor, but
on New Years morning. on the stone
Dy the wayside. | think not of them.
but l sit there and think that during
the past year l saw the sun rise so
often, and the moon; that l saw so
many rainbows and flowers and breath
ed the air so often and drank from the
brook. and then l do not like to look
up. and l take with both hands my
cap from my head and look into that.
Then l think also of my acquaint
ances who have died during the year
and how they can talk now with Soc
rates and Numa and other men of
whom | have heard so much good and
with John Huss, And then 1t seems
US If graves opened around me. and
shadows. with bald crowns and long
gray boards, came out of them and
shook the dust out Of their boards
That must be the work of the Ever
lasting Huntsman." who has his do
tpgs about the 10Th The old pious
long boards would fain sleep. But a
glad New Year to your memory and
TO the ASHES In your graves,
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In an old English scrap book Is the
following clipping, dated June l, 1890:
No Woman can now discover her
Distinction of true Breeding better
than by well-timed Faint at the
musical Festival In Westminster Alb
hey. The Noble Managers fly from
their Box to her Assistance. who is
she?'-"Lovely Girl"-"Feeling Crea-
ture" instantly reverberates from one
Aisle to another. But like all tonish
Airs. this, 1t seems. is now descending
to inferior Ranks; for no less than
three City Ladies were among the five
female Painters OF Saturday last. To
prevent therefore the further Extent
of this fashionable Influenza the Man
ayers. we learn, intend issuing Some
thing like the following Notice, in Imi
tation Of the Lord Chamberlain's Nc
tice to the County Dancers. viz:
"Such Ladies who intend to Faint at
the next Abbey Performance. are de-
sired to send their Names. Rank, and
Places of Abode to Mr.. Ashley. on or
before II o'clock tomorrow; that
sufficient Proportion Of Bars Rest may
be set apart, In Order to give to the
whole Performance the desired / Es(
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