The herald and news. (Newberry S.C.) 1903-1937, August 22, 1905, Image 1
VOL. XLII. NO. 105 NEWBERRY. S. C.. TUESDAY AUGUST 22) 1905. TWICE A WE.$.0YA
THE NEWBERRY OF
DAYS THAT ARE PAST
THE SWEET MEMORIES OF
THE LONG AGO.
An Interesting Letter From a For
mer Newberrian, Now Living
in the Lone Star State.
Don't you feel you'd like to wander,
down some winding country lane,
Don't you feel you'd like to ramble
in your childhood's ways again,
Like to drink the way you used to,
from a time worn drinking gourd
Like to hunt for wave worn pebbles,
and to skip the mdown the stream,
Like to put aside all troubles, and go
away back then and dream
Those old dreams, whose very dream
nig used to give your soul delight.
Such as even their full fruition cannot
bring :o you tonight.
The frost that shows of mornings'
white on fences, roof and grass
May melt into crystal globules, as
the morning moments. pass,
But the frost about your -temples, it
will never melt away
And the bars are up forever, between
you and yesterday.
Y,ou will never, never, i aver be that
little boy again;
You will never, never, never dream
the dreams you joyed in then,
You will never feel the pleasure, of
the splashing in the pond,
Never draught shall hold the sweet
ness of the nectar in the gourd.
"The recollections of my early life,
have left upon my mind, a checkered
and varied feeling of pleasure and pain,
-mingled I trust with gratitude to t'be
great Father, ' hzo guided my life of
more than eighty years, through so
much trouble, that the ease with
which he has blessed my long life
might seem softer from remem
berances and content."-Scott.
A. D. A ,4-How still the morning:
'Tis a bright, beautiful Sabbath morn,
smiling with glory and love. The
good people are wending their way to
the new Methodist church. As we
en'ter we see the women on one side,
the men on the other.
Among those there we see the
pleasant practical joker Phil Schop
pert, a class leader. Dr. P. B. Ruff.
a noble Christian gentleman; that
good lady Mrs. Sarah Cheshire; that
amiable woman Mrs. Sarah (Lorick)
Pope and her mother, that good old
pious soul, Aunt Pattie Turner. They
were a pure, true intelligent, God
fearing people.
That venerable old Christian Dun
woody; rises and says, "Let us sing
to The praise of God." The charm of
S music dwells not in the tones, but in
'-the echos of the heart: so it was with
them. Though their voice had never
been chased through vocal gymnastics
they had a depth of sincerity and
fervor, that made up in volume what
they lacked in sym phony.
Notices like this were not to be
found, "Mlle. Sayrah Browne. lately
escaped from a Conservatory of Mu
sic, will sing the "Holy City" twice
on next Sunday. Come early and
avoid the rush." How I long to
thear the good old Ebenezer Camp
Meeting rousing songs and to see
Dr. Kilgore and other pious people
praising God. It was a good time to
contract a good case of heart-felt
religion, 'The good old time religion."
Where now have these good old folks
gone?
"To the land of the leal. they have
gone with their song
W\here the choir and chorus belong.
Oh! be lifted ye gates! let us hear
them again
Blessed song! Blessed singers forever!
Amen!
A\nd suich is human life so gliding on
It glimers like a meteor and is
gone.
The ideals of these people wvere
their neighbor. These ideals I fear
at this day are virtually rejected as
impractical.-not expressly repudiated
as impractical, but only believed to
be so. These old folks had the love
of wisdom and the wisdom of love.
The ladies were neatly and plainly
dressed and agreed with Wesley in
his sermon on 1st Peter, 3rd chapter,
3rd and 4th verses: that "The wearing
of costly array, is directly opposite
to being adorned with good works."
Occassionally some good brother
would preach. "rst Timothy, 2nd
chapter, 9th verse" "Also let women
etc., etc." From what I have seen in
Methodist and other churches in
Houston, Texas, there is a frivolous
mixture of millinery and religion.
As we again go through the vil
lage we come to the house of T. J.
Jones, nearly opposite T. H. Pope's
house which was burned. Mr. Jones
immediately succeeded the grand old
lawyers of whom I have heretofore
written. His wife was Miss McHardy
an intelligent and entertaining lady
with a spice of humor in her.
At Joude 0' Neall's suspecting that
wife and I were engaged,. he enquired
in her presence if they had heard I
was dangerously ill-wife fled from
the room weeping; Mr. Jones follow
ed her, laughing and in a quizzical
way said: "I wanted to know if you
were engaged."
Mr.,Jones was an intelligent, indus
trious, good lawyer and a frugal man
with a fine head for business. He
illustrated the virtue of persistence in
a great degree. They had quite an
interesting family.
On Main St. opposite Judge Wil
son's house there was a two-story
house built for a hotel by Sameui
Reed, afterwards used for a female
school, then by Dr. T. W. Thompson.
Here in 1833 lived David Dewalt and
family. I never saw D. D. but once
that I remember of. One- day re
turning from school as I entered the
road Mr. D. was returning from., his
plantation; when I reached the vil
lage I heard that he was either dead
or dying. I doubt if anyone now in
the village remembers 'h-im except his
surviving children. He was an in
telligent, energetic, prosperous. well
informed citizen. And 'held in
great esteem by the community. He
was a typical southern gentleman.
Mrs. D., who was a Miss Gray was
noted for her supreme good sense.
sound judgement, amiable and kind
manners and greatly interested in
the education of her children.
Miss Amelia, the eldest daughter.
was beautiful, accomplished, 'ws and
good, wins t'he grace of a cultured
mind. She married Chan Johnstone,
w1-o T think, was the wisest man I
ever knew. Miss Caroline. a remark
ably handsome, vivacious, gentle and
gracious lady-, married Dr. 0. B.
Mayer. an intellectual, polished Chris
tian gentleman. beloved by everyone.
Misses Catherine and Rebecca were
sweet tempered, gentie and loving.
Miss Eliza, the youngest, I remem
ber as a very pleasant litle girl: she
maried Ellisor. The name Ellisor
reminds me of two of niy Texas
friends, from Lexington-John and
laughing Bill-good men. Laughing
Bill was sitting by the jury, when I
was defending a tough case and put
ting in my "biggest licks." Bill was
smiling and nodding at me and I felt
safe for an acquittal or a hung jury.
As t'hey retired Bill did not go; I
called the court's attention and then
for the first time learned that Bill
was not one of them. The laugh was
on me. Bill often jollied me about it.
Ir~. de DeWalt family were two sons.
Major George G. and Dan. At a
reviewv of the 1oth Regt. Cay, near
Martin's depot. I heing colonel, Maj.
G. brought an order reqjuiring my
presence at he ad(quarters: he was
riigalarge fine horse i f Nathan
T hnen'i. So we started :o head
quarter. his horse startedl bolting.
rearing pitching and taking the bit
in his teeth went dashing like a cy- p
clone. G calling whoa. I riding a fast b
little mare of Whit Walker's kept I g
by his side and hunc!hing my saber j g
occasionally, struck the flanks of his C
horse accelerating his horse's speed gf
and enjoying it. He. either from sF
fright or otherwise. jumped off or o:
was thrown and his leg broken above er
the ankle. G was "bigger" than I t
was and I never told him of my part er
in the race. He was a good lawyer,
not eloquent but presented his points at
clearly and logically. He was well s
educated, possssed of a frosty intel- m
lectuality; a good financier and well de
knew the value of a dollar. ic
In 1837, Dan and I went to school d<
to John S. Pressly, who on our first gi
appearance before him, said he never a
had a good boy from Newberry; if ir
Albert Gaskin was a specimen he fa
was correct. Dan and I sustained the bc
said reputation, but when Archie sc
Sloan and Caleb Lindsay appeared m
there was a change. Dan and I Y
went to school together. together W
boarded, slep:. fought played, went ,
swimming, played truant, etc. I knew Si
him well and liked him. His mother ec
was anxious about his education and A
with her usual energy did everything in
to promote it: but Dan differed with u
her and preferred bull pen to books; in
he never fed much on the dainties t
found in books. n
Historia Sacrae was then the first h
book in Latin, Vin Romae, second.
Dan never reached the second. 'Tis b
said he translated the first sentence
" Abrahamus credidid Deo policenti" v
thus-Abra'h-am credited G-d with a in
pocket handkerchief. It was thought hi
that a certain bright and talented at
boy, Frank Patton furnished Dan the
translation. When I last heard from
Frank he was yet alive in Abbeville. r
Long may he live an exemplar of ti
all t'hat is good, true and wise in this
world.
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Gen. French in his book, "Two
Wars," writes 'when Gen. Pope was c<
a student at West Point, he returned n
from a furlough in breeches with
straps at the bottom and open down in
the front, and although it shocked the C
sense of propritey of some maiden
ladies and of Mrs. Delafield the su
intendent's wife, yet the Major D vc
whose hobbies were economy and b
practical utility, gave the cadets per
mission to have their pants made h
tpen in front and that consigned to h
+bliv:in :he broad flap pants that
buttoned at the sides: Pope's pattern t<
oif b)reeches are now worn by all
Christian men and some who are t!
not of that religion. Dan and I in
troduced this style at Due West. At
an exhibition I was orating, having
on my open front breeches. Two la
dies frowning pointed to my pants
and seemed horrified. I enjoyed it.
WVhere now is good old Daniel: al
though no book worm, he had a G
pound of good common sense.
About I1:-2 miles from the village.
on the Columbia road, we come to the
01(1 log school house at the forks ofT
O
the road.
"Oh! the little old log school house t
at the forks of the road,
Oh! the little old log school house, at F
the forks of the road,
And my 'heart with joy o'erflows v
Like the dew drop in the roseu
Thinking of the old log school house li
at the for'ks of the road." F
As the boys roll out of the sghool b
house, they play divers games; somep
bull pen with a wet ball; t'he fellowp
that was hit was hit here his pants g
ere tightest and he jumped high in 0
the air and lit a running. Jolly days! 6'
W\e next come to the cross roads
where the happy family of Jacob IH. P
Hunt and wife; a loving gentle couple
approaching old age by a tranquil C
road: they carried peace and restful- a
ness around like a pure atmosphere: t
they were Baptists, but descendantsa
of m> d Quakers (yes. I say good:
for more deserving, truthful, honest
!ople than the Quakers could not
found.) The H's had a family of
)od children, W. H. and Col. I. H..
ew up to be good useful citiens.
f the girls I remember Asenath, a
mtle woman in appearance, carriage.
eech and thought; she married one
the village's best and purest citi
is, Capt. W. R. Lane, another I
ink married Joseph Mooney anoth
good man.
Noticing in the Confederate Veter
i about the reburying of Confederate
ldiers at Hopkinsville, that an old I
emorandum book of Geo. C. An
rson, of Cotton Gin, Texas, was
und in an old desk and that An
rson had written in it legibly, be
nning with Row I: it gave the'
Lme, rank and Co. of each one-25o
all. This reminded me of the
ct that Anderson was a Newberry'
>y. He was the son of Wm. Ander
in, a most worthy citizen once a
erchant in the village, and the first
G. of Pulaski lodge I. 0. 0. F. 1
as thus reminded of Anderson. He
DIked in the office of the Rising
in and boarded at my house. The
itor of the Presbyterian Banner,
bbeville, Hugh Wilson, also worked
the same office and boarded with
They were excellent young men.
telligent, irdustrious moral and in
Ilectual. Wife and I were very
uch attached to them and they loved
r; as every one did that knew' her.
ilson is the able editor of the Pres
rterian Banner-independent. vig
ous and able, whilst I do not agree
ith him in all things I admire his
dependence and ability. Two of
s kinsmen, John and James Bigby
e here-industrious and progressive
err. I usually hail -them as "Big,
ogskin" from the name of a creek
Abbeville near where they had
red.
Anderson was so attached to my
ife that when we left for Texas in
57 he told her that as soon as he
uld he would follow her and -The
xt year he came. Prior to and
ter the war he published a paper
Cotton Gin. He volunteered in
olonel Gregg's regiment in 1861 and
rved through the war. My wife
-omoted 'his marriage to a charming
ung lady the daughter of a Cum
!rland preacher-named Murray.
After the war and some time before
s death. my wife was on a visit to
!r uncle-in-law, Dargan Strother,
hen Anderson rode some sixty miles
see her. Wife and I very often
> to the time of -her death spoke of
ese two young men.
God bless Newberry.
J. M. Crosson.
Bd1linger. Texas.
West Point Appointment.
Applicants to be examined at
reenwood, for the. Third District.
competitive examinaation will be
:ld at Greenwood. in the court house
hursday. Sept. 7. beginning at 8:30
clock, a. in., for the purpose of se
cting a principal and two alternates
be named as candidates for ap
ointment to a Cadetship at West
oint.
Eac'n candidate should 'be well
ersed in the following subjects to
it: reading, writing, spelling, Eng
sh grammar, English composition,
nglish li-terature, arithmetic, alge
r'a through quadratic equations,
lane geometry, descriptive geogra
hy, and the elements of physical
eography, especially the geography
f the United States. United States
istory, the outlines of genera! his
ry. and the general principles of
hysiology and hygiene.
A\pplicants must not be under ser
nteen or over twenty-two years of
ge: imust be bona fidec residents of
ie Third Congressional District.
nd must be able to pass a thorouigh
hysical examination.
Respectfully,
CITY OF QUEBEC.
"She Queens The North, Supreme,
Alone."-Veritable Repository
of American History.
Dear and quaint old Quebec, a
thousand blessings upon you, for the
joy and inspiration that you have giv
en me! May your glory never be
eclipsed, and your power to charm
never cease! I pay you willing and
hearty tribute, for your queenly
graces have won me to warmest ad
miration and I am henceforth a wor
shipper and votary of all you hold
dear in history, 'chat does not con
travene my convictions of justice and
loyalty. Have I not in the past been
entranced by the story of valorous
deeds that were enacted in the strug
gles and conflicts of opposing forces
for the right as each then saw it?
Had I an Aeolian harp I would waft
you from our sunny clime gentle
southland breezes that would sing
you a new song of rapturous praises.
"She gleams above her granite throne
Her gray walls gird her ample zone
She queens the North, supreme,
alone."
This is Quebec, a veritable monarch
of all she surveys. With attrac
tions varied without, the sight of
which arrested at once my attention.
I took passage on the boat from
Point Levis: my vessel steamed across
the majestic St. Lawrence, with
Point Diamond glistening . upon my
feasting eyes, and I have felt that I
might well restrict this article to a
narative of the beautiful situation
without, but I hesitate; in retrospect
and reverie my mind indulged while
within. her wared entourage, and so
I must recount the impressions made
upon me, of what I saw and heard
is our cicerone conveyed us hither
and thither in. 'his labyrinthian cir
cuit. Here are angles and curves
and inclines, and one must need have
a guide to save him from error and
"confusion of . face." The flight of
time, the march of invading and con
tending armies, the .final struggle for
supremacy, the relics of former peri
ods, the customs of bye-gone days,
these and other things afford delight
ful contemplation, and the mind is
keyed up to highest tension in specu
lative romance and imaginative en
quiry. It was thus with this scribe,
as ne'er before, when moving amid
the scenes of former splendor, of
cruel. mayhap unholy carnage, such
as has made Quebec a veritable re
pository of American history. Her
battlements would frown upon you,
and her dogs of war would make
short shrift, if perchance you were
an invading foe, but her welcome to
friendly visitor is never less acute,
for her gates *are. always widely ajar
to receive those who bear her cor
dial greetings. And so in peaceful
mood. I enter her gates, literally so,
an.d naturally my first thought is
." the heroic Wolfe and the daunt
iess Montcalm, of Wolfe and his
valiant band who scaled the precipi
tous heights and as subsequent events
have shown exhibited a bravery and
strttagem never surpassed. Like the
Spartans at Thermopylae, so was
Wolfe and his 5,ooo on the Plains of
A!braham. "His was rot to reason
why, his was h.ut to do and die,"
and dying a victorious death, shed in
effable glory upon true valor and I
daring. But his opponent, 'the Mar
quis de Montcalm, was no less in
trepid, for thie engagement was siharp
and severe, it "was war to the knife~
and knife to the hilt," his wounds
were mortal and being advised of his
extremity, praised God that he might
not live to witness the fall of his be
loved city.
Eagerly did I seek to stand upon
the very grounds, where Wolfe and
Montcalm engaged in battle, on the
fateful 13Y'h September, r759; scenes
were enacted t'hen and there which
decided the course of after events