On the night of the 17th of June 1815 the elements put out the last camp fire of Napoleon Bonaparte, and with the sun that sank behind the Belgium hills the following evening, the star that arose at Foulon and shone resplendent over Jena, Borodino, Austerlitz, Marengo, Ascola and a host of other sanguinary fields, sank forever. On the night of July 12th, 1906 the elements tried to do the same thing on Lavinia’s Camp ground, but by the herculean efforts of Dr. Leonard this catastrophe was [averted]. The omnipresence of this man averted a stampede that he alone could have quelled. The camp at Lavinia is over; it lives only in memory; a part of the heart-broken people are gone to their homes to meditate over the events of the past, and bless God they were able to be here once more. The social success of this meeting will linger, for many months, in the minds of many—perhaps too many. The camp appeared to be mad on Monday morning, when amid a drizzling rain, the tent holders were moving back to town. They said, “We are not mad; but it is different in moving out and moving in—one is in anticipation, the other is after your work is done. On Monday morning some transient element commenced to get out of Milton; but many yet linger to get their visit over.” We suppose the finances are all right, as there was not much expense this year.
The colored people will hold a camp on Lavinia’s, and near to the white camp. They will furnish their own tents.
Theodore E. Primrose says a man who carries as much money as himself, or the writer, has no business on the camp ground after night.
William Baker was arrested at his home near Sand Hills on Tuesday night, on a charge of whipping his wife, and brought to this town, and confined in the lock-up overnight. The charge was preferred by David Postles, a neighbor, at the instance of Mrs. Baker. On Wedneday about 11 o’clock the prisoner was arraigned before Squire Collins, and Constable Barsuglia, with the witnesses in the case, and with closed doors—a Court of Star Chamber—the prisoner was sent to jail. We understand that $1000 bail was required, but no outside party knew it until afterward. We want it understood we are no apologist for any man who whips his wife, but there is an adage that says, “Let justice be done though the heavens may fall.”[i] It looks now as though Constable Barsuglia is exercising the office of Justice-of-the-peace, under the suzerainty of Eli L. Collins, Justice of the Peace ex-officio.
Mrs. Emma Burton and her niece Miss Emma Morris, left Milton on Thursday for a visit North. They will take in Niagara Falls, the beautiful scenery of the St. Lawrence, the Thousand Isles, the Falls of Montmorency, and other places of note, before they return to their homes on the Broadkiln.
George Carpenter is having his home residence on Chestnut Street repaired. William Smith & Son are doing the work.
Captain John Fisher, of Philadelphia, was the guest of Milton last week. With but one or two exceptions, everyone in Milton is always glad to meet Capt. Fisher.
Captain George Kimmey made his annual visit to Milton last week and enjoyed the reciprocity of hand-shaking and good will with his many friends.
On the account of the illegality of the Milton school election held last June, another will be held on next Saturday, Aug. 18th, to patch matters up.
N. T. Veasey has returned from a six weeks visit to Box Elder, Wyoming, and on Saturday, with his family, removed to Zoar camp meeting, where he has a cottage. He will contrast life at Zoar with the wild, wild West.
Workman & Co. opened the tomato cannery at the station on Friday.
A few peaches of inferior quality have been shipped from Milton station during the past two weeks.
Rev. W. N. Conoway, M. E. minister station at Salem, Md., is attending Lavinia Camp.
Captain William Lank, of Philadelphia, is with relatives and has many friends.
John Green, who has been afflicted with cancer of the face and hand, appears to be well as far as outside appearances are concerned. A Mr. James Potter, of Philadelphia, who makes a specialty of cancer and tumor, did the work.
[i] The adage comes from a Latin legal phrase Fiat justitia ruat caelum, signifying the belief that justice must be realized regardless of consequences. One can infer that David A. Conner believes that the closed-session arraignment and the rather high bail demanded are excessive in this case.