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Articles From 19th Century Carroll County Newspapers

Typed with Editorial Interpolations by Jesse Glass, Jr., Ph.D.




With special thanks to the Historical Society of Carroll County, Maryland, where these newspapers are archived.




"CUTTING OUT."

For the Carrolltonian

I do not intend in my remarks, to condemn the happy customs of a rural life, but on the other hand I am a strong advocate for the enjoyment of society in whatever manner it may be best adapted to constitute the happiness of those who pursue it; but it is obvious, that the manner in which the customs of society are formed, present one of the strongest delineations of the nature, bent, and improvement of those minds who constitute, and enjoy, that society. Yet in a land which has been blessed with the same literary endowments, which has been looked upon as an example, for the liberality extended towards the opinions of others, charity, and benevolence to all mankind, we see the nicer, happier, forms of society smothered under the tyrannical oppression of ignorance, and want of a proper knowledge of the feelings of their fellow creatures--but science is progressive, they may be suppressed for a while, but at length they burst forth with renewed rigour, and diffuse their benefits to all who embrace them.

This is the first time, and if half the respect be paid to me, that is due to any gentleman, for the future I shall never again pretend to condemn customs, which shall do me no more injury. Perhaps a brief sketch may exemplify my design more clearly--and render me less liable to the censure of your readers than a volubility of menacing words.

I was verging on the age of a bachelor--I never called expressly to pay my respects to a lady in my life; and, consequently, might have been considered a very selfish, unsociable being. My parents and relations in my younger days, both male and female, were continually urging me to do so. Bashful as I might seem to have been, I yet thought I had a great deal of confidence, and often argued with myself upon the impropriety of my selfishness;though when my resolutions were formed to play the gallant; when the moment of action came on, my courage would leave me so sensibly, I fancied, like Bob Acres, "I felt it oozing out of the palms of my hands." I go regularly to church, pay strict attention to the sermon, and like the rest, when church is out, station myself at the corner to look at the pretty girls. Invariably in this case; the young buxom beaus would be greeting each other on the achievement of last Sunday's victories over their most formidable antagonists. For instance: Mr. B., I heard you swept the sward last Sunday; you would show no body any chance; they say you cut Jim Huggins out twice as clear as a whistle, and I think you have a sneaking notion after Miss W. Now the fact is, to tell my tale correct, I had a notion for Miss W. myself; she stood before the church door for some time, and no one offered his services, I at length summoned up courage enough to walk up, shake hands, and enquire after her health, which was all done in form with due precision. I then enquired if she had company, to which she answered in the negative.--I offered my services, which were accepted--an engagement I looked upon as a sacred compact; though the words cutting out, sounded in my ears, (and for which I had a most fearful dread,) until we found ourselves mounted upon our hacknies, and fairly out of sight of the church. I was now in my new situation suprememly happy--Miss W. talked with all the vivacity; grace and intelligence, which was requisite to brighten, and enliven a countenance so interesting as her's [sic] was; my heart which before had been entirely invulnerable to Cupid's arrows, was now melting under the benign radience of this lovely, intellectual being. Our pace was gentle, the distance was growing shorter and shorter, much to my regret, and I fancied, to her's also. When we arrived at the summit of a hill, which commanded a beautiful prospect, attracted our attention, and elicited some casual remarks, the recitation of several poetic effusions on both sides, partaking half of romance, and half of love. When suddenly we were both startled by the clattering of horse's feet, as though in full speed, approaching towards us. I drew my pony along side Miss W's fine hackney, ready to seize the rein if requisite, looking back over my shoulder, the noise approached with redoubled fury--in an instant, at the summit of the hill, which we had just left, two dark objects, mounted on noble steeds, issued from a cloud of dust. I hastily made my observations known to Miss W., who could not turn her head at that instant, as her steed had also fired at the approaching speed--She said in a low voice, "Mr. G., mind, or you will be cut out." Cut out! struck me like an electric shock; but I was about to be cut out; and I thought of a thousand ways to avoid it.--My first conclusion was to give chase; but the accidents she would be exposed to, (for I already had her safety nearer at heart than my own,) made me relinquish the design.--My last hope was to appeal to their reason for mercy. I turned my head half round, when, lo! right above me in full speed was Mr. B., a broad shouldered young fellow, mounted upon a horse about half as high again as my own. I dodged, shrugged my head between my shoulders, for fear of losing it--a tremendous shock followed from the concussion of the two steeds, myself and pony flew off in an opposite direction headlong, in a fence corner. In an instant I sprang upon my feet, and in the heat of my passion vented some execrations upon his head.--Mr. D. that moment struck the lady's horse with his whip, she was urged forward without knowing whither she was going, half terrified to death.

Our two champions burst into a loud fiend-like horse laugh, which reverberated through the surrounding woods. I stood for a moment in amazement, afraid to move, lest some one might observe me--for surely I had now been cut out! They were soon out of sight. I mounted my pony, shaped my course towards home; my mind full of revenge. I formed a dozen schemes to get satisfaction, none of which have ever been put in execution; but live to console myself with the excuse for my single blessedness, that I have been cut out, and was cut out for an old bachelor.

It needs not language to prove the impropriety of such conduct, base, unfeeling in the highest degree; and if such conduct be sanctioned, some one will eventually have to pay the forfeit with the sacrifice of a limb or neck. This is not the only seen of the kind which has come under my observation.

I have seen camp-meeting struggles, ladied in imminent danger of losing their arms; and this too, among persons who make much pretention to repectability. If there is any real honor, or intrinsic pleasure, in cutting out, let the issue not be decided for the future, by horse and horsemanship; but let the value of your company and conversation, merit your preference, and then our time may be appropriated to some advantage. Of all things, let prior engagements always be respected; and I will insure you the fair sex will soon cultivate those forms of society which will afford them the most happiness.

Z

The (Westminster)Carrolltonian, And Baltimore And Frederick Advertiser, October 8, 1833.

Obituary.

The early life of Jacob Girty gave hopes of comfortable respectibility in old age; he lived a useful and respectable citizen, until the down-hill of life:--misfortunes, imprudencies and adversities, crowded around and sorely beset his declining years.

Poor old Girty, lived and supported himself by his own exertions, being a celebrated Collar-Maker, until a few days past, when he was attacked by disease, and died at Union-town, Md. October 5th, 1833, aged 73 years. It is said that Girty has a wife, a son and a sister, living widely scattered in this extensive country.--On the following day his remains were decently intered in the German Reformed graveyard, in Union-town.

"By strangers buried, and
By strangers_____________.". X.Y.Z.
The (Westminster) Carrolltonian, October 12, 1833.



Dogs! Dogs! Dogs!

For the Carrolltonian

Mr. Editor,

I wish you to allow me a small portion of your paper, for the purpose of calling the attention of the people of Westminster, to the propriety of increasing their stock of dogs. This you may think is very strange, and so may the people generally, but I think if the advantages resulting from an increase of the stock on hand, were properly shown, the citizens of Westminster would at once proceed at least to a doubling of their canine capital.

One very great advantage resulting from an increase would be, the preservation of poultry, from the ravages of vermin, which, you know, are very numerous in this vicinity. But what I consider of far more importance is the delightful musick [sic] which they afford our citizens. What is more delightful than the barking or howling of twenty or thirty dogs collected together? What language can best express the pleasurable feelings of a man, roused from his quiet slumber by a sonorous bow! wow! sounded beneath his chamber window, together with the accompaniment of all the different tones, and cadences, common to canine serenades? What is more sublime; what musick more enchanting than the mingled howl of hound and cur, bull, terrier and fiste? You have no idea, sir, of the delightful serenade made by a collection of dogs, unless you have realized something of the kind; and if you have not, I would advise you to take up lodging, for one night, at our principal Hotel; you would then be fully prepared to appreciate the beneficial tendency of canine serenades. It is in that neighborhood that the greatest number of dogs generally collect, doubtless with the view of gratifying the ears of transient visiters with specimens of what they can do if required.

The number of dogs in Westminster does not exceed one hundred and fifty; a number entirely too small for this place; hence the necessity of an increase. In conclusion let me entreat the people to be "up and doing" for the safety of poultry and more particularly the gratification of travellers--and as for our own citizens, 'go ahead' [David Crockett's famous motto. J.G.] in this important improvement.

An Admirer of Musick

Westminster, July 30th, 1836.

The (Westminster) Carrolltonian



Silk Cocoonery

For The Carrolltonian.

While we are engaged in the turmoil and bustle of politics, it is a pleasure to have something else to attract our attention--and Mr. William Reese, of our town, from his enterprising spirit, has given our citizens something to excite their curiosity and admiration. I allude to his Silk Cocoonery, which by his energetic and active exertions, has [sic] now in full operation in our town. Mr. Reese has upwards of two hundred thousand Silk Worms, and near about one half of the Worms are now actually spinning the silk. He has at this time some five or six boys engaged in attending to the Worms--and I have no doubt that should he be successful this year, he will be able in a year or two, to give employment to a number of poor women and boys, and thus assist them in obtaining a support and the comforts of life. There can no longer be a doubt, but that the soil and climate of our section of country is well and admirably suited to the raising of the Mulberry and cultivation of the silk; and the labour [sic] in its cultivation is so easy, that the oldest women and the youngest boys and girls, and even the lame and the blind can without difficulty attend to all the various duties, and thereby be relieved from beggary and distress. Our town is particularly adapted to silk, or any manufacturing establishment, and all that is wanting, is a little enterprise to make it one of the most flourishing towns in the State. And it is a pleasure to find that Mr. Reese has so much of the enterprising spirit as to venture to put in operation an establishment which will ultimately tend so much to the advantage of its citizens.

A FRIEND

The (Westminster) Carrolltonian, July 3, 1840.



[Leigh Master's Clover Taking Over in 1840]

For the Carrolltonian

"A stich in time saves nine."

This old homely adage, Mr. Editor, is as applicable to the affairs of husbandry as to those of "the good house-wife," and should always urge us to give proper and timely attention to our tools, fences, &c. &c. But I have lately been forcibly struck with the terrible spread of noxious weeds through our county; all of which might have been with a few hours [sic] work kept under if not entirely extirpated. See from the vicinity of your place how the "white blossom," or as it used to be called Le Master's Clover, [A rare 19th c. reference to Leigh Master. J.G.]has covered whole farms and is extending in every direction, now almost defying any effort to root it out. There are many farms yet round about on which there is little or none--let the owners of these remember a stich in time saves nine--what can be done now by the application of a few hours labour [sic] each summer, may if neglected defy all attempts to destroy it. And there are several varieties of the Docks--broad and narrow, and our docks--only a sticj in time, before they seed, and it will do sore eyes good to find a stock. Then there is the common thistle--a perfect nuisance every way. If around in a neighborhood all will apply a little labour before the seed forms for two years, they will be cleared out. But I see from the last number of the Farmer's Cabinet, that the terrible pest the "Canada Thistle," is rapidly coming on in this direction. It is already spreading much in the neighborhood of Philadelphia; brought there in timothy seed from the State of New York. Let every man that buys timothy seed in Baltimore know where it is from--there is much sold there of eastern growth--buy none of such, it may have the seed of this noxious weed. It is most difficult to extirpate as it propagates itself by seed and roots, and covers the whole surface of the ground as far as it goes with one mat of thistle leaves--beware of it. Z.

The (Westminster) Carrolltonian, July 3, 1840.



PAVING [Westminster Main Street Known as "King Street" as late as 1840.]

I hereby give notice that the ordinances of the corporation of Westminster, requires that the side walks of the main street of the town "King Street," be graded and paved with stone or brick, on or before the 1st day of October last.--And I hereby give notice to the owners of houses and lots situate on King Street, between the Washington road and the Alley immediately east of Davis' tavern on the south, and between Wampler's Mill road and the south west corner of John S. Murray's lot on the north, that have not graded and paved as directed by said Ordinances of the town, to forthwith comply with the requirements of the ordinance. And I hereby further give notice that every part, parcel, lot or lots of ground on King street, that remains unpaved, on the first day of September next, I will by the authority in me vested, proceed immediately to grade and pave the same at the proper cost of the owner or owners of the lots.

WM. SHIPLEY, Jr. Burgess.

The (Westminster) Carrolltonian, July 10, 1840.



FOUND DEAD.

On Wednesday last the frame of a man was discovered lying in the woods of Mr. Sawble, a short distance from this place, in such a state of putrifaction as to elude all recognition. A small bundle was also found nearby the body containing a number of silversmith's tools, and a hat with a snuff box and razor. It is supposed from these articles that it was the remains of a German, named Anthony Pruggmaer, silversmith by trade, who resided in this place for a number of years, until about six months since when he removed to Baltimore. He visited this place about two months since, and the remains appear to have laid there about that long. He was about 40 years of age--of good disposition, but unfortunately he was addicted to intemperance, in consequence of some misfortune, which has been the means of bringing him to an awful and premature death. An inquest was held over his remains and a verdict rendered in accordance with the above statement.

The (Westminster) Carrolltonian, September 29, 1843.



IMPORTANT SURGICAL OPERATION.

Communicated

On the 18th last, a fine boy, aged three years, son of the Rev. Hezekiah Crout got a bean into its windpipe. Twenty hours after the accident, Dr. Payne, of Westminster Carroll County Md., removed the bean by the following method, and saved the boy's life, to the inexpressible joy and gratitude of his fond parents and relatives. He is now well. A considerable cut was made length wise in front of the neck, through the skin, fat &c., down to the windpipe, and a slit cut into the windpipe three fourths of an inch long, a short space above the top of the breast bone. The bean had swollen and was more than half an inch long, and lodged in the lower end of the wind pipe. An attempt to remove it by passing an instrument into the windpipe through the cut was made, but unsuccessfully. The boy was then held up by the feet and shaken, whilst the cut in the windpipe was held open by a hook; in a few seconds the bean appeared at the opening and was taken out with an instrument. The boy has a short neck and is very fat, and the cut was an inch or more deep. The Doctor thinks it extremely hazardous to delay the operation after it has been ascertained that the substance drawn into the air tube will not readily dissolve, or go to pieces, and be expectorated in a short time.

The Carroll County Democrat, May 29, 1845.



Daguerrian Portraits.

V.C. Brown, the celebrated Daguerrian Artist, from New York, has arrived in town and taken rooms at the Court House. We have examined specimens of pictures taken since his arrival, and can assure our readers that they are far superior and more life-like than any we have seen taken in this part of the country. We advise those having kindred or friends they love, to procure one or more of these valuable momentos, which are always so highly prized when death takes from us those we so fondly love and cherish. Give him an early call. An opportunity for procuring so truly valuable and life-like picture,[sic] may not soon occur.

The (Westminster) Carrolltonian, March 23, 1855.



That Dark Night.

I saw a notice in your paper of certain pedestrians, who, on a dark Sunday night, not long since, wandered over fields, etc. and did not find their way in 'till "break of morning." As you have not heard half nor quarter, I have concluded to notice the doings of a couple gentlemen in our vicinity--On the Sunday evening in question two young "uns" paid a visit to their Lady Loves, and after spending a very pleasant evening took their departure for home--some fifty or a hundred yards from the house at which our friends had been so kindly entertained, run [sic] a stream, across which our pedestrians had to go in order to reach home--arm in arm they trudged along pulling their way with a stick, and the first place that they knew of their where abouts [sic] was when they found themselves "piled up" in the creek. One lost his "Shanghai sky pitcher" and in searching for it became so much confused as to be unable to determine which way to steer. They knew their way lay up the creek, and if they could find which way the water run were safe, but after tramping the creek and feeling with their hands, were still unable to decide. Finally they bolted through the woods and after wandering over fields, through brush, in mud puddles, etc., gave up in despair and set up a pitiful "bleating." They yelled, hallooed and shouted--a young gentleman who had retired for the night, hearing the awful shrieks for help, in his haste to reach the door, fell down a flight of steps breaking several cream pots, and dislocated his shoulder. Our heroes again moved onward if not upward, and finding a barn dtermined to take up lodging for the balance of the night, but in their ingress happening to climb into the mow tumbled down among the horses. After extricating themselves from that difficulty, hallooing and shouting all the while as if for "dear life," the farmer made his appearance. Our heroes asked for a lantern and requested to be informed the way to Maus' Mill, when lo and behold they found they were at the house from whence they started. The gentlemen of the house kindly took them in and they remained until "rosy morning." The next day a song was picked up, of which the following is a part:

"Josiah and Butcher went out walking,
The girls treated them according,
Butcher lost his sky pitcher
And found it on the other side of Jordan."

[Editor's note.] Sebastopol is like a dose of salts--hard to take!

The [Westminster] Carrolltonian, April 6, 1855.



Sad Accident.

On Saturday evening last, between five and six o'clock, Conrad Shilling, a German by birth, in the employ of F. Awald, shoemaker, in the west end of Westminster, came to his death under the following circumstances:--He had loaded a single barrel gun with about one hundred beans and wadded it with green leaves, for the purpose of shooting a bird in the immediate rear of the dwelling of Mr. Awald, and placed the gun at the back window, determinig at a fair opportunity to fire. On going to the window, he attempted to draw the gun in by the muzzle, when the hammer of the gun coming in contact with the window sill, caused the gun to go off, the whole contents of which entered between the two ribs just above the stomach, inclined upwards, penetrating and lacerating a porttion of the left lung, and lodging near the base of the heart. [These discoveries were made by post mortem examination. {Editor's original comments. J.G.]] Shortly after the occurrence,he fell, and lay in an internal suffering condition until death ensued at about 5 o'clock on Sunday morning. He received the prompt attention of Doctors Mathias, Hering, and Warfield, who afforded him all the relief in their power. The deceased was patient under all his suffering, and was much esteemed by all who knew him. He was formerly from Baltimore, and at the time of his death was a member of the Improved Order of Red Men, No. 2, of that city.

The Carroll County Democrat, June 19, 1856.

Charge of Larceny.

On Saturday last, two persons, known as Gipsies, [sic] named Charles Hoffman and his wife Rosa, were arrested near this place by High Constable Housner on a warrant issued by Jesse Frysinger, Esq., Justice of the Peace, on a charge made before said Justice, by Mr. Jacob Myerly, of having stolen, out of his house, in Carroll County, Maryland, $170 in money, besides one quilt, two shirts and several other articles. The whole of the property was found in possession of the accused, the money having been safely secreted, as supposed, by the fair Rosa, in her bosom which, however, did not escape examination from the intrusion of the Constable. The accused made defence [sic] before the magistrate that they obtained the money and articles from the prosecutor and his family, for services rendered to prosecutor's daughter for the cure of a cancer with which she was afflicted, by the art of "Sympathy," of which art the Magistrate seemed to have no faith, and as it was in evidence before him that Charley had been in the room in said house where there had been a small chest containing the money, three times, the last time quite alone, he having stated to the family that it was absolutely necessary for perfecting a cure that no person should be present, and his defence [sic] being also disproved, the Magistrate committed the accused to the York county jail.--Hanover Citizen.

The Carroll County Democrat, July 17, 1856.



Cupid's Head Quarters

Prepare For Love's Holiday!

VALENTINES, Sentimental and Comic; Valentine Writers, Cards, Envelopes, Mottoes, &c., latest styles and most beautiful designs, in great variety, at MILLS & SEDWICK'S, Uniontown, Md.

The Carroll County Democrat, February 19, 1857.



MAP OF CARROLL COUNTY.

The advertiser would respectfully inform the citizens, that he is about to publish from original surveys, a complete and reliable MAP OF CARROLL COUNTY, showing distinctly marked, the public roads, streams, towns, mills, Post Offices, taverns, stores, churches, and the names of property holders opposite their respective dwellings. Also, enlarged plans of the towns on the margin, with views of public buildings &c. The Maps will be about four feet square, nicely finished and backed, mounted, colored in districts, and varnished, making a handsome ornament for the parlor, office, or library.

Being about to wait upon the citizens for subscriptions, he hopes they will give their aid and encouragement to so generally useful an enterprise. SIMON J. MARTENET, Surveyor and Civil Engineer, No. 6, South street, Baltimore.

The Carroll County Democrat, February 19, 1857.



[The Deathbed As Theater]

Communicated

On Monday night, the 22nd of December, 1856, in Westminster, Md., Isaac Shriver, in the 80 year [sic] of his age.

Our deceased brother was an exemplary Christian about 22 years. In his life, the precepts of religion were beautifully exemplified; his walk was circumspect and consistent, regarded by the community as a man of profound piety, and a high spirituality imparting to the whole of his career a moral loveliness, which presents his life to our view as an ideal type of all that is honorable and pure. There was in the character of the deceased a tenderness of feeling, and a fine strung sensibility, which can only be associated with the noblest moral excellence. He was a useful member;--not a mere spectator, but a workman in God's vineyard. His faithful attendance evidenced his appreciation of the institutions of religion. He not only improved, but made opportunities to suggest the subject of religion to the favorable consideration of the old and young. During our revival last year, when some 70 embraced religion, his age and feebleness would have been sufficient to justify his absence; but his heart was in the work, and for nearly 6 weeks, amid storm and rain, he walked nightly with his lantern to the temple, about a mile from his residence, to participate in the meeting, and was instrumental in leading a number to the altar of prayer. He served the church faithfully in the capacity of a class leader for some years, and was greatly beloved by them.

During his last illness, including 14 weeks, I frequently visited him, and never left without being much profited. I always found him in a happy frame of mind; he seemed to be filled with the ecstacy of religion. When extremely ill, he would frequently unite in singing and prayer, and then would speak exultingly of the power of religion to assuage his agonies and sweeten the bitterness of death; and when unable to converse, would lay his trembling hand on his bosom and then pointed [sic] upward to his home in heaven.

When death came, he was not afraid to die; as his end aproached, [sic] he leaned upon his staff standing on the margin of the river, looked calmly at the rolling billows of death, awaiting the signal to launch away. Not a single doubt intruded upon his mind; he had the faith of assurance that is always triumphant, though reason be confounded.

About 3 o'clock, P.M., he indicated by a sign that he had a communication to make. The dying man summoned to the task all the power he could command, but failed. He was then handed pen and paper; but his attempt to write his last thoughts created quite a sensation. A few scattered words assisted the family to ascertain his wishes, in relation to his burial. He now gave another sign which added to the excitement, and after repeated efforts, the family found he desired to bid them all farewell. The hour of parting had arrived. As his wife, children, and grand-children approached the dying father, great solemnity prevailed, interrupted only by sighs and tears. Three colored servants were then called to share in the parting scene. Charles had been a faithful servant, and now feeble with age, stood in the presence of his dying master. The dying became convulsed with emotion, and struggled but in vain to pronounce his last admonition and blessings.

Between 7 and 8 o'clock, he was observed looking at the clock, and in great feebleness counted 12 on his fingers, indicating the hour of his departure. He continued clapping his hands with short intervals, expressive of his heartfelt joy. A half hour previous to his death, he requested a sitting posture; while in this position, he calmly surveyed the family, "assuring them that all was well;" then pointed upward to heaven, where he would await the arrival of his family and friends. About two minutes before he died, he raised his hand over his eyes, as though he were gazing upon some heavenly visitor, and then gracefully waived his hand as the last token of victory; and as his hand fell he breathed his last 5 minutes [sic] before 12. The battle of life is over, and bro. Isaac Shriver is now mingling with the redeemed in heaven. We commend his pious wife and children to a merciful Providence, who is the guide and refuge of his people.

Feb. 28, 1857. F. SWENTZLE

[The Carroll County Democrat? March, 1857. Date Uncertain. J.G.]



Strange Case of Inhumanity.

We published yesterday morning a statement of the finding of an inquest at the jail by coroner Sparklin, over the body of a German named Christian Minks, who was committed for disorderly conduct, and who died during a fit of, mania a potu. Deceased was a married man, living on the Reisterstown road, near Smith's lane, and after his death, information was communicated to his wife, in order that she might call for the body and have it buried in a manner consonant with her views. To the great astonishment and disgust of the officers of that institution, however, a German called, and representing that the wife had sent him, said he would sell the body for ten dollars. Finally he concluded to take five dollars, urging as an excuse that the wife was poor--that she had been beaten and ill-treated by her husband when alive, and the amount for the body would enable her to pay the rent and buy bread for the little ones. The man's proposals not being acceptable, he was dismissed, and coroner Sparklin sent for who took the body in charge and had it decently buried.--

[The Baltimore Clipper, Thursday edition.] The American Sentinel, June 4, 1858.



WHAT THE PRESS SAY.

"COSTAR'S" Exterminators are invaluable remedies for clearing houses of all sorts of vermin. With all confidence we recommend them.--N.Y. Daily State Register.
'COSTAR'S" remedies for all domestic pests, such as Rats, Roaches, Bed-Bugs, Ants, Fleas, &c. are invaluable; we can speak from actual knowledge of their merits.--Druggists and Dealers should send their orders early, if they would secure a trade in them.--New York Journal.
"I shall write something about your Exterminators, as I can do so with propriety.--They are selling rapidly here and destroying all vermin."--Ed. "Banner," Fayette, Mo.


"Death to all Vermin."

As Spring approaches,
Ants and Roaches,
From their holes come out,
And Mice and Rats,
In spite of Cats,
Gaily skip about.
Bed-Bugs bite
You, in the night,
As on the bed you slumber,
While Insects crawl
Thro' chamber and hall,
In squads with out number.

IT IS TRULY WONDERFUL WITH what certainty, Rats, Roaches, Mice, Moles, Ground Mice, Bed-bugs, Ants, Moths, Mosquitoes, Fleas, Insects or Animals, in short every species of Vermin, are utterly destroyed and exterminated by
"Costar's" Rat, Roach, &c. Exterminator.
"Costar's" Bed-bug Exterminator.
"Costar's" Electric Powder, for Insects.

Supplied direct. by mail. to any address in United States, as follows:
On receipt of $1.00, a box of the Rat, Roach, &c. Ext.;
On receipt of $2.00, a box of each of the Rat, Roach, &c. Ext., and Electric Powder, (sent postage paid,) sufficient to destroy the vermin on any premises.
Sold by Druggists and Dealers everywhere.
"Costar's" Principal Depot, 420 Broadway, N.Y.

The Carroll County Democrat, March 17, 1859.



TO TRAVELLERS

The EXPRESS OMNIBUS LINE now leaves the city hotel, Westminster at 4 o'clock,A.M.,and arrives in Baltimore at 10 A.M.; returning leaves the Western Hotel corner of Howard & Saratoga Streets at 3 P.M., and arrives in Westminster at 9 P.M. The United States Mail Line leaves Westminster, Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays at 11 A.M., and Baltimore, Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturday at 7 A.M.

D. Gerr & Co.,

Proprietors.

The Carroll County Democrat, May 24, 1860.



FRIGHTFUL EPIDEMIC

Up until Monday last we lived under the impression that our County was one of the healthiest in the State, if not in the entire Union; little dreaming of the vast amount of disease that lurked near us. Monday and Tuesday last, however revealed the fact so plainly that we no longer doubt it. Early on Monday morning the office of Dr. Jesse L. Warfield, the Examining Surgeon, was besieged by a motly crew, which continued to increase all day, until it was almost impossible to pass through the street. To a superficial observor most of them would have been taken for hale hearty fellows, yet they was [sic] afflicted with more diseases than we have ever found enumerated in a patent medicine advertisement. Indeed so great was the rush of this class, that many who have been cripples for life became disgusted and went off without presenting themselves at all. We do not profess a knowledge of medical science, but incline to the opinion that it is rather a new disease to the faculty of this section, but has recently made its appearance in some of the Eastern Shore Counties, where it is known as the "Democratic Anti-War Fever". It has never been known to prove fatal, nor even affect the appetite, but always resulting in a total destruction of the organ of patriotism. Many who were here on Monday gave unmistakable evidences of keen appetites, at least, from the manner in which the bolognas, crackers and cheese, disappeared from the groceries, and were washed down with copious draughts of red-eye.

Tuesday up to the time of this writing the rear guard of this illustrious army of exempts had not yet passed, but were still marching on. We deem the following Parody, from one of our contemporaries [C.W. Webster?] as most singularly appropriate to the scene:

From every hill and dale,
Right along onward,
Crowded the sick brigade--
Five or six hundred.
"Exempt," was the skulker's cry,
Though they'd no reason why,
Theirs but to push and try,
Into the Doctor's shop
Surged the six hundred.

Skulkers in front of it,
Skulkers in rear of it,
Skulkers surrounding it,
Clamored and thundered:
Deaf to all sense of shame,
Great strapping fellows came
Asking exemption, all,
Five or six hundred.

Oh, what a crowd was there,
How their groans rent the air,
And every man did swear
He was disabled:
Some had an ache or pain,
Some had a bruise or sprain,
Some couldn't stand the rain,
All were enfeebled.

Ruddy with health were they,
Limbs in full active play,
Right at the door they drove,
Every man numbered;
Crowded and struggling there,
Gasping for want of air,
How they did stamp and swear,
Gallant six hundred.

Honor the sick parade!
Honor the charge they made!
(Charged on the doctor's shop,)
Onward, right onward.
Long shall the tale be told,
Yes, when our babes are old--
How they strode forward.

We learn that some of or humane citizens are endeavoring to secure the Odd Felow's Hall as a Hospital, where many of the worst cases may receive attention, and thereby furnish more salutary employment for some of our female sympathisers than going into ecstacies over lousy rebels.

The American Sentinel, Friday, October 3, 1862.



Base Ball Club [Carroll County's Earliest Team]

On the 14th inst. a match game was played by the Olympians (of Westminster,) and the Calvert,(of New Windsor,) Base Ball Clubs, on the grounds of the latter. The game commenced exactly at half past one, the Olympian, having the first innings; but in consequence of the rain was not concluded, only four innings being played. At the conclusion the Calvert Club was a head [sic] by a score of 37 to 5. The following are the runs made in each inning:

Olympian, 2...1...1...1...5

Calvert, 0....13..13..11..37

When the challenge was accepted by the Olympian, it was proposed and accepted by the Calvert Club, that the President of the other B.B.C. of Westminster should act as umpire, but a letter, sent too late for the arrangements, was sent by the gentleman to the Calvert Club, in which he stated his reasons for not acting on the occasion. So the lympians arrived, and Umpire there was none. After some explanations in regard to his absence, the matter was speedily and satisfactorily arranged by the respective Captains, Col. McKellip on the part of the Olympian, and Mr. Gardner on that of the Calvert, that Capt. Byers of the Olympian was to act as Umpire, and Mr. Cockey of the Calvert as referee. No decision to be found unless mutually agreed upon. We are happy to acknowledge the fair and impartial decision of Capt. Byers, and trust that if a return game be played, he will honor us by acting in the same capacity.

The Democratic Advocate, June 21,1866.