York Pioneer Looking Back

Whilst the greatest effort has been made to ensure the quality of this text, due to the historical nature of this content, in some rare cases there may be minor issues with legibility. The scenes of my childhood, whose lov'd recollection<br>Embitters the present compared with the past;<br>Where science first dawned on the powers of reflection,<br>And friendships were formed too romantic to last.<br><br>The picturesque little town of Monaghan, in the North of Ireland is situated in a valley surrounded by hills which enclose two small lakes, and adjacent is the serpentine Blackwater river, whose banks are decked with shrubbery and covered with the primrose, cowslip and wild rose in the spring and summer months. In this pretty little inland town the w4riter spent the sunny hours of childhood and youthful days till he arrived at the age of fifteen years. St. Paul was proud of his Tarsus, and said it was no mean city. The writer can use the same words in at least one respect. If Tarsus gave to Australia a Governor-General, and to Canada a Lieutenant-Governor, a Chief Justice, a Bishop, several M.P's, professional men, merchants and farmers who were a credit to the country.<br><br>The writer was the third son in a family of ten children, consisting of seven brothers and three sisters. His father was a manufacturer of carriages and agricultural implements; he employed a number of men and did a profitable business. About one mile from the town we had a farm where we spent many of our leisure hours, exercising the five senses the Almighty endowed us with.<br><br>In the spring and summer mornings we arose with the lark and proceeded to our little demesne where the sense of seeing was gratified by taking in at a glance the clear blue sky and rising orb of day or a whole landscape, with its hill, dale, wood and waterfall. Of hearing by music of the feathery songsters who warbled notes of praise to their Creator. Of taste, by the gathering of berries and other wild, fruits, which grew in abundance. Of smell, by the aroma of the hawthorn