Lucinda Joan Rogers Boyd
Published: 2013-09
Total Pages: 64
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1894 edition. Excerpt: ... CHRONICLES OF CYNTHIANA OTHER CHRONICLES. CHAPTER I. OLD CITIZENS, ETC. Nestled among the fertile hills of Harrison county, Kentucky, is the little city of Cynthiana. Hither came actors, a hundred years ago, to "Fret their little hour upon the stage, And then be seen no more." Few stones remain to mark the place where they played their last act--when death extinguished the footlights, and the weary actors crossed from Time to Eternity. If Abram Crossdale, who died and was buried in the old cemetery, in 1812, could rise from the dead and sit on his moss-grown tombstone, how would he be surprised to see the cars thunder past his restingplace! And if he might interrogate " Young America" (he would n't be afraid of the " Old Ghost," not he), he might learn that since he fell asleep, eighty years ago, steamboats and steamships have been made to sail all the rivers and seas, and that they and steam cars had brought all the wonders of once unknown lands to our very doors; that a man in Cynthiana can reprove, by word of mouth, his son who is in Cincinnati; that a woman can scold her husband, through the telephone, from Boston to New York! And, equally strange, that telegraph wires belt the globe, and that by lightning we send messages to the uttermost parts of the earth. He may learn also that we still mourn for "The touch of a vanished hand, But not for the sound of a voice that is still;" For Edison has invented a machine to catch and hold for ages the sweet low, voice of woman or the stirring tones of man's eloquence--that once uttered in times past were lost forever. And that dear to the human heart as any discovery of any age is the one made by Daguerre, who used the sunbeams as pencils with which to draw a perfect likeness of the human...