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EDITORIAL
THE LAND OF VIRGINIA DARE.
Since the days of early childhood we
heard and read of Roanoke Island, i
;ut not until last week did we have the;
-riviiegc of seeing it with the natural i
f-ves. We had spent a sultry night, toss-!
-ne; in our pent-up birth. The swish of ;
the waters underneath our open window
hr ought only the thought of coolness. ;
In tlie grav morning we looked out on j
the expanse of Croatan Sound, boardered j
on the west by marshes miles way, and ;
; n the east by low-lying banks of sand.
linn clouds were giving forth fitful ;
nashes of sheet-lightning, and over Bod- j
die's Island lighthouse, in which the j
lamp still burned, hung the brighter and
dowlv ascending lamps of the morning ;
star. Seated on the deck of the steamer, j
we drank in the glorious coolness of the
riming, and watched the wonderful
transformation of the eastern sky, as the
sun arose and laid his pavement of beaten ;
cold across the trembling waters.
When we passed down the long pier ;
of Skyco wharf and set foot on the island, ;
we felt that this historic spot needed no i
mystic glamour of fancy. Nature, herself, j
had been lavish in the expenditure of ;
treasures. The wild flowers covered the .
ground, and thousands of wild roses re-
keyed the dark green of the shrubbery.
Thtr birds were shaking from their little
throats the minstrelsy of the woods. We
thought of the description of the island
given by those hardy mariners who took
p '.'ssession of it in the dying days of the
sixteenth century. They described it as
i land of foliage and song. We knew
i'.-r the first time that they had told the
".ruth, and we thanked God that here the
hand of civilization had left no blighting
C i i .
oke Island lies between Croatan
n.ii .me the KnnVrs. It is about twelve
.1
. t
'Vile king, and has an average width of
-Win tK,e miies. part of it is marshy,
vat tlie greater part consists of woods
and tilled lands. Oak, dogwood, cedar
-aid holly abound. The soil is admira-hk-
for trucking purposes, and needs, but
"'ttk: cultivation. The first tobacco that
tnt across the sea went from Roanoke
idand, yet tobacco is not now cultivated
' n this soil. Those who wrote about the
-land several hundred years ago repre--t-ntc-d
it as a wonderful place for lucious
grains. Grapes still abound. There is
( n the island a grape vine covering sev
eral acre- of ground. A century ago it
kn,wn as a very old vine, and tra
Vllon ud that the first settlers ate of its
Iru" Strange to sav, the vine still bears
-.nest of grapes.
l-anoke Island forms the greater part
( ! tlie hind portion of Dare County, and
'iit.this the county seat, Manteo. This
ah tile town on the eastern side of
Joiit three or four hundred inhabitants.
.'ire about 15,000 people on the
';!;nd. They are kind and hospitable.
Sjnie of them are educated and highly
cultivatc-fl. They believe in churches and
"cW.s. one of the best high school
gildings we have seen lately, we saw in
Manteo. There are two' Methodist
urches and one Baptist church. The
urch buildings are neat and commo
f'10. Fishing is the chief industry.
;aht. Ih R. Daniels, of Wanchese, told
;'s that one day's catch of shad last
ason presented a value of nearly $20,
Sturgeon fishing fs becoming an
,llfJustry. A few years ago the roe of this
fish was thrown away as useless,
it sells for eighty cents per pound
Sound fairly swarms with fish
kinds.
Une ot the most interesting spots on j The sad mvsterv of Virginia Dare and
the island is that marked by the remains j her fate seems to haunt Roanoke Island,
of the fort built over three hundred years Everything seems to be an interrogation
ago. It is near the northern extremity ! point, and we involuntarily ask the ques
of the island. When you approach it ; tion, what became of Virginia Dare? We
from the sea, you climb over high bluffs : listen at the sobbing of the surf on the
of sand fringed with stunted trees. De- j white sand and hear the muffled booming
scending into a small valley wild and ! of the breakers at Nag's Head ; we gaze
picturesque, you make your way through j upon the succession of sound and marsh
shrubbery and ancient trees to a kind of j sleeping under the blue skies unflecked
forest-protected basin in which can be seen j by a single cloud ; we see the sturdy trees
the remains of the fort in the shape of a j festooned by the graceful vines and in
salient polygon. The points of the salients j hale the delicious odor of the wild rose;
are as plain as if made only a few years and we say, " All this is beautiful, but
ago. This is easily explained by the fact j oh, Virginia Dare ! where are you ?" 'The
that the locality is protected from the ; question will never receive an answer
breakers of the sea, the march of sands, ! until the time when land and sea shall
and the wasting effects of rains and j be no more. But the "lost maiden" is
snows. The Roanoke Colony Memorial ! remembered by thousands who have en
Assocsation has marked each point with shrined her memory in their hearts,
a piece of granite. The soil itself has ; Three miles across the Sound from
been left untouched. In the center is a j Roanoke Island is famous Nag's Head,
granite slab. On one side are the words: j Twenty-five years ago the Banks, nearly
" In memory' of our first President, Ed- a mile wide, were covered with a forest,
ward Graham Daves. Erected by the . Now there is not a tree to be seen. The
Roanoke Colony Memorial Assooiation, j mighty waves of sand ever rolling south
Nov. 24, 1896, Graham Daves, Presi-: ward have submerged the forest. There
dent, Jno. M. Bassett, Sec. and Treas."
On the other side of the slab, sur
mounted by a Maltese cross, is this in
scription :
"On this site in July August, 1585,
(O. S.) Colonists sent out from Eng- i
land by Sir Walter Raleigh, built a fort, 1
1 1 1 1 .. 1 '
called by them
THE NEW FORT IX VrRGIXIA.
These Colonists were the first settlers
of the English race in America. They
returned to England in July, 1586, with
Sir Francis Drake
t Rth
of August, 1587, j
' Virginia dre
' " ' j
the first child of English parents, born
in America daughter of Ananias Dare ;
and Eleanor W hite, his wife, members of j
another band of Colonists sent out by
Sir Walter Raleigh in 1587.
On Sunday, August 20, 1587, Virginia ;
Dare was baptized. Manteo, the friendly j tern aronnd the neck of a lame horse and
chief of the Hatteras Indians had been let him wander and down the beach
baptized on the Sunday preceding These ; at ht Sailors would mistake the
baptisms are the first known celebration H ht nd tllus be decoved into danger
of a Christian sacrament in the territory QUS waters The Century a vear or so
of the thirteen original Lmted States. ' published a poem in which the
As we gazeci on this historic spot and wreckers are represented as making The
thoueht of how loug before Jamestown j ai t? uwnii, ,hi-
was settled and the Pilgrims landed on
Plymouth Rock, the little band of Eng
lishmen and women in a strange land
built this fort as a protection against the
wild Indians; of how they must have
looked out on the same waters that now
fret the shores, and listened to the same
winds that now whisper through the live
oaks, we felt that we were standing on
almost sacred ground. On what sacri
fices as foundation stones our Christian
civilization is based.
Virginia Dare, herself, would make
Roanoke Island famous. She was the
first white English child born in North
America. She was left with the other
Colonists by Gov. White, who returned
to England. Every school child who
has studied the history of North Carolina
knows how, on Gov. White's return to
the island a few years afterward, he found
! no trace of the Colonists except the word
"Croatoan" on a tree 011 the beach. Mis- x tQ see the day when onr State win
; fortune prevented Gov. White from mak-1 take snch pride in her rich bistoric lad
ing a search for the lost colony, and he j tage that she win make this beautiful
; was compelled to return to England, j a graced bv the hand of art
: Nothing has ever been heard of the fate j and the touch 'of nature, and forming a
i of Virginia Dare and the others. Legend ; tino. place for the Past and Present.
has been busy witn tneir late. Jirs.
with their fate. Mrs.
Kobert cotton nas em uouieu uicicgcuunj
1 1 1 11 1 An-r,.
story 01 Virginia umc m a uwuuiui;.
: poem entitieci 1 ne vv 111 lc uc.
1 Vi "rirrrit-lia T)ctrf arpw tni..
iicgcuuiuo uu v & .
womanhood among friendly Indians ; how
; she was changed into a white doe by a
spitetui inaian iovci imuugu marie Sound, and when we came over
'of charmed mussel pearls; how this spell ; acrainst Kittv Hawk we turned our eves
I was broken by means of magic water, j Solltilward, where Roanoke lav like a
land charmed arrows in the hands or ,an-.ine of blne mist against tile horizon, and
i other lover, and other mystic devices Qnr heart waved an affectionate adieu, to
! ,.t1-,,"o1i l-ilrl the snnerstitious mind of the;,, ,LT i rw "
i vviin.11 x . .
j savage. Mrs. Cotton tells now important
i a part in the fate of Virginia Dare was
i performed by a silver arrow which was
! presented to the Indian chief Wanchese
i by the Bale Face Weroanza, Queen Eliza
ibeth. The "White Doe", through the
macne of her true Indian lover, wa
changed back into the beautiful maiden
just in time to receive the cruel arrow
from the bow of her wicked lover. The
gift of the silver arrow is accepted as a
fact, and is said to be the origin of the
tradition which now exists among the
Alleghany Mountains, that nothing now
RALEIGH, N. C, JUNE 28, 1899.
Now : will kill a white deer except a silver bul
The " let. Among lumbermen in the far North
of all west there is a superstitious fear of a
! white deer.
is a mountain of sand within a few hun
dred yards of the hotel. In five years
the great wave will have swept over the
hotel, if there, and will have buried it
from human sight. Between the hotel
and beach are great mountains of sand,
from the top of which, one can obtain a
. -
view or tlie hnest landscape and seascape
views m the world. The mystery of Tho
dosia Alston Burr haunts Nag's Head. She
was the daughter of Aaron Burr, and the
wife of Governor Alston, of South Caro
lina. She embarked in a ship from
Charleston m the earlv part of this cen-
turv- Her purpose was to visit her father
n ew or- snP was never heard
of afterward. Aaron Burr hardlv ever
smiled after he realized that his daughter
was lost Manv believe that the ship in
which the -fted and linfortmiate woman
embarked was decoyed on the beach at
Nag's Head
bv wrecker? ,
Tt i; a trarh-
t:nn thaf tll ' rt in f- lflT1
j There was found, in a wrecker's cabin,
several years ago, a picture which cer
; tain parties claim to be that of the un
; fortunate woman. The picture is now
! in Elizabeth Citv.
rnnnkf Tclmirl wnc thr r-pnp nf n bat-
! tk duri the late war General Burn-
side, in 1S62, landed 10,000 men on the
island, which was guarded by a small
; force of Confederate soldiers. The fort
; was near the town of Manteo. In cap
; turing the fort, General Bumside lost
about 400 men ; many perished in the
! marshes. This victory gave Burnside
i the key to North Carolina,
i There is no spot in the New World
around which clusters deeper historic in
; terest than around Roanoke Island. All
; honor to the Roanoke Colony Memorial
Association for emphasizing the historic
claim oi tins place. it snoula be a
! , T , Knrth Carolinian. We
, Tt1 ti r1v inrn;np- hours we first
!saw the
island. In the early morning
,ve left it. The deer was still upon
e
.
&
yrc
and the sheen 01 tlie sun-
; light was upon
; rfhf W1-lld
the water.
With
the
filling the
. loncrhed through the beautiful Albe-
sans
we
LI1C LidllU J1 msiliia
You may not be able to speak elo
quently for Jesus, but by His grace you
may live for Him influentially. Justin
Martyr confessed that he forsook philoso
phy, and became a Christian through his
admiration of the godly lives of primitive
Christians. Many a time it has cost
honest minds a great grief to feel that,
though they are willing enough to do what
they have engaged to do, yet they have
lost their ability to perform their word.
Spurgeon.
The Restful Yoke.
BY GEORGE DANA BOARDMAN, D. D.
"I have met," said Augustine, "many!
samgs m riaio ana m lcerco winch
were beautiful and wise; but among them j try for voung women is that of lullabv
all I never found 'Come unto Me, all ye; singing. Girls who are studying vocal
that labor and are heavy laden, and I j music are now turning their growing tal
will give you rest. Take My yoke upon ; ent to account by going to nurseries two
you, and learn of me; for I am meek and ; or three times a week and singing to the
lowly 111 heart: and ye shall find rest un-! children at their bedtime hour soft, croon
to your souls. ForIy yoke is easy, and j ing lullabies. This is in households, of
My burden is light.' " j course, where the mother is busy with so-
No wonder, O Augustine! Plato and cial duties or philanthropic work or en
Cicero were but men; Jesus is the Son of j gaged in reform work for women, but
God. Consider j most generally in the homes of the rich.
First, the persons Jesus invites : " Come Even the newest woman admits the in
unto me, all ye that labor and are heavy : fluence of sweet and correct singing on the
laden." "All ye that labor." These j developing mind of the little child. This
represent the active side of human unrest; j new industry may seem an exaggeration
all toilers after righteousness, laboring to of the detail, but in these days it is the
bring a Saviour down from above, or to j trifles that are considered in their bearing
bring a Saviour up from below ; striving upon large results.
to buy God's favor with penances or with This is startling news indeed, and one
charities ; seeking goodly pearls, but fail- mav well ask the question, " Is the old-
mg to find the one pearl of great price,
"And are heavy laden." These repre-
sent the passive side of human unrest ; all
who are carrying burdens of priestcraft,
ritual, bereavement, sickness, self-weari-
ness. And the invitation is as wide as ! to the mother, and the dear old lullabies,
the unrest: "Come unto Me, all ye that which were so sweet because mother used
labor and are heavy laden." ;to sing them, must be relegated forever
Secondly, the boon Jesus promises : j or else be heard from lips whose sole pur
"And I will give you rest." "Rest"
is the refrain in life's threnody.
'0 that I had wings like a dove!
Then would I fly away and be at rest."
And Jesus is the soul's rester. I do
not know that even Christ Himself ever
uttered a sublimer saying. Sublime it
was when He said to wind and waves,
"Peace, be still!" Sublimer it was when
he shouted, " Lazarus, come forth!" Sub-
nmesL it was wnen ne saia 10 a neavy
ladened world, "Come, and I will give
you rest." To speak peace to an accus-
ing conscience; to restore languislnng
aspirations; to quell mortal tumults; to
turn requiems into hosannas this is be-
yond the reach of money, art philosophy;
tins is tne acme even ot uoaneaa. And
Jesus is the only true rester,
As Augus-
tine says: "Thou didst make us for Thy
self, and our heart is unquiet until it is
quieted in Thee."
Thirdly, the condition Jesus imposes :
"Take My yoke upon you, and learn of
Me." "Take My yoke upon you." Then
j Jesus does have a yoke for us. Not yoke
m tne sense ot bondage, but yoke 111 the ringing away down in the heart, often
sense of service. Christianity is a king-: drowns the hum of the noisy streets, while
dom as well as a Gospel "Gospel of the; tiieir message brings a peace and corn
kingdom." Be not afraid, then, of this ' fort that nothing else can.
word "yoke;" it is Christ's own word, j There also comes back another picture
We see how mistaken those are who ' jn iater years, of a gentle poet a woman
imagine that Christ's rest is a cessation ; who was' compassed by many duties and
from work. Our king will have no ; many cares, but now sleeping out in Me
loungers in His kingdom, no mystic dil-: tairie who was never too busy, too tired,
jettauti. But Christ s rest is-tne restot;orto engrossed with social life to allow
I Christian service. "And learn of Me." , olie evening to pass without holding her
! What is it to learn from Christ ? It is to bovs " in her arms and humming- some
become Christ's pupil; to follow Him; to
take Him as our air, food, light, life, all.
This it is to "come to Christ." These
! three phrases "Come to Me." "Take
JL
I Mv voke," " Learn from Me" are mil
;tually convertible. To come to Christ
j is to take Christ's yoke; to take Christ's
I voke is to learn from Christ; to learn
Ifrom Christ is to find rest
Not, then,
everyone who labors or is neavy laaen
will obtain Christ's rest. None but he
who comes, takes, learns. You cannot
have Christ's rest without taking Christ's
yoke.
Fourthly, the reason Jesus assigns :
" Because I am meek and lowly in heart."
How meek Testis was is proved by His
111 "i t 1
stooping to mena oruisea reeas; nis na -
. 11 1 1 T T - 1
mg on ail ass , J.J.1S wctsiiiii axis uiacipico
feet; His bearing His own cross. In brief,
Jesus bore His own yoke, and so found
His own rest. As with the Master, so with j
the servant. May each of us be Christ's
true yokefellow!
Fifthly, the assurance Jesus
gives :
" For my yoke is easy, and my burden is
light." "My yoke is easy, wholesome,
helpful." Christ would not have our yoke
mere drudgery. His commandments are
not grievous. But our yoke mnst be
Christ's own yoke; not any yoke of man's
imposition. If our yoke is burdensome,
we may be sure it is not. Christ's yoke,
but man's. "And My burden is light."
When shall we learn that the sense of
duty is a genuine privilege, the source of
restful joy? To do God's will is to be in
harmony with all eternal forces.
Here, then, is the philosophy of rest,
Christ's restful yoke. The Examiner.
Send your Job Work to the Advocate.
New Series. Vol. l, No. 19.
The Old-Fashioned Mother.
IS SHE GOING OUT OF STYLE.
Not
long
a 0-0
a Northern
exchange
chronicled the news thnt "a new inHn
news
j fashioned mother really going out of
j style ? " Has it come to this point in the
i social evolution of the day and the solu-
tion of the women problem that paid tal
ent, must now take the place once sacred
x
I progress with a vengeance, and alas for
! the babies who must never know what it
is to lie on mother's breast, with moth
er's arms enfolding them, as the dear, fa-
miliar strains of "Rock-a-by, Baby,"
or
" Sleep, My Darling One; Sleep My Pret
ty One, Sleep," falls from mother's lips.
To the writer's mind there comes back
. the oictureof a beautiful childhood, and
j Gf a gentle mother bending softly over the
cradle where the baby slept, as she sang,
night after night, the songs the other
children, dozing in their little white cots,
never tired of hearing And when the
j baby was fast asleep for there always
j seemed to be a baby on hand mother
! went to each little bed in turn and croon-
-a cnm- wt lnllfllw n v;cw!
each one "good night," and tucked the
white coverlets around. The years have
come, and the years have gone since then,
and that nursery picture remains, beauti
ful and bright and sacred, amid the tears
and sorrows of every-day strife.
The old lullabies come back in the busy
;nisri Gf tie worid and tlejr sweet echa
sof t "iuiiabv as they fell asleep. "What
did it matter," she would
';trie vojce were not cultiva
often
say,
if
ated and beauti
ful? " It was always a "mother's voice,"
and the lullabies she sang came from
"mother's heart." Could any lesson be
more beautiful than this?
Can anyone ever take the place of the
mother, as she gathers her little ones
around her knee and they kneel in their
snowy white nightgowns with bowed
heads and whisper : " Our Father who
art in heaven?" Can any paid talent
ever reach the heart of the little child as
the mother's voice, tender, sweet and lov
ing, with a heart throb and a prayer in
every note, as she croons softly, sweetly,
jGuard my jittle one) guard my preciou
: one" sleep r
Thank God that the "new industry"
has not vet reached New Orleans. God
grant that it never will. Let us cling to
j the Gld fashioned ideal of motherhood
I down here in the beautiful South. Oh.
there is nothing so true, so beautiful so
lasting as the influence of a pure and good
and true mother ! God grant that we may
never grow so rich.or so fashionable or so
interested in woman's progress that we
will consent to delegate to " paid talent "
the beautiful and sacred duty of teaching
the babies their prayer and singing them
to sleep. N. O. Picayune.
The moment a man says that Chris
tianity does not require him to give the
gospel to the world, then he hasn't any
Christianity at all. The work
of evangelizing this world for every man
is a matter of personal, inalienable obli
gation. Robert E. Speer.