THURBER, TEXAS, SATURDAY, MARCH 10, 1894.
OUR FORT WORTH LETTER.
Forl- Worth, Texas, March 9, 1894.
To the Miner:
Our growing, prosperous city has very many things to be
thankful for. and the first is, its location. The government
officer that first selected this point for a Fort, had an eve for
natural beauties of landscape. A more beautiful view of a vast
country than one can get from near the Arlington Heights hotel
is seldom equalled—even in this great country that has so much
beautiful scenery. Again, the government must have had an
official that had been well trained in regard to sanitary condi-
tions for location of a military post; for in that view of Fort
Worth there is not a more healthy location in the whole of the
Southwest. We envy the men that first gazed on the magnifi-
cent scence of the beautiful prairie in all its primitive glory.
Spread before them was a panorama of plain, of rolling prairie,
of hills and valleys and silver streams. Only, comparatively, a
few short years ago not a house could be seen ; the wide, un-
inhabitated prairie was the roving ground of the Indians. Now
what a change! The little ribbons of iron rails were laid ; the
iron horse with his breath of steam came; the active, enterprising,
hard-working, pushing, ambitious men came; the nucleus of a
large city was formed ; the ever present zealous railroad men
saw at a glance the natural advantages of position this town has,
and one after another, pell mell, they came, and now we are
the greatest railroad centre in the Southwest. From our city,
like a fan, the narrow lines of steel glisten in the sun ; they are
not rusted, for the wonderful resources of this wonderful state of
Texas keep the trains moving rapidly to supply the wants of the
people. Old Texas is dead and laid under the sod ; the drunken,
swaggering bully has gone to his long home, and has been re-
placed by active, pushing men, whose brains move like an elec-
tric current, the result of which everyone who comes to this state
can see. Fort Worth has been especially fortunate in men who
have located here. They were the kind of men whose intuition
was quick to take in the natural advantages the situation offered,
and prompt to act. There are so many of them deserving
of praise and honor that it is hard to discriminate and name
them. Within the last year considerable new blood has been
infused, and quickened the action of all the community. More
capital has come, money is more plentiful, and the old usurers,
the "cent per cent" vultures, do not have so great a chance to
suck the life blood of enterprise as he once had. We have them
yet; you can pick them out on the street by their eager, glitter-
ing eyes, their dried-up, hungry look; their complexion, even,
by their love of "Gold, Gold, Gold, bright and shining and hard
to hold. ' We can tell these men that there is more satisfaction
in this world by benefiting their fellow man, than there is in
piling dollars upon dollars ; that usury is a crime and a disgrace,
that belittles and degrades the man, and when he dies, everyone
says "Old Dollars has gone to make up his accounts in Hades."
l'he late Chas. O'Conner, in speaking of a man that lived in
Harlem, near New York city, when the news was told him of the
man's death, said:—"I don't know how it is in Hell, but there
will be rejoicing in Harlem.". What is the lesson ? Why to so
live and act that there will be general, genuine sorrow ; as in the
case, lately, of our dear friend, Will Winthrop—instead of feeling
as Tommy Green did, when his wife died, who said "yes, it has
pleased the blessed Lord to take her to Himself, and I'm glad of
it"—only they might, about some of our skinflints, put in the
name of the old gentleman supposed to be living down below,
instead of putting it exactly as Tommy Green did.
Well, Mr. Miner, we are glad to see your bright and pleasing
little paper once a week. One of my friends said, "your 'bile' is
a leetle strong," at times; you don't seem to be madly infatua-
ted with our dearly beloved President, judging from your col-
umns, and, perhaps, it would be good for you to take a small
dose of Spring medicine and work it off—but all the same, I like
to read your paper. Ananias, Jr.
FLASHES OF THOUGHT.
"A verse may reach him, who from a sermon flies."
"Every care drives a nail in our coffin; every laugh draws one
"Every vice has a cloak, and creeps in under the name of
"There are glances that have more wit than the most subtle
Which is the best religion ? The most tolerant. [E. de
In the beginning, passions obey; later, they command
[Mine, de Lambert.
A prison is never narrow when the imagination can range in it
at will—[La Bruy'ere.
Would you know the qualities a man lacks, examine those of
which he boasts [Segur.
The greatest art of an able man is to know how to conceal his
Reading is useless to some people; ideas pass through their
heads without remaining [C. Jordan.
We often wonder at the success of some men; we do not see
that they have done everything necessary to insure success.
The physical plagues and the calamities of human nature have
rendered society necessary. Society has added to the evils of
nature; the imperfections of society have created the necessity for
government, and government adds still further to the woes of
society; that is the whole history of humanity. [Chamfort.
OPINIONS OF SUCCESSFUL MEN.
[Contributed by a Friend.]
Do all the good you can, and make as little fuss about it as
To one man who can stand prosperity there are a hundred
that will stand adversity.—[Carlyle.
Energy, invincible determination, with a right motive, are the
levers that move the world.—[Noah Porter.
1 he four steps to success are : Close application ; integrity ;
attention to details ; and discreet advertising.—[Wanamaker.
Let us have faith that right makes might, and in that faith let
us, to the end, dare to do our duty as we understand it [Lincoln.
Jack, when ye hae naething else to do, ye may be hae stick-
nag in a tree; it will be grawing, Jack, when ye're sleeping.
—[Sir Walter Scott.
Money and time are the heaviest burdens of life ; and the un-
happiest of all mortals are those who have more of either than
they know how to use—[Samuel Johnson.
A somewhat varied experience of men has led me, the longer
I live, to set the less value on mere cleverness and to attach
more importance to industry and physical endurance. [Huxley.
It is not work that kills men, it is worry. Work is healthy ;
you can hardly put more upon a man than he can bear. Worry
is rust upon the blade. It is not the revolution that destroys
machinery, but the friction —[Henry Ward Beecher.
McAdams, Walter B. The Texas Miner, Volume 1, Number 8, March 10, 1894. Thurber, Texas. The Portal to Texas History. http://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth200455/. Accessed December 22, 2014.