Old Michigan Forever

The following is an extract froin a let ter written by Wlll L. Eaton from Hawaii, In the Sandwich Islands, ani published in the last Ypsllanti Commer cial. If r.ny of our readers " lianke arter " the land of perpetual spring, Ie tbem reud this: "How wouldyou relish the idea of onlj having one mail every ten da.ys, when yoti now hare tour and perhaps more mails cvery twenty-four hours? This i only one of the many disadvautages we labor under in living in this land o perennial spring. Another is the tota lack of all social receptions. No social s lectures, theatricnl performances, no G A. B. re-unions, no picnics or railroad excuisione, no sleigh rides, no getting up on frosty morniugs and going out into the bracing invigorating air which inakes an oíd man feel youog, and a young man as if lie could jmnp over a ten rail fence. No looking forward to the beautiful spring, when the earth awakes out of iu long winter sleep, dofls iU white mintle of snow, and dons its green robes decked witli beautiful ttowers. No looking forward to the glorious sumiller with its promises of fruit and vegetables. No Inilian' summcr autumn with its rlpened fruit!1, nuts and vegetables. No good, unealy potatoes, yellow pumpkin pief, f i'csh oystets, red clieeked apples walnuts, hiukorynutü, chestnuts, butternuts, i te. No nlce, golden Michigan butter, no i'risp, brown buck wbeat cakes swimming in nice pork sausage gravy or mple syrup. No going out camping during ihc splendid Oi-tober weather, when tl re are no Mies or mosqultoes to bother one, when the leaves on the trees rival the colors of the rainbow, to sit on the banks of some woodland lake and fisli, tramp through the ru9tling leaves for siirr.-]s or qmiUs r partrldcs, then in tlie tvv l li trlit sil a round the glowing cnmp tire and diecuss the good tliings of the cuisine, teil stories and smoke. And over and above all. to teel tliat jou are in your own country, in glorlous America, the land of the f ree; to see the proud star and tripes ñoMng over you, and to feel the bounding blood of perfect liealth in }-our veins. O! yeGods! can there be anything more todeaire? And to give up all tliis for what ? Simply to live In a land where there is no winter, where you have mosquitoes, fllei, roachea, bon et-i, conti peile-, every day during the year, no mear, gave bipl-beef, no polatoes fit to rut, no wild liowers, the only singing bird a little brown chap about the size of our " sparrows." No nice pork sausage, unless you are willing to pay titty cents per lb.,and then run your risk ofeatingdog, No oysters only in cans, no fruits trom the states unless ditto, no butter only in cans wy f rom Iowa; minee ineat in the same t'orm. Butter lifty cents per ll., egxa üfty cents per dozen, potatoes, poor at that, trom two and three-fourths to tliree cents per lb. Onion, O ! thou fragrant tlavor, ten cents a wliill', and ottier tüings, " too numerous to inention " ín propurtlon. Uut, if you don 't want to liear of my becoming a raving maniac, do for plty sake check me me In my wild flights of iinagination of pat glorious scènes of my e:irthly pilgrimage, before I became a caiiulbal in these ' Isles of the Sea."