Four years ago and our country around us was a waste; fences, dwellings, and Ginhouses burnt down; our town a heap of ashes and charcoals; want, trouble and poverty were plainly written in our faces; gloom fell like a pall upon the people, while heart-sick they gazed upon the wide-spread destruction around them. But a healthy reaction came, and “Nil desperandum” was the cry, and our people laid hold of the axe, the plough, and the hoe, and used them with a vim, and the mechanic seized the saw, plane and hammer, and the united labors of both brought food in abundance, and a new town larger and better built than ever, now greets our eyes.  Well done!  WELL DONE!!