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About The west shore. (Portland, Or.) 1875-1891 | View Entire Issue (Jan. 1, 1889)
THE WEST SHORE. Willamette valley is certainly an important one, and Salem, as its chief mart and the second city of the state, controls superior opportunities. The surpass ing richness of the valley surrounds it, and for miles in every direction all industrial and social interests look to Salem as their Mecca, The fact that it is the capital of so rich and growing a commonwealth as Oregon, gives it additional prominence at home and abroad. The general appearance of the city its plan, its tasteful and elegant homes, its business streets, etc. reminds one of a cultured New England city, but in public and private enterprise it is thor oughly imbued with western vigor. The people are wide awake and progressive in business and genial in social intercourse. The institutions of the city and county are such as an intelligent and prosperous com munity enjoy and support The public schools are in an excellent condition throughout the county, and private educational institutions aro located at a num ber of places besides Salem. Church privileges aro abundant, and a healthy tono pervades all ranks of society. The scenic attractions of tho region aro varied and of a grandeur rarely excelled. It would not lo powi. ble to compass within tho limits of a magazino article all the advantages which a city liko Salem possesses, or to touch, even briefly, all tho merits that would bo of interest to tho reader who is searching for ipecifio knowledgo of an cxhaustivo character. Hat a general view is given of tho locality and tho achievements of its people. A county with a population of twenty thou sand souls and a property valuation of $15,000,000.00 upon which there is ouly about 12,315,000.00 indebt edness, having for its chief city tho capital of tho state, would seem to offer unusually strong induce ments to tho industrious homo seeker. MY HERO'S QRAVE.' He nlecp9 where tho wild hell of battle Swept over tall Mimdon'i roul creat ; He ulcejm, where the hot breath of cannon, Had withered the bravcut and It-nt. Ay! dreamier he uleejm where he jeriiiln, Alone in the wft southern air, On that fell western lope, when grim carnage Held court and high carnival there. I'nrotlin'd, unknown, 'neath the rijuifn, Apart from all conflict and pain, No wild, thrilling call of the bugle Will 'wake him to battle again. You ack, wan he friend, or a fix-man? I know not 'twaa only a grave, O'ergrown with the rank weed of mirnmer, 1'erch'd high o'er the TennewM-e'g wae. What UxM it to whom hi allegiance, Or under which banner he fought! My hero, thy name, grave and station Alike have l-en almost forgot. lYrchawe where the pine tre are nighing Alwve nome lone deflate home, A n houI i piffling In anguih- " lear Ood, will he never come? " Or away in the fair nunny ulh!an I, The palm frond ar? w hiring low, Take In-art, O, thou one, thy dailiriji Han died with hi fc to the f! " No marble will 111 of hi glory, tin manhood, hi rank, or hi year ; So 1 weave him thi crown U grn UurU, And ay my 1 tribute with tr. C'lkH Uil hit. la tU .nmmi-f of ik-l V'l M ul 'l Ui- .m ltc . i.
