braries in the State. It was established in 1868, and now embraces 6,000 volumes. It is located in the County Kecords building, and Miss Maria Laton is Librarian. The library is open to the free use of every citizen of the city.
The supply of gas for the city is furnished by the Nashua Gas Light Company, which has a capital of $90,000. The works are located near the Concord station, and at the present time have four miles of main pipe laid in the city. The quality of gas is excellent and the rates low. The works were established in 1853.
The Pennichuck water works, by which the city is copiously supplied with soft pure water, were incorporated in 1853, and have since been in successful operation. The supply is derived from Pennichuck Brook, two miles distant from the city, whence the water is forced up by pumps into a large reservoir on the hill in the north part of the city. The rates are moderate. The capital stock of the company is $135,000.
The admirable railroad map, given elsewhere, shows at a glance that Nashua is the centre of an extensive system of railroads. In fact its railroad facilities are unsurpassed by any inland city in New England. Six lines radiate from Nashua, and five of them are entitled to be called trunk lines. Their connections are direct with "Worcester, New York and the West, on one side; with Rochester, Portland, Bangor and the East, on the other side; with Manchester, Concord, the White Mountains, Vermont and Canada, on the North; with Lowell, Boston, and Providence, on the South. The respective lines are the Nashua, Lowell & Boston, 40 miles; the Nashua, Wilton & Greenfield, 26 miles; (to be extended to Keene,; the Nashua and Worcester, 46 miles; the Nashua & Rochester, 48 miles; the Nashua & Concord, 36 miles; the Nashua, Acton & Boston, 41 miles. Forty-eight passenger and freight trains enter and depart from Nashua daily.
He always wins who sides with God,
To him no chance is lost;
God's will is sweetest to him when
It triumphs at his cost.
Ill that He blesses is our good,
And unblest good is ill,
And all is right that seems most wrong,
If it be His sweet will.
Like as a plank of driftwood
Tossed on the watery main,
Another plank encounters,
Meets, touches, parts again —
So, tossed and drifting ever,
On life's unresting sea,
Men meet, and greet, and sever,
Parting eternally.
