Miller School of Albemarle - Blue Ridge Blast Yearbook (Charlottesville, VA)

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Nicholas Nlurrell Page HE name of Nicholas Page is so closely associated with the history of Miller School that there can be no more appropriate time or place than this to give the leading facts in his life and pay a due and fitting tribute to 1115 memory. I I Nicholas Murrell Pagerwas born near Greenfield, Nelson County, Virginia, November 2d, 1810. In 1814 the family moved to Adair County, Kentucky. In 1827 Nicholas returned to his native town and in the early thirties went into busi- ness. A few years later, however, he moved to Batesville, Virginia, and there, with his uncle, lno. H. Rodes, began the mercantile business, which was con- tinued until the outbreak of the Civil VVar. It was while keeping store at Bates- ville that he became acquainted with Samuel Miller. Mr. Miller had located his mother and sister on a farm which is now a part of the Miller School property, and Mr. Page furnished them supplies from his store. At the end of each year, Mr. Page sent in his bill, or presented it in person to Mr. Miller in Lynchburg. Mr. Page was constantly consulted as to all improvements and additions to be made to Mrs. Miller's house and farm. The business relations thus begun between the two men ripened into a lasting friendship. In 1859 Mr. Miller made his will, naming Samuel M. McCorkle, Nicholas M. Page and Chiswell Dabney as executors. Cf these, only Mr. Page survived Mr. Miller. -Upon the death of Samuel Miller, Mr. Page went to Lynchburg to enter upon the delicate and intricate duties of settling the estate. He found every- thing in utter confusion, valuable papers were scattered here and there, parties were preparing to contest the will, and serious legal difficulties on all sides, owing to the status of the courts in the Reconstruction period. He temporarily saved the estate by transferring the probation of the Miller will from Lynchburg to Richmond. New obstacles presenting themselves, he employed as counsel the late Judge Wm. J. Robertson, the late john F. Slaughter, and the Hon. Robert T. Craighill. After a great legal battle, running through five years, a compromise was effected, the suits against the estate were dismissed, and Executor Page was able, after all legacies and court and lawyers' fees had been paid, to turn over to the Board of Trustees for the establishment and perpetual support of the Miller Manual Labor School of Albemarle more than SI,OO0,000. After this great and lasting work had been finished, Mr. Page returned to Batesville and engaged in farming, which he continued until near the end of his 18 0 Aga 'i 791. l ..

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,Q-f VISIONS I 've walleedwith thee along the level sands, And gazed far ont where oceanys waste expands To lose itself in clonds of crinzson light, PVhile near ns fall the crested breakers white. The evening breezes play with thy dark hair, Thy wondrous eyes fill nie with love's despair, Then twilight gleanzs inelt softly into night, And darkness hides the vision front onr sight. I 've wandered with thee throngh the shady dell, Wliere tiny brooks with innrinnrons innsic fell, Lnlling the flowers to droop their tender heads, And softly slnnzber in their niossy beds. A dreaniy indnence steals into niy niood Front ont the solenzn silence of the wood, Soothing with niildest tonch iny heart's nnrest And bnrning passion hid within niy breast. Q I 've stood with thee npon the nionntain peak, One in onr thoizghts, we needed not to speale. Gazed down into the valleys fdr below, Watched eagles lightly circling to and fro,' Drnnlc in with ra-ptnre all the beanteons scene, Beneath onr feet a waving sea of green, Then followed with the eye front crest to crest The soft blne billows rolling toward the west. One vision yet I wonld with thee behold, Vlfhich to niy heart wonld yield a bliss nntold,' For other earthly scenes conld not compare, Nor fnrnish to ine vision half so fair. 'Tis this, dear heart, that fondest hope inspires And fills ine now with passiorn's warni desires To feel the ruddy glow, with thee alone, Before a cheerfnl hearth which is onr own. T7 W

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