True Democrat. (Paulding, Miss.) 1845-18??, 1846-05-20
For the True Democrat
A Model Village.

republican, or the orderly anu eie""i9 si
over which the winds of morning and zephyrS oil
evening pass as unpolluted as though 'he'f
fairy march had been over beds of odorous
flowers We will attempt to describe that vii
lage. where the happy hours of infancy and
boyhood glided home to the past, clouded only
BY childhoods few, transitOry and soon forgot
ten grieis.
The most remarkable spot in Georgia,
place invested with every attraction, is natu-
raj amphitheatre in the county of--, The
circular chain of hill composing that amphlthe-
atre, rises with gentle slope until within a.
bout ten feet of the summit, when it abruptly
curves in, and casts upon the rich and teemlng
valley beneath a shade that is luxury in sum
mer and protection in winter. From the
Western brow of the hill noble stream con-
stantly pours its refreshing waters, and IN such
abundance that they have worn a channel
through the centre of the VALE which is always
supplied from the natural fountain, and is call
ed. in commemoration of "auld lang SYM"
E..
hill presents magnificent "wood,croWned
height and there every variety oil birds
known in that region carol their llghtlul
lays,
We will enter the village two hours ere the
set of sun It's beams flash upon the surgng
tide of the spring, as the waters course hon
knoll to knoll, giving it the appearance OF
flowing tide of silver. But it is of more worth
than the ore for which we toll, and plumber,
for it is heallh's best elixir-natures great an
tdote for the impurities of flesh and blood. The
prominent object to the eye Is the village
church. and howmuch and beautifully 1t speaks
for the character of the worshippers 1t IS.
embosomed in trees transpIanted from the for
est soil, its superstructure rests against the base
of the hill, and its gilded spire shoots forth
from the foliage saIuting the snnbeams that
play upon its lustre Stretching along from
the churchis the graveyard, the village of the
dead, where
"The forelathers of the hamlet sleep"
And who would not rest there at last9 Eve
ry grave is bed of flowers; the. atmosphere is
distllation of their perfumes; the birds sing
joyful requiems,-joyfuI, because the dead OF
such scpulchres must be blessed A holy
quiet steals upon the soul; one glance upon
those graves is the signal for the hush OF pas.
sion, and in the language of the Mahommcdan,
we are melted to exclaim, God is grcat|
Happy parents whose offspring, with admlra-
bic flial piety have thus garncred up your
ashes amid the lovelincss and the fragrance OF
flowers. the anthems Of birds and the evening
visits Of fair daughters and duteous sons !
Here solitude is pcace-peace is happiness.
Let us enter the town. leaving to the tombs
and their silent occupants our heartfelt bent
son. Here is yilageI-we will speak with
him
"Will you direct US TO the tavern, sirF
"There is none here, my friend, but yonder
is the hotel"
The emphasis upon the last word was slg-
nifcant: a tavern was understood to be synon.
imous with drinking shop. We drive to the
hotel and arc received into the parIor by the
host with an easy courtesy. The windows are
open, the air pure and balmy--we feel all the
luxury of repose The landlord at once as
certains our address, and we are introduced i'm
mediatcly to every passing villager. No scowI
of distrust rests upon any countenance, but you
! are at once engaged in easy and familiar con
yersation. and rendered certain little coqriese'
which arc hattering 10 the stranger because nc
knows them to be dictated by generous hos
pitalitv.-But who lives hereR They arc
not antedeluvians, they are not aboTiginos, bui
the children of the nineteenth century--as they
should BE-
The village lawyer was IN the full benefit Of
ahours of idleness," until the kind people
prompted by curiosity and sympalhy-curios
~ TO witness for the first lime the formula and
operation Of law, and sympathy for the fee.
less professional liligant procured him a case
so that he might not totally forget the practice.
Certain tom-cais we're in the habit Of disturb
ing the midnight quiet Of the town by their
wild pranks, and were duly presented by the
grand iury,-the only occasion, by the way,