The Winchester home journal. [volume] (Winchester, Tenn.) 1857-1858, 1857-10-31
@,rr Nashville "Trip.

Well, we've been down to Nashville
again, and staid nearly a whole week.
OF course we mnst tell our readers about
it, and manage somehow, or otherwise,
to get up short item in relation to it,
Well, we went out to the Depot in the
omnibus, and after leaving the omnibus,
we procured US ticket and got aboard
the cars, which took US all the way to the
city of Nashville without once running
off or smashing up. Bnt this is particu,
laris.ng TOO much. Suffice it to say, we
went to NashyiIIe--cni oycd oursoIf fine.
ly part of the time, and part Of the time
we didn't. In fact, we had "the blues"
Yes, we too have this loathsomo disease
ENTHUSIASTICALLY. We call il disease,
because we'd almost as soon be afflicted
with an epidemic as to suffer from the
melancholy brooding which always char.
actcri2es "Ihc blues" And yet we can.
not tell why we had them, for nothing of
very serious nature had happened. Be.
sides, we were with kind friends and
clever acquaintancos--got lots of good
eating at the St. Cloud-smoked the very
best cigars to be had in the place, which
of course came from J. w. Langley &
Go. s--had our picture taken by the finest
artists in tho suburbs Of anywhcre-( we
mean Hughes Bros. land enjoyed the
company, too, of some very nice young
but never mind how we enjoyed our
self; it is enough to know that with all
the Injuries, destinations, &C., that the
city afforded US, yet we had "the blues"
Now, we do not mention this with the in.
tention Of conveying the idea that this
was the first time we ever had this blue
feeling. Oh, mol but merely to let you
all know that we, too, are human, and
subject alike 10 the common ellis that
flesh is heir to-" Every person, nearly,
knows what is meant by "tho blues. -
Bankers, spectators and trading men
sometimes have "the blues;" merchants.
when customers are scarce, and debtors
do not punclually pay, have "the blues"
the mechanic who labors hard from morn
till night often goes TO bed "litlle blue;"
the maiden whose thoughts are bridled by
the artTul reins Of Cupid, often buries her
sweet face in her tiny hands and signs
because she, too, has ''the bIues;" the
doctor the lawyer, and last, we like TO
have said "butnot lcast,"] tho printer, or
editor, if you please, sometimes has "the
blues" We all have them too often, no
doubt.
Well, we cannot tell why it was that
we felt so blue, unless it was on account
Of onr absence from our home. Yes,
perhaps that was 1t, Tor so where we
may, yet there are attractions in Win.
chester our absence from which will
make US sigh as we thik "there's no place
like home" Oh, how true! The gilded
nails Of courtly mansions, in a foreign
and, afford but little pleasure compared
with the domestic hearth of home. Let
is be where our own vine and fg tree
grow, and their presence is enough to FIJI
,ur heart with cheer.
But we are growing sentimental, as
veil as divcrging extensively from the
read under which we write. And as wo
nave so egregously digresscd, no better
place will W. find to suspend"
BE- 1t is not wonderful that despot.
c sovereign should restrict the freedom
II the newspaper press; the only wonder
: that "A die .not iaIprafs. .nv ;o,,s,oI. - |