Daily Nashville patriot. [volume] (Nashville, Tenn.) 1857-1858, 1857-11-04

large white gate ald Grove some distance through
dense grove just be inning to show the first gol-
den and crimson tints of Autumn to the front of a
neat pretty white cottage that with It's vine COW
cred porch, evergreenss and flowers, appeared the
very abode of love and hsppiness. The charming
mistress soon met AMI welcomed Is 10 the most
cordial and graceful manner to her rural and
peaceful home, where every thing bespeaks her re-
fined and elegant taste.
Mrs. F. IS small. finely formed, dresses with
exquisite taste, and is exceedingly graceful and
and easy in her manners and conversation, and
certainly has the most musical voice ever listened
tonone of her portraits do her justice, as she is
very togeIy-with short curing dark hair, and the
most beautiful dark loving eyes in the world. I
only saw one of her children, little darling ''blue-
eyed jessie" the most spiritual looking little crea-
ture ever heheld, who nesting her golden curls
on uncle is bosom las she calls our bachelor
frend) fairly 'stared herself to seepat the strange
lady, her ma said she had talked so much about
before came. Seeing some spirited scetehes in the
parlor found on enquiryIthat fair friend was
also very pleasing artiste-conVneing still
MORE that Music, Painting, and Poetry are INSOFAR
able, but not always developed in minds like hers.
After partaking of coffee and other delicious re-
Treatments, we reluctantly arose to depart-throw
ing on one of those charming little Gypsy hats, in
which she is always drawn, and putting another
Jessies golden curls, whose blue eyes were open.
ed wide enough by this time she accompanied US to
the gate. The SUMS last rays were streaming in a
food of glory through the forest trees-as he sunk
regally to sleep in the far off west-whilst the
broad bright beautiful moon-round as the shield
Il n = Il ~
VeIing the dark blue mountain range mentioned
before, with soft indscribable beauty almost
pOwering, and as my lovely friend and I stood
with casped hands, gazing upon this pure and
holy scene, thoughts, too deep for utterauce,
awakened in each bosom only known to kindred
souls like ours. With sweet nlealento of regard
from her. and interchanging sprigs of cedar, at
last babe adieu to this little "Aiden" of repose-
still casting many longing lingering look behind,
until the envious forest concealed it from onr view
In returning we drove round by the Male and
Female Coleges-the latter, new and noble
structure, and through the handsomest portions of
the city-by the new Courthouse, &C., &C., and
every where saw evidences of industry and i'm
provement, and if they only get the new Uni
versity, McMnnville will soon be place worth
talking and writing about. The soft moonlight
made every thing look still more lovely, and l
thou ght as drove up to this excellent house. the
very 5ea-ideaL of comfort ease and elegance, with
its gentlemsnly Proprietor and polite attendants,
that had never found pleasanter place. nor spent
a happier day in my life.
And how sweet-COz, just step out with me on
this broad Varandah, flooded with the silver moon
beams, and tell if you ever beheId a scene more
beautiful. See yonder sleeps Ben Lomond his
giant head resting against the dark, azure sky
crowned with brilliant tiara of nights sparkling
iewels-look at the broad masses of light and
shadow quiveriug, shifting and changing on
his rugged sides, whilst far above in the mid,
night heavens, millions of glittering planets wheel
their airy fight and ceaseless hymn their songs of
love and alteration. Oh, is it not a glorious scene;
one on which angels might gaze with wonder and
delight and mortals learn lesson of pity, love and
forbearance towards each other? Pure and white
like seraph's wing, the moonlight seems to fold
the sleeping city in its soft embrace; whilst the
white cottages and tall spires glitter in its pale
beams, and the night breeze gently sways the slen.
der branches of those grand old trees, in rich mo-
sales on the grassy sward, is it not lovely? and
who dreams of the pale wanderer in their midst
night or will ever know of the glad, heart thrilling
their gentle words, kind attention and beautiful
scenery, has awakened in her lonely spirit; my
blessing on the " Mountain PEARL" if never see il
more; but now, sweet Coz, adieu. I hear the mid
night bell, and the soft sound of your silver wings
as you take your homeward flight, gone is the
charm of our magic SPELL so once again good night
AS ever your own,
"CLARA."