The Nashville daily union. [volume] (Nashville, Tenn.) 1862-1866, 1864-06-09
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wales, refreshing streams and cooling
shades; presenting here beautiful plan
tations, and there verdant groves. The
plum and peach were in full luxuriant
bloom of white and purple Oh, what
realm of loVeliness. love to linger
on this, one of earth's sweetest spots,
and feed on the enchantmentf for hours.
The Methodist Female College is in full
operation. All that is necessary is more
students; and / would recommend
those who desire thorough education
to resort to this point of learning. The
President is gentleman of refined
manners, and his accomplished lady
deyotes her rare and beautiful powers
TO the welfare of the pupils.
The young ladies, with commendable
industry, are publishing a monthly pc
riodical. 1t is sprightly sheet, and
edited with ability.
The cemetry is a lovely spot. None
can be lovelier. The mountains are
above it. The morning sun looks upon
it from the peaks of the Cumberland,
and as the sun goes down at night, the
hill tops gleam'with his rays, and seem
set TO be guardians around that burial
place Monuments, commemorating the
virtues Of the dead, stand forth in all
their massive grandeur, with their pom
derous pillars, and graceful arches /
was particularly struck with block of
marble, standing over a grave, on which
is carved a rosebud with broken stem,
and no words but --. have un-
fortunately lost this and several other
touching inscriptions. An aged citizen
of the name of EchOls was buried, and
DER his grave the hand of affection had
tenderly placed chaplets and wreaths.
In one part nothing is seen but the
little white boards, denoting the last
resting place of patriot soldiers. What
matters it, if they had no splendid in
terment? What matters it if no long
procession attends them to the sepul-
chre? What matters, if onlya lonely
mound attest their rude graves? What
matters it, if no herald stood over their
tombs to pronounce their virtues
What matters it, if no storied urn OF
monumental bust, no proud mausoleum-
or sculptured cenotaph marks the spot
where their remains are deposited
Though destitute of all these trappings
of art and pomp, yet theirs was good
life and a proud death, and as they
take their place among the immortals
one must say-"Way there for the chill
dren of the people, the grand chivalry
of the day" May the flowers of the
Sunny South bloom over these honored
graves.
But hear noise in camp, followed
by a shout listen-Paymaster has
arrived Who cares now for drizzlinl
rains and Ger cast skies l wish
could describe the sensation produced
by the presence of the aforesaid person
age The first company is paid and
greenbacks are flying like leaves. But
now comes the tug of the soldiers dis
position-spend. No change Car
you change a v" is asked a thousand
times. About $4,000 will be paid tC
this regiment. Much of it will be sem
away to fathers and wives, and to loved
ones at home May every dollar of il
create Joy and gladness. The neWi
from the front is glorious. May we no
indulge the hope, that the time is a
hand when the erring stars, now dim
med and darkened, will, one by one
reappear, and the old constellation
flashing out in all its ancient splendor
on the night again, shall blaze the pride
and glory of the sky.
GEORGE W. PEPPER,
Chaplain 80th O. V. v l.