The Charleston daily news. [volume] (Charleston, S.C.) 1865-1873, 1867-06-01
THE AGE OF FABLE-TALEs oFA TRAv.
ELLER.

Among the exchanges that come to our Office,
there is goodly number of down-east rurals--
village and small country town newspapers, OF
the most bigoted and contracted stripe. We
do not often waste our valuable time in their
perusal, but occasionally, when the mail fails,
or the news is short, we beguile an hour or two
in feeling the Northern Radical pulse. npur-
suit of this amusement, we yesterday opened
the Rochester IN. W Daily Democrat, Of May
27, where we found the Correspondence Of
Northern Lady in Texas" We read, and won
dered. Since the days Of MUNcHAusEH and
AnRowsA1TH, there have not been such marvel
lous adventures Captain CANoT is nowhere,
and DU CHAILLu, whose tulent for telling o
wonderful story is by no means small, sinks to
utter insigni6cance by the side Of this North
ern lady. Those good, simple, innocent, and
pure-minded readers of Rochester, must i'm
bibe queer notions about Texas from this vera
cious correspondence. The letter is dated,
'.Te1as, February, 1867" indefinite as to time
and place, and, moreover, long time in COM
IND. She wastes not many words in e1ordium,
comes to the point at once, and in the course
of her first paragraph gets off most gigantic
whopper. The letter opens thus:
wrote to you from New Orleans. After writing
first glimpse of chiyalry. There were two or
three Southern gentlemen at the table. One OF
them, who was manifestly wealthy and from the
country, was accompanied by his wife. She was
dressed in brown calico, with woolen breakfast
shawl, al looked as she breathed by special per-
mission of her husband. He was loud in praise
of jeff Davis declared taat his was the grandest
spirit that God ever breathed into human form
Whereupon another Of the party began to sing
rebel song, and ended by dsshing his goblet upon
the table, breaking it into the smallest fag-
ments.
All our readers will of course readily recog-
nize the above picture; "rebel songs" being
part of the regular breakfast bill of fare at
every Southern gentleman's table, along with
hot rolls, mullins, hominy and buckwheat
cakes; and then that dramatic finale Of the
goblet dashed upon the table," is so true to
the life, that we cannot sufficiently admire the
powers of observation and Of description of
this Northern travelling lady.
Not only man is vile in those barbsrous re
gions, but even nature comes in for her share
of censure "There is not the freshness and
fragrance of Northern spring, and the wealth
er changes very suddenly, from almost sum-
mer to cold and sometimes snow or sleet."
Again she says:
There is pleasant circle Of Northern people
here, and we seem to enjoy more than the na.
tives-at least we do not hate 30 thoroughly, and
are more social. We see comparatively little Of
horrors here, but gentleman who has Just re.
turned from q tour in the upper border counties
describes terrible state Of things there.
This 'lady'' is evidently missionary, or
school marin, OF may be both; and determined
to win the crown of martyrdom, she went to
country where she had reason to believe there
was q 'terrible state Of things" Imagine
her disappointment when she found compare
lively little of horrOrs' there: however as