Nashville union and dispatch. [volume] (Nashville, Tenn.) 1866-1868, 1867-08-23

Chagade ANA Tabieaux and Supper-
Beautiful Country scenes "A De-
IiRhifui Ride by Moonlight.


ChaSade ana Tabieaux alsd Supper--
Beautiful Country scenes "A de-
IiRhIfui Ride by Moonlight.
The generous people living on the No
lensville pike, two and a half miles from
the city, desiring TO build a church free to
all denominations Of Christians, improvised
a charade and tableaux and supper, for the
purpose Of raising the funds necessary to
build the church. The entertainment was
to have come off on Tuesday evening, but
owing to the rain it was postponed till
Wednesday evening. The evening had
been rainy. and the line of omnibuses
which had been engaged to run from the
terminus of the South Nashville street
railroad TO Viola, the residence of Captain
). 81. Smith, had concluded that there
would be no entertainment and hence were
not at their post. Crowds were gathering
at the terminus of the road, but not sin
gle cry of "Here's your 'buss and 'spress
Vaughn" broke the silence of that part of
the city. Determining not to be disap-
pointed, several of us returned to the city,
hired carriage, and started With Jehu-like
speed to Viola. The air was cool and
delightful, and the bright faces of the stars
looked as though they had been washed in
ambrosial dew Green dells stretch in
silence away on both sides of the road,
which in the olden time might have been
the home of the wood-nymph and the
dryad.
We reach Viola. Variegated lights hang
upon the shrubbery, like stars upon the
emerald breast Of the forest. Two jets of
gasoline throw their brilliant light six feet
in air; a fountain isthroWing its spray upon
the green sward around myrtle and rare
flowers fling their aromatic breath upon the
cool night wind; out amid the shrubbery a
tent is seen, festooned with flowers and
draped in the most artistic manner with
evergreens. 1t reminded us Of those gorge
Gus tents in which Feramorz used to pour
nightly into the ear of Lala Rookh the
romantic love tales of "The Fire Worship
ers." When we arrived thegreater portion
of the programme had been acted. We
saw only the concluding scenes, in which
we're exhibited no small degree of histri
onic talent The whole scene-the tent
empowered in the overhanging foliage, the
crowd seated under the shadows of the
trees, the star beams glinting through the
trembling leaves, softly as the prayers of
angels, aWoke in our hearts the worship of
the beautiful. After the tableaux came the
supper, which was all that the most fastidi-
Gus disciple of Epicurus could have desired.
We claim to be good Judge of a good
supper Our taste lies in that line After
supper we had music, none of your double
octave, demi-semi-quaver operate city
music, but those simple, touching ballads
That have the power to quiet
The restless pulse OF care,
Which fall like the benediction,
That follows after prayer"
After awhile the music ceases, the crowd
quietly retire. We are alone IN the parlor
with our companions de U0ydge waiting for
Major P, who is in the supper-room, leis-
urely discussing his ice cream and cakes.
A pair Of bright eyes are looking softly
upon him, fair hands are dealing out to
him iellies and sweet meats. The Major
fingers at the table. Well, who wouldn't
linger under such circumstances Being
a gallant man and widower, he is e1cu-
sable.
Just before leaving, Mrs. Capt. Smith,
the elegant hostess, presented us with g
CtnUOSSCu SdhNJ OCdulAAuAA1
encircled with wreath of evergreens. A
fair nymph of that sylvan scene laid an ex-
quisite boquet on the centre Of the cake.
We were overwhelmed. We essayed to
speak, but were too full for utterance. We
wave our adieu to the hospitable family.
The Major who was to have returned with
u.s. didn't come He was under the spell
Of the enchantress and could not break it.
We are in our carriage and homewsrd
bound. The moon has risen, and is cloth
ing flower and field with its silver sheen.
All is hushed-sO still-so silent there,
That one might hear an angel wing the all"
We pass the cemetery at that wicthing
hour of night when the very dead STIR
within the cofined deeps."
The city lights CLEAN in the distance.
We are at home, and are soon lost in that
"Oblivious world of sleep
That rayless realm when fancy never beams
That nothingness beyond the land Of dreams"
Take it altogether, we have not spent
so pleasant an evening in many days We
are very glad to announce that the charade
and tableau will be repeated on Tuesday
evening next, at which time most inter-
esting programme will be presented.