The Evansville journal. [volume] (Evansville, Ind.) 1866-1870, 1868-08-27
IATONA.
A Highly Entertaining Letter.

fFrom the Louisville Courier OF the 24th-I
CRESCENT CITY SPRINGs,l
@ EVANSVILLE, IND. !
This popular watering place. under
the supervision of its kind and gen.
tlemanly host, Colonel K. G. Wehler.
possesses every facility for becoming
the most attractive resort in the West.
The spring, which was some forty
years ago a" salt lick, contains salt
and sulphur veins, which have been
introduced with the fresh water into
the commodious bathing department.
There is now in process of construc-
ton an elegant, more capacious hotel,
for the entertainment in oriental
style of the thousands of guests who
come from all parts of the country to
visit a spot where nature has wed
with art in the combination of an
irresistible array of attractions, with
so few objections.
The central position of the ten pin
alley, and the contiguity of several
beer gardens, are the only grounds to
which a guest could demur; for Col.
| Wehler has been most careful to pre-
serve the high moral tone of the
place, and to make perfect every ar
raugement for the entertainment of
his numerous visitors. He, as a host,
is indeed worthy of all honor, and we
doff our caps reverently, with heart
| full of pleasant memories for the
sumptuous manner Ia which we were
made too happy for speech. really,
my dear Courier, had no conception
of resort of this nature here, and l
wish / could describe the locality as il
really suggests itself to me on this
festive evening.
A strange and mystic panorama
stretching far as the eye can reach,
| interspersed with sounds of mirth
and reveal bewildering scene OF
acres of undulating grounds, studded
| with giant forest trees, fairy forms
| playing at hide aud seek with thou
sand flashing lights, enlivened with
the tones of merry voices and reson-
| ant with the crash of festal music
| the rockets meteor-like glare, and
! the dreamy perfume Of the Summer
air, and the melodies timed TO the
| pulses of happy hearts,. these are
among the things that have set your
correspondent dreaming this charm
ing night, Monsieur, of yore and wish
ing that the whole corps de Courie1
we've here to enjoy the magical lowell
ness of the Crescent City Springs
The Crescent City Silver Band is said
to be one of the finest west of the
mountains. 1t is composed mainly
Of the first citizens of the place who
play rather as matter of provincial
pride.
Will Mr.. w. W. Tilestone accept
our earnest thanks for having played
for me OraIie, and an excellent quick.
step, which sent me drifting away
away, amid the melodies Of the past
A faro city hOated cloud-like upoI
the sea of parti-colored light abou
me. Twice two thousand hearts keeE
time to the music of this same quick.
step, and their pulses are quick with
fate. A form rises stately, and, iu
response to the mad shout of the mul
titude, he speaks; his voice is heard
steady and calm thr rough the piccolo
and interlude, yet clear and shrill as
bugle blast amid the eternal noun.
tains. They hear him, and their mad
passions are lulled.
He is the peoples advocate and
friend. An hour goes by which is an
age to memory; and he whose voice
rose so calm and clear amid the
wrangle of councils and the roar OF
conflict walks through the charred
and blackened ashes of the bonfres
with face white and fixed as death,
Tear-hoods, hot and burning, we'll up
seething me, as think upon its mute
despair, and the lights are less bright
and the music less sweet when I re-
member MS noble life a wreck. and
his generous soul paralyzed by fear
tul, fatal mistake, irrevocable as death
In life.
1t was of this that melody spoke TO
me. long after the strains were hushed
and still, and all save their echo had
died out of my heart, which took up
a glad refrain of the love melodies Of
old, and chanted them to the dead
march of the past.
In the desert fountain is springing-
IN the wide waste there still is a tree
l have bathed my brow in its crys-
tai current and sit in the shadow of
Its green tenderness. Over nv years
dark brown, like those of Ossian. a
breath OF heaven has swept. and the
gloom-scattered ruin has bIoomed
amen with the fragrant flower gems of
now perfectly delightful, is il not.
f9ien dear Dr. C0Jgrie z g meet an old
old school fellow, whom T WAS wont
60 see daily at MaysVilla. XIV. find
him here enjoying fine health and
spirits, lovely wife and an env;obia.
reputation as a dentist. IT. was w;tb
something of pride as we'll as nIeasrra
L hearo him referred to as a mecbanS
zeal genius of great merit bv % sopna of
the leaders, of the profession n E ~
ansyille and Louisville on IL HV-
A. d6ls city really can boast Of one Of
t tbe n nest, public Tt school buildings in
the tne IVES" est Though a commercial
toWn, they are paving the wav to q
season in which the youth yb 20
young ideas are taught to shoot ms" Is so
splendid a mansion, will nstrn - ~
ut literature nature and the fine arts; and many
I /, s4 s may become Nimrods in the
,Gre forests of dead centuries. The
nigh school structure ,ra,si5 nc