The evening telegraph. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1864-1918, 1869-08-03

river, which flows along almost within your
reach And thus you go, first round some awe
inspiring precipice, and then gliding along the
borders of some peaceful meadow until at
length, before you know exactly where you are,
Pottsville is reached and you are ready for the
bath-tub and clothes-brush Such, l presume,
is the usual experience of all who try riding on
the rail- in summer time. Once landed in the
'llountain City" your troubles are over, for GER
tainly no more generous and hospitable people
exist in the whole length of our broad land.
Everybody looks Jolly The old men hail you
in jolly style; jollity beams from the faces of
the danes, and the jolliest of smiles wrinkle the
fair cheeks of the maids. and almost make a
bachelor wish in the language of Rip, that he
hadn't 'swore Off But there isn't much time
for a visitor to wish anything in Pottsville. No,
he must have this, or see that, and so it goes
from the hour of his arrival until that of his de-
parture. Cool? Why you can sleep with pair
of blankets on you every night; fire in my room
has been offered but it being August, declined
no other reason in the world, ] assure you.
From the situation of Pottsvie. I'm inclined
to think that the men who laid it out never
dreamed that it would ever rise to its present
proportions else, perhaps, they might have Sc
lected some other place. 1 emphasize the word
might" because fail to sec any other spot
larger than the present location among the
mountains although have examined the topo-
graphy of the country most minutely. Improve
ment is the order of the day. No mean-looling
novels. but fine large stone and brick edihees of
the most modern and fashionable styles, are
going up in different quarters. Centre avenue,
Just at the base of the Sharpe Mountain, opened
but year or so ago, is now ornamented by some
of the finest dwellings in the country, and the
march of improvement is still onward; l might
also add upwards for the houses are gradually
but surely creeping up the mountain-sides, and
in a few years where now stands the laurel
bushes will be found the stately mansion. 1t
speaks well for the enterprise of the people, and
surely none are prouder of it than themselves.
The people claim that they are country
people" in fact, l am assured by the most charm
ing young ladies, dressed in the latest fashions,
with benders 'as big as the biggest that they
and all their companions are country girls. Well,
perhaps they are, but they most certainly de-
ceive their looks. Yesterday being Sunday,
stopped in at Trinity which is presided over by
the Rev. w. p. Lewis Trinity is high toned,
and the congregation was very large. The music
of the church is rendered by fine choir, and,
| all together, the church is one of the most plea
SAINT and agreeable it has ever been our privilege
to visit.
am fully aware of the fact that it is dashing
from the sublime to the'ridiculOus but my letter
would not be complete were l to avoid men
| tioning the Democratic Convention, which is
assembling at the Court House at the moment
am writing Schuylliill, like its sister Berlls,
continues to vote for "ChacksOn" on every Pre-
sdental election, and the result is that she
| generally gives from nine to twelve hundred
| Democratic majority. This fact makes the
scramble for thn nomination N diffarent oficps
most exciting because the nomination is equi-
| vaent to an election. For the position of AS
semblyman there are no less than eighteen can
didates, each one feeling that he is to be nomi-
mated The applicants for the other offices are
equally rs numerous and equally as sangune.
The delegates have been warmed with copious
draughts of benzine, and the candidates are as
affectonate as little children. l them every
where, and lively times looked for. The
borough of Pottsvlle, as also most of the impor-
tant towns in the county are Republican but
| not strong enough to overbalance the county.
| word more, and 1 am done Picking up the
| Standard Democratic), | find that the editor
states that his correspondent Index" has failed
| to write his usual letter to that paper. Now |
| have no objections to this gentleman writing,
| but l do hope that in future he will select some
| other cognomen. Smith, Jones, Copper, Mug
| gins, or Ink Jerker, or anything but "IndeX. y
| My friend, word in your private ear:-"IndeX
| is the legitimate property of another man. He
cherishes it as he would his own character, and
he don'tlike to have it hung to some other mans
| kite, particularly when that kite is held by a
| Democratic string. "IndeX" (the real simon
pure) isn't held by anything but what is right
and just, and he most positively objects to any
man stealing his robes to serve the devil in.
| Now don't do il any more INDEX.