Wilmington journal. [volume] (Wilmington, N.C.) 1844-1895, 1871-06-23
UGH ON THE TAR RIVER.


ON THE TAR RIVER.
: DEAR JOURNAL Probably no name is
better kno wn than the above to many of
your readers. There it sits in scattered
peace and pleanty adorned by art but
much more SO by nature on the banks of
TAR, the River of HEALTH I suppose
in Indian times there was no such thing
as Fever and Ague, because there was no
such thing as interfering with the sleep
ing beauty of Nature. Civilization has
erected fine houses, spacious gardens,
grand commons. great railroads; has dug
wells; planted cotton folds; fields of grain,
and has kicked up the ground generally,
and therefore until this general kicking
up ceases we must expect chill now and
then, and little fever, and must swallow,
for the fun of the thing, few ounces of
quinine In few years OF ones life. Tar
boro at this season is quite healthy, and it
rolls in its greatest splendor of rose-buds,
green turf, and great CLINT outrageous
trees. The chief attraction to site-seers
and loiterers and Church-goe1s is Calvary
Church and Calvary Church yard The
Church itself is unique, and unquestion-
ably the handsomest in the diocese, and,
so far as I know, in the South. 1 have
never seen handsomer Episcopal Church
building in my remembrance. This build
ing, with it's fine stained glass Window, was
began in that memorable year, 1860. 1t
has been but recently completed. But
what shall say, or can be said. in praise
of the grandeur of the Church-yard. A
thing Of beauty. the poet sings, is Joy
forever. This brings more than Joy, and
tn. sight and enjoyment of the scene at
this particular period of the year is some
thing .that will continue forever. Rose
bushes of the sweetest fragrance. Ever.
butus, and numerous creepers. Exotics
from everywhere. The genuine classic
laurel. The genuine cork-tree. Beauti-
full frs. 1t would be vain to attempt a
description. The ivy creeping around and
climbing over the walls CT the Church is
exquisite. And here the 'weary are at
rest, +" the dead sleep. To look upon the
place you could not help but say that each
one had lain down
| Like one who draws the drapery of his couch
About him. ana lies down to pleasant Dreams
All this beauty of drapery; all this ener-
gy display ed; this majestic scene is owing
to the unfagging spirit of one who has
worn himself grey in this little section of
his Masters vineyard. 1t will be a monu-
ment that will stand to call forth The bles-
sings of maLy in the far off future.
| The "WilsOD Common" is large open
tract of laud, Well shaded with fine old
guarded oaks. An army of several thous-
aud could mold field day there, and
believe in the days that are gone it was
used as the parade AID drill grounl of the
citizen soldlery. 1t Is called in honor of
| Col. Louis d. Wilson, who died in Mexico.
A monument Is now standing on the Court
House grounds erected to his memory.
Wll=on county is also called after him, as
Is also the county seat of Wilson.
Last Saturday, as we entered t., we
noticed the principal business streets full
| of human llfe-trade was active. It al
ways is on Saturdays and Tuesdays. The
country people flock on those days, and
do their trading for the week. The mer
chants are not complaining much. The
cotton market, owing to the recent rise in
the price, is very active, and old bales are
constantly fUdlng the light. The cotton
a0d corn fields look remarkably well. L
took a stroll out to Gov. C.'s. found the
Of the old English country estate gentle
man. The view from his residence is
grand. Nature is hurled around in pic
turesque diversions of hills and wooded
vallies. Waving fie Dis of bright green
corn meet the eye often. was SHOWN
a section where three streams from
three different springs are meeting. Some
labor has been consumed in thing, and
thus leading the water to find q common
deposit whence the Governor intends to
force it, ard thus supply his houte,
Every thing 1 saw around Tarboro was
pleasant and beautiful to look upon. 1t
wears an old settled look, and would carry
one back to the days when stages met here
to refresh their passengers going to the
North and returning. In those days there
were no kings of the highway-the rail
roads of the present age. The future is
to bring other changes, and greater than
any that rave yet taken place.
MoNoEIA.