The daily dispatch. [volume] (Richmond [Va.]) 1850-1884, 1871-11-23

| A MIssoURIAN IN RICHMOND, AND WHAT
liz THINKs OF Us.-Colonel z. D0nan,
editor OF the Lexington (Mo.) Caucasian,
| has recently visited Richmond, and in an
article entitled "a Backwoods Ink-Sasher
on a Scallyhoop" describes what he saw in
characteristic style. We make the follow.
ing extracts:
1.-TWO days of enjoyment, unmingled,
unearthly, intense. In feminine loveliness
Richmond eXcels all the rest Of America.
We say it, and we know; for there's not a
| spot we haven't yistcd-not famed beauty
we haven't seen. Richmond is the place in
| which may be realized Moore's Loves of
the Angels There dwells the belle Of the
State and OF the South-a real, live, unmis.
taxable angel; her snowy pinions folded
| for 4 time; her golden harp supplanted by
n dainty parasol; her glistening robes Of
! f1eecy cloud exchanged for silk, or poplin,
| or giensdine, With panicr; her heavenly
wardrobe all laid aside; disguised in NOR
til form and costume, but the supernal
radiance OF the skies still glowing in her
face. the reflection of the 'peaIly gates ,
still lingering on her cheeks, the celestial
rubies on her lips, the sapphires in
her eyes, and the perfume Of immor-
tai groves and gardens on her breath.
Fairer than the fairest Houri in Moslem's
dream of Paradise. Loyelier than a forty
|
| melted into one. Cupid has shut up shop
and retired from the gizZard-splitting bust.
ness. One glance of her eyes over-matches
his whole artillery. Abraham, Isaac, and
jacob, Moses, Manoah, and many other
distinguished gentlemen Of antiquity, were
| favored with occasional glimpses Of angelic
| forms; but theirs were all HE.angels-Ga-
briels, Raphaels, and MichaelS-no feminine
shapes of heavenly moid-no Gabriellas,
Raphaellas, Seraphinas, or Marlannas.
How much more fortunate are We-a dimity
divinity-a seraph, in all the fresh lowell
ness of eirlhood-an angel, in all the glory
and beauty of young womanhood-for an
acquaintance and friend Think Of it.
Many deliriously delicious hours. Visits
to Judge Ou'd's, Mrs. Rutherfoord's,
and Miss Higeinbotham's. Find all
the bright enchantresses bewitchipg us
OF old. Call upon the estimable fami-
" of W. S. Donnan. A stroll through
the Capitol, scene of that frightful catas-
trophe, in which we lost gallant young
relative. Survey the massive, group of sta
tues In the Square-statues of patriots who
would to-day be "disfranchised rebels"
Z drive to beauteous Hollywood" where,
amid the waving expresses, yeWs, magno-
las, and Grape myrtles, so many OF Virgil
MAS noblest sons have lain them down, in
hero slumber, 10 sleep till the archangePs
trumpet sounds the last grand "reveille -
and 2all the dead, both small and great"
patriot and oppressor, Rebel and Yankee,
Stand forth, to answer at the roIl-call OF the
universe. A bird's-eye view OF the falls OF
the mighty ssJeems water-poWer enough
to run thousand mills and factories. a
glance at the gigantic pyramidal monu-
inent of ivy.clad gray stone to the Con-
feGerate dead. a look, on the wing, ct
Tredegsr Iron Works, Libby Prison, Belle
Isle, and the Notifications, with Malvern
Hill in the background. The Fair, splen-
did success. Magnificent display OF stock,
both bipedal and quadrupedal. Hosts OF
strangers in attendance. Forty thousand
people on the grounds. Exciting hurdle.
racing. Our champion gets tumble. A
drive behind McCaulPs tiUe pony team. a
ball every night at the hotel. An exquisite
private concert, with Leo Wheat as pianist
and Miss Matte Ould as star soprano. A
hundred good-byes. AND with weeping
heart and bleeding eyes-(ain't that little
mixed D-With pain big as tobacco hogs
head under our left st-pocket--With signs
that make our bosom culver to our boots
with four handkerchiefs, three old table,
cloths, aud dish-rag saturated in the brlny
juice Of our Iacerated emotions-and with
seventeen tears, each big enough TO hii
pint-cut, streaming from our nose ana
cbin-we feeblY wave our last dry oan'
dans-and are of for New York"