The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1871-07-06

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amid shady bowers, a fitting retreat
for a genius like his, and where the
song Of the moeking bird as merri-
/ " he trills his lay, the stroke of the
masons' hammer, and the clang of
the rock-piercing drill, charms har-
moniously with the music that
foods his soul
Westward still we go, our road
bordered with greenfields and gras-
sy meadows. We soon reach the
farm of our friend Smith, (perhaps
you have heard of Smith, ]. Smith,
Esq., which realizes our idea of a
delightful country home. The ele-
CANT cottage dwelling, the delicious
shades vocal with the music of
song-birds, the grand old hills ris-
ing beautifully and picturesquely in
the back ground, the pleasing rural
prospect in front; and the atmos-
.phere of the neighborhood ITSELF
sweetly scented with the breath of
fowers-Roses--all combine to form
picture Of rare, rustic beauty, en-
chanting to the eye. If properly
encouraged we could linger here for
ever, but the grove beyond is our
destination and yielding TO the
warm invitation of blazing old Sol
to seek its cooling shades, we has
ten on.
We soon arrive, and a scene of
sylvan beauty greets our vision
This beautiful grove, now dear to
our memory for its pleasant asso-
Citations, is situated on Richland
creek which was at this time slowly
yelling its turbid tide between its
Shiny banks, and contributing large
ly to the amber eoIored fluid re
slipped from silver cups and made
delicious by the contemplation of
the nectar we did not sip. The air
was redoIent with the rich odor of
the sweet scented grape, and a red
bird, perched on the top ola neigh
boring tree, kindly favored the
company with one of his charming
melodies. The majestic oak, the
tail ash and the scrubby horn-beam,
all lent their friendly shades to the
merry groups, who, with grateful
appreciation, gathered beneath
them, and all went merry as a mar
riage bell, particularly to some who
fatty heard the joyous tinkle of
said bell in the dim, shadowy fu-
ture.
Almost every region round about
contributed to that gay party, and
each in that fair throng, We'd with
the other in generous rivalry, for
the palm of beauty, (Which, how
ever, we will not award until we
learn the result of a private little
venture of our own.
The old North State had its beau /
tiful and accomplished representa-
tive, who viii not remain Long here
unless she prefers to do SO. Even
the land of Chivalry and cotton,
rolls up one of its fairest daughters
to swell that lovely throng. A gen
tie, graceful fairy, whose mountain
home almost overlooks your gay
city, graces with her winsome pre-
sence this pleasant occasion, while
from the valley beyond, a charming
contrast with sparkling black. eyes,
falls gracefully into line. A softly
blushing rose with its exquisite fra
GRANGE and glowing tints, together
with fair lilly from over the hills
and away, bloom sweetly amongst
US, whilst a lovely brunette varies
with her darker beauty the fascinat-
ing picture. Old Maury lays us
under heavy obligations by her lib
eral contribution to the array Of
loveliness, and glorious old VIII
Hanson nobly sustains the reputa-
ton the beauty of her fair daugh-
ters has long given her. The hume
rous Smith family had its fairest
whilst Pulaski, No.
8 and Wales Station furnished each
several beautiful young ladies,
without whose cheerful presence
the charmed circle would have been
incomplete.
Playful groups of mirthful new
issue, varied the scene with their |
merry sports, and whether in grace /
fully jumping the rope or in playing |
the more fascinating graces, they I
played the deuce with the hearts of /
the signing lads who lowered about
them. Beautiful blushing maidens
told fortunes to eaptivated SWANS,
who looked into the liquid depths
Of their brightly beaming eyes in
search Of the sweet secret, and
sighed with the eager hop0 their
ardent gaze betrayed. Blue eyes
We'd with black eyes, and dove eyes /
with hazel eyes, until our bewilder-
ed senses became lost in a sweet
dream Of elysiaR possibilities, TO be
rudely awakened BY the reluctant
Try Of times up" when the de
Ginning sun admOnished us that
soon there would be nothing left Of
hat happy day but a cherished