Knoxville daily chronicle. [volume] (Knoxville, Tenn.) 1870-1882, 1872-08-14
of Life at Tate,s Springs.

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| ing the verdant and vine-covered slopes of
| these towering heights, embosomed within this
| fertile and romantic valley the busy hum of
mountain industry falling gently on the ear,
| eyes and every sense ravished by the varied
tint and roseate touch of natures luxuriant will
| derness the shade and shadow of sunlight crest
1 ing the hills, its playful witchery from rosy
morn till dewy eve, we linger in this picturesque
eysian lanscape OF natures widest scenery,
and found with the poet "a lodge in some vast
wilderness, some boundless contiguity of shade,
where rumors of Oppression and deceit, of un-
successful and successful war, shall never meet
| us more"
| Afar from the garish scenes of city life, its
seething heat and dusty streets we have borne our
weary and careworn feet to this citadel of rest
| and trust the mountain breezes and limpid wa
ters of this delightful retreat will refresh as
much as Byron's dream does the lover of ro-
nance, as lost in rapt fancy DER this king of
poets, where he gathers his gems and diamond
clusters, crowning himself Poet Laureate from
| all time immemorial Nature revels in all her
widest beauty, in this home in the mountain
Businesses, Trusting to:the magic wand of its
potent spell, like the tabled crystal waters of the
| Piearan Spring we will drink this elixir of life
that shall exercise all demons of mental or bod-
| ly i'll, and unlike the pilgrims in the Garden
| of Eden, we will find no forbidden fruit on hal
cyor ground consecrated to the amelioration
| of human woe, sickness or sorrow.
| Our own, our native land, kissing as her hills
| do the azure sky, her bounding torrents streams
and rugged cliffs, with her wooing forest glades
tanning the sweety sheltered valleys which
abound, how ruly art thou the crown jewel
| of the sunny South, the Switzerland of Ameri-
ca Fresh and lovely in aspect, thy laughing,
gay and rural scenes greet the toll, worn heart
| like an oasis does the beaten traveller of Saba
ra's burning sandsl
| These Springs are situated ten miles from
| Morristown, East Tennessee, in the Bean Sta
| ton valley, rough ride of fourteen miles over
| the craggy, rocky hills, and safe dash across
the Holston river and you will find yourself
| about six o'clock in the evening comfortably
| ensconced in clean, cool rooms, surrounded by
| all the comforts necessary to a summer retreat
| and seated daily at a table furnished with all
| the substantial luXuries of the country.
| There are about one hundred and twenty
five visitors attending these Springs and more
expected ev cry day..
| Miss Harriet Tate, proprietor of this ''Vale of
| Ovoca," succeeds most admirably in dispensing
! to her guests all those delicate attentions that
create home life, impressing all with the free
dom and security of rest and repose so essential
to an invalid, yet rarely found within the
walls of a boarding house. We venture
| to assert if she transfers to another
| this establishment her visitors will miss
her heartfelt and graceful hospitality, the
| true comfort and influence of which the eti-
quette of Chesterfield or style of Lady Bless
| ington combined could not supercede
| Long rows of white cottages skirt the hill
sides, and ample accommodations are made for
| large number of visitors. Gallant beaux and
gay bellies trip the Light fantastic toe' while
| the shadows of night chase the hours merrily
| away.
| Among the pictures that gild our social So
| journ here, will be seen ever and anon from
early morn till dewy starlight, dances in spark
| ling scenes of of beauty around the queen Of
night, the fairy touch of childhoods step, the
| sweet girl of sixteen with her ringing laugh OF
silvery mirtb, the young lady in the rosy blush
| of all her queenly charms, the matron with her
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eating to the fount of healing waters. Within the
pretty enclosure of lattice, too, we meet with
| those whose skill in the social arena of life is
| only comprehended by such pure and angelic
| natures as their own, who find in each human
| countenence an appeal to the nobler aspirations
of our nature, who seem to feel that all
earth were made in the image of God, and from
their own elevated positions IN society they cast
| to each pilgrim at the shrine OF health, pearls
| from their own paradise of ideality, planting
| flowers on the wayside where thorns might
pierce and spring. Such was the character of
| of Mrs...S- of Newman Geo. Mrs. M.
| Mc-g, of Knoxville, East Tenn essee, for we
| have "birds of song as we'll as birds OF beauty
S-ys voice from Newman, Ga, will long be
| remembered by the visitors of Tates Springs
Croquet music, and the bowling alley sport the
hours all the long day 'Ts 50, that some of
our most distingue and recherche musicians the
tall, handsome aud blackeyed Mr.. @. D. B-n
has wrapt himself in the gloomy splendor of
an aristocratic silence, SO far as his rhapsodies
fantasies and impromptues are concerned;
still we feel consoled, being assured by the am
ateur himself that requiem to his past musical
life will be written dedicated to the ladies of
Tate's Springs"
We have grave judges, wise lawyers, mer-
chants, accompanying our 'lassies" with grace
and chiyalry. Mr.. p, of Americas, Ga,
is directing with much success, Cupid's darts
towards one of the dove-eyed girls of upper
East Tennessee, much to the dismay of Mr..
T-ett, of Nashville who consoles himself
with the brown eyed lassie from Abingdon, Va.
Mr.. NJ. B. L--ell is greeted by all the fair
lassies with smiles, as he is ever on the alert to
arrest pair of dark eyes or treasure rosy
smile.
Two buds with all their sweetest leaves yet
fo'ded," have:fitted into this Eden of roses'--
| the brown eyed, dreaming looking girl of six
isshes droop and flash over a world of feeling
East Tennessee, and Miss Lizzie Lett, the
black eyed gypsy looking beauty from the City
of Rocks, i,with all her winsome, girl
garb g" of VSoe''f Woe for " her Sonored and no.
Bic father, Col T. NJ. of Nashville. She min
listers tenderly to her broken-hearted mother
| whose whole life seems darkened with sorrow,
| yet in the strength OF her sweet womanly ma
| ture, summer suns shine in rosiest tints of
| loveliness and happiness upon the hours OF the
| aged and young.
To all lovers of romance in nature and COM
| fort in real life say, hasten to Tate Springs,
ere the sun scorches away their summer sky,
fore It is sweeter than TX. MarvePs Dream
| Life" or any pages of I, S. Arthur's Real
Life ~ f
The last stolen 'jew d esprit" we could catch
| by the wsyside was written by one of our party
| in lines. The muse sings:
with genial friends we wend our way
To sip the waters pure and bright,
| With Annie and Lizzie, blithe and gay,
Breathing sweet gales from mountain height.
"a tribute of love to our hostess is due,
For fayors so kindly bestowed. @
May the trio of sisters by heaven be blest
As they journey through life to the mansions OF
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August 4, 1872.
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