Public ledger. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1865-1893, 1874-08-08

Hungarian exile, saw visions and heard
sohnds between the upper aud the neither
roeks, the very recital of which curdles
the blood in our sluggish veins. On the
other hand, Joe Weems assures us that
he has lived in these moantalns Tor sew
enty five or a hundred years, and his
pious meditstions have aever yet been
disturbed by ghost or gcblins damned,
Oad Colonel w. B Russell, the mas
who never sleeps, weuld long since
have run all the ghosts out of this lan,
tude. There is not band of organized
spirits this side OF Jericho who cosid
hold -ghostly Masonic lodge IN twesty
miles OF Bon Aqua without oeing ois-
turbed aud routed Wy kusseil, Dy'Vne
wav. ne is a large etockholder 10 the
Springs Association, and the company
is extremely fortuneee in securing the
services az a man OF such tireless iRGus-
try eeaseless energy ,and peerless gal
lantry to the ladies.
Jverily believe that am this mo0ent
the only one OF q hundred and unity
CHESTS whose eyes look out on the starry
night and whose ears are open TO the
soft whisperings of the breads and the
Maids, the fairies. che whipporwilis and
the screech owls. III take fresh cigar.
The brand is Robert Burns; how do
you like them2 Now, what can a Sleep
less old bachelor do but stroll round,
kick rocks into the creek and startie the
fish, or yell to the echo of his own
cracked voice as it bounds and t101bles
in notes of uHheaCd of music away up
among the hooks and crannies Of the
lake.
Just here would be good place to
bring in moonligkt on the lake, but
unfortunately there is no moon visible
tonight. and / must stick to the truth II
| die by the Hatchett. The comet, how
ever. is switching its fiery tail Ground
here and seems to De on a sort of gen
eral rampage. The'stars are rejecting
their glittering, golden beauty IN the
CLASSY depths of the crystal waters, and
the scattered boats look like senonels
stationed at the gateways Of this dreamy
little Paradise to guard off any stray old
bachelors who might ambulate this way
The dark. sombre-looking trees bend and
kiss across the bosom OF the stream as
far IN as the eye can reach, and on
either side the flower and fern-decked
banks
Stoop down with fringeof green
no kiss the dimpling ~ ayes that sigh azA
FA1 sing AetWeen. sA.a aanikaal tA1a si1s----
Verify, the lake at Bon Aqua is gem
of beauty set with coronet OF stars to-
u;ght. Whippoorwilll get out, you imp
of darknessl / thought you were one
of Johns ghosts with your weird croak-
inr [ think | will tabe one OF these
balls and toss it down the alley. just to
hear the rumbling, roaring echo, and
see IL can make some of those sleepers
on the hill change their dreams to Rip
Van Wrinkle in the mouutains How
ever. that won't do, for ! might startle
some dame Van Wrinkle, whose night
canned head would tower above me IN
rhostly wrath and frighteE all the fre
off nv cigar. | love all the ladies, es-
peciaily the matchless ladies whose
presence gladdens and beaGtifes the
halls and the forests OF Bon Aqua, but
have a wholesome dread of their angry
frowns and dare not offer battle.
| am told that Joe LaPrade van.shes
round the nearest corner every time he
sees one coming with brandished par
asol or umbrella. He has kept hotel be-
fore and can tell mad women a mile
off. / have never known lady, how
ever. that thought could get mad. Ours
are all amiable, all social. all sweet
looking to me, but not all pretty by any
means. | have never yet, in all nay
lonely peregrinations through this vale
OF tears and alimohy. encountered a
company of such rare and charming
guests. contemplate them from safe
distance, and love not wisely, but too
we'll
| had thought to give you briet out.
line of some rare birds that help to fill
IN our tables" but the night wanes
apace and | must defer this amusement
TO more convenient season. And now
while the stars keep watch over the
closed eyelids of sleeping beauty, while
the feecy clouds float on in shadowy
wreaths to die away in the deepening
distance, bidding farewell to the SEN
tinel stars and hurrying away from the
coming morn; while the night birds
chirp their last melancholy notes and
the somber tree tops wave adieu, take
my leave and quietly subside into my
cherries den to sleep the sleep OF prim'
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