Alexandria gazette. [volume] (Alexandria, D.C.) 1834-1974, 1875-08-25
Letter from the Fauquier White Sui
phur Springs.


Correspondence of the Alexandria Gazette
FAUQUIER WHITE SULPHUR SPRINGS, Aug.
23.-It was most pleasant ride up the Vir-
GINA Midland road. The air was COO! aud free
from dust-apropos. Travelling alone 10 car
is conducive to thought, and our mind turns
naturally towards the several modes of travel
in different countries 10 regard to the supe-
rior management Of the
RAILWAYS OF GREAT BRITAIN
and America, there has been coutrariety of
opinion, each seeming to be welded to their
own system 1t is matter of national pride
that neither will abolish the bad, or accept the
good points of the other
A recent number of the London Times draw.
Ing parallel on this SUBJECT, was by no means
complimentary to its American cousin. 1t
showed the fraud and peculatlon, the watered
stock, the frequency of accidents, the reckless
| ness and appalling loss of life contrasted with
| its English method OF care, the superior con.
structlon OF their roads, the fencing and enclos-
| ing them from all trespass. the paid guard to
| prevent any one from going 90 the track, and
especially the solvent railroad companies which
are as sound to-day as the Bank of England.
The Times is undoubtedly right on these points,
but it keeps discreet silence In regard to their
OVID shortcomings. Their way Of locking their
passengers up and keeping them Gagged like
/ Wild beasts IN menaRerlc, without commun-
cation outside, is barbarous.
TWO YEARS AGO ALL ENGLAND WAS SHOCK ED
BY BLOODY MURDER
in one of these coaches The victim and the
yrl1yr Inrn Il, 1
mercy aud the treuzied cries tor help were un-
heard outside. A short time after an escaped
lunatic came near killing fellow passenger
who Was locked 10 with him. Only few weeks
since Col. Valentine Baker, who was the pet
OF the arlstocracy, made an assault on gentle,
| helpless LADY.
THE GOOD OLD TINES"
| What halo OF romance is thrown around
them by the vanishing years. Voices were
| sweeter, men more hooest, and Womeu more
true then than now. Men have always talked
so and always will it seems That he is fulfil.
ling but the curse in signing ever after the No.
attainable. Revsltng the Locksley Hall OF
ones memory is, think, both conducive oil
happiness and profit err with Southey who
says that memory is the cruellist gift vouch-
sated TO man." The future is beyond GU,
the past is all our own. have just rolled back
the tide OF years and recalled old faces and
scenes Of
| WARRENToN TEN YEARS AGO,
| the flush times of that ancient borough, when
it had as fair women as ever kept a troth, and
| as gallant soldiers as ever swung themselves
into saddle. The war was over and the soldiers
had just returned home and donued to them
the quakerlsh garb of citizen. They had
done their best and failed, and like wise men
they accepted the situation by making up fol
lost time, and the whole land was full of devil
ment and love making, and Warrepton -four
lshed then as it never did before, aud certainly
was the theater on whose boards were enacted
many comedy, sometimes tragedy, but more
often roaring farce. we'll remember sere
Dade once saw. The party rendezvoued a,
the Warren Green Hotel and then started
| about midnight to disturb the slumbers of the
fair maidens Of the town. The party aforesaid,
| as shark OF the legal persuasion would say,
| consisted OF first vlolio and second fiddle,
carionette, bass violin and guitar. 1t was q
hilarious crowd, each carrying bottle. The
| guitar had two believe, and after every tune
they would take long and strong pull alto.
| gether until the stars of heaven danced wild
and insane jig before the eyes of every mothers
| son of them, and the music, which was once so
sweet and soft, now sounded like all the patti.
EMS of BedIam had broken into music shop.
The end came, however.
AS THE SUN ROSE MAJEsTICALLY UPON THE
| HORIZON,
the guitar was seen sitting on curbsone sing
| ing 10 u dlscOnsolate complaining tone. "The
| ~ 81 L.. L.
| lay dead drunk IN the gutter, the bass viol
had stumbled and fallen down an open cellar
door and lay peacefully snoring at the bottom,
The second fiddle who, by the way, had strong
tendency towards politics, was found address.
a tree box and vehemently abusing President
Andrew johnson; the clarionette who, though
a line fellow, was little stage-struck, was dis.
covered by DaVy Lancaster curled upon the
court house steps. Davy sung out Who
that thar? What eu want? What's you a
doing thar, said Davy?
My name is Norval of the Grampian Hills |
| You can't fool old Davy that way Marse
Dick.
And my fathers focks l tend. Is this a
dagger?
Come along with old Davy Marse Dick. I'll
tend to you.
AvauntI So fair and yet so false.
Why Marse Dick you is drunk.
Pauline the CLEAN of alabaster lamps. What,
ho Slave
What de debbel must do wild dis man said
Davy, scratching his head 10 his perplexty.
| In try him once more. Come along wild me
Marse Dick. You is berry drunk
Drunk, said the clarionette, looking at Davy
with bloodshot eyes, AIM drunk, but scker
boy amt in this town. OH holemyheadup.
Davy started bar room just after the war
called the Black Horse Restaurant, and as be
was great Democrat all the boys patronized
him and Davy made money. He now lives a
hundred yards or SO from the springs 90 neat
little farm all his own
Willie S pimau used to flourish in those
days, and run around, whatever that means,
10 what Uncle Ned would call dem times. :"
Willie was great admirer Of the sex, aud did
| the Claude Melnotte business to every soft
piece of temioluity who huos on bis arm on
moonlight night. A splendid joke is told on
| Willie In connection with party at Mr. Rice
| PaYne's One nirht-well cnmo 10 thinl. nf