Clarksville weekly chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1873-1890, 1875-03-27
ANOTHER LETTER FROM GRAFTON.

Winter fingers in the lap of Spring"
is very nice poetry, but when the 22nd
day of March finds the ground buried
beneath thick covering of snow, it is
not so beautiful as the lamented and
gifted Faxon would have us believe.
The carolling of Spring bird is
mockery, and the song of plow-boy
sounds as if it came from the thick
ribbed ce-bergs of the North tits to
be hoped that the ''oil in the cruise,
and meal in the barrel" will not fail,
for the vegetable kingdom threatens
to withhold its bounties, and to leave
us commoners dependent upon anoth-
er Rossington raid.
Last Sunday was gala day for our
juveniles. Rev. 7. J. Duncan visited
the Baptist Sunday School and an
nounced that the New Providence
Sunday School Practice and Mass
Meeting" would be held May 18th and
invited them to cooperate with his
school in practicing for the joyous &C.
casion. At 3 P. NJ, large and order
ly congregation of children, young and
old, met at the Methodist Church, and
led by that prince of musicians, Dr.
Morrison, RECALLED US with delightful
song. At night Sunday School ad-
dress was delivered by the pastor, and
handsome collection taken up to sup
ply the school with literature. 1t was
indeed most excellent address, full
of hnmor, wit and anecdote, also re
plete with earnest, pathetic appeals to
our better natures, pointing out the
fearful responsibilities of all who had
the training of the young. and especial
ly the Sunday School teacher Think
good seed were sown, and hope it may
bring abundant harvest We have
certainly need of help, our children
put us to shame by the all-absorbing
interest they take. when the whole
adult population are so apathetic. Let
US all turn out en- masse and surprise
the good pastor by our prompt response
to his urgent request for a full and
regular attendance. | know that only
good can result Come to the help.
Tie Rev. Mr.. Perkins had another
appointment to say what we should
eat, what we should drink, and where
withal we should be clothed; but I'M
fortunately for our appetites, sensibili-
ties and tastes, the gentle giles blew
cOntrariwise and here we are dead in
trespasses and sins. The dark, alco-
holic river of death flows on, its surg
ing waves roll up anon, and on them
are borne the hideous forms of those
we love, with trothy mouth and fright
full glare they tell Us plainly that no
drunkard can enter the king lom of
God
have observed that the noble
hearted, the gifted and the genial are
oftenest found upon its turbid bosom.
| would change it if | could, and save
these wrecks of a noble manhood, and
if its black waters must be peopled, |
would people it with those who for love
of gain, starve themselves and save ev-
erything except their souls.
We had most delightful evening at
DIR. Wyatts last night, another Of
those little musical sources that are so
full of enjoyment without any stiff
ceremony, where every one calls for
anything they like to hear. and mirth
and song rule the hour. Wewere disap-
pointed in the appearance of sew
eral friends, who were expected and
the unlocked for call of our leader,
DIR. Morrison, we gave HIM up reluct-
antly. but the music went on. We
certainly have some fine musical tai
ent in New Providence, some who per-
form with rare taste and skill and sweet
ness. CRAfON.
New PROVIDENCE.