Clarksville weekly chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1873-1890, 1876-12-09
FROM WOODLAND, TENN.

:. am dreaming. f0ndly dreaming of the
happiness OF yOre,
OF the peaceful, blfssful memories, gone
for ever, evermore.
In those departed sunny hours l had yis-
Ions bright and fair,
And garlanded fresh fitswers for my raven
color q hair
The busting scenes Of the dav have
closed, and silence, like a spirit, is
brooding Ger the earth. IT'S thehour
Of twilight, and while sit in the dim
light of the waxing moon. thoughts of
other dsys start over me, the memory
of which brings feeling Of pensivs
sadness. Then all was bright with
hope. The heart was joyous with an-
ticipations of the future. The many
cares of the world were unknown. OF!
melancholy clouds, thou needed not
then silver lining, for life to me was
all sunshine. But now, former hope
is blighted; associates Of other days
are gone; thorns where I imagined
flowers only grew. Reflections like
these throng the mind, conjured up by
the calm, still hour of twilight, as his
wand is waved Ger the earth.
The hymennial raid seems to con-
tinue. We were surprised on last
Wednesday by the union of Mr.. Por-
ter and Miss Tom Long. We extend
to them our best wishes for their hap
piness and prosperity. Mr.. II. @.
Long has turned aside from single
blessedness" and united his destiny
with one Of Kentucky's charming
flowers, Miss Willie Mallory, daughter
Of Capt. 7. G. Mallory, of Hopkins
vile. / congratulate you, Willie, on
your happy marriage. May every an
ticipated joy be realized, and no cloud
of darkness gather on your horizon.
Remember tits no common tie.
That binds your youthful heart
Ills one that only truth should nerve.
And only death should part"
The young men of the country are
having nice time bird hunting these
cold days.
Mr.. Willie Marabel complimented
his friends at Woodlawn with short
visit on last week, pretended to be on
bird huut. but we think the most of
his hunting was in pursuit of GOLD.
A young sprig of the bar remarked
to me few days ago. with wise look
that would have become a modern
Solomon That Woodlawn was rath-
er small city to boast of a sufficiency
of news to justify correspondent; it
would be impossible to write more
than two letters year, as that would
quite exhaust the few items of news
that could be cleaned from Wood
lawn" In reply to all such sneering
remarks in reference to our little town,
| will simply say
"Sprfnging from the faintest causes.
Grand results have often shown,
That there is power in trifies"
Mr.. Wilson, the Methodist minister,
filled his appointment here on last
Sunday afternoon, but owing to the
inclemency Of the weather, there was
few in attendance.
We have new citizen, Mr.. james
Meacham. who moved in the house va
Gated by Mr.. Wood. We welcome
you, Mr.. NJ, to your new home, and
wish you great success.
The young ladies of our country are
very anxious to know more about that
picture possessing such Adonis-like
beauty" l. d. A. spoke of in her last
letter. Can it be one of Tennessee's
noble gallants? Nay, we think not, as
he is the possessor of such "jetty
eurls, and destitute of the much COW
eted treasure, moustache."
Strange yet true Christmas will
soon be here, and the inquiry Cat least
among the girls, is What will be
done p " Where will we go ?" " Who
will we see?" All how we'll the ad-
vice of the Scriptures will apply to
them: Take no thought for the NOR
row, for the morrow shall take thought
for the things of itself. Sufficient
unto the day is the evil thereof.
MERLE.