Clarksville weekly chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1873-1890, 1876-12-23

Henry has gone to--tEs place where
all cats must 90. And there was
another-'twas Henry's brother His
name was Sp-r, and was killed by
fee sir, as is supposed he hasn't been
heard of for some time. I'm sorely
to write a long dissertation
on Cats" it is such an expansive
aud musical subject. But | desist. |
think only the pen of Victor Hugo
could do the subject justice, and as
haven't one of that kind by me at
present, would be sure to make fail
ure. And then, there is one who is
not the greatest lover of cats in the
world, in fact, he has great antipathy
to the race" might think there was
something personal intended. A gen..
tleman friend, who is very solicitous
for the welfare and happiness of
woman, our angel" says that the
girls had better commence hardening
their (the giris') hearts, for if the
Presidential aspirants happen to rustic
up a row, it will be- worse than slipping
down on the ice with waiter of china;
there'll be such a smashing up of
hearts when their Adonises leave for
the dark and bloody wars. One said
and it caused one heart, at least, to
suffer the pangs of three several
deaths-and to think on these rumors
of wars with dread and anguish, he
would be found, when the tocsin
sounded its dread summons, where
the balls where thiokest, that is where
Eli Perkins grandfather was univer-
sally found in the heat of battle-be-
hind the ammunition wagon. 1t is a
sad fact that the handsomest and one
of the most prominent young gents of
the neighborhood dyed last week, viz,
namely-his moustache! If Oak
Grove don't boast of any prodigious
sons" as Launce would say, it GER
tainly can boast of some prodigies. A
young lady recently reading "Thack-
ery's Miscellanies " remarked that
she liked snobs very we'll, but not so
Mems Wives" She thought Geo.
Fitzboodle tried to initiate Thackery,
and didn't succeed very well. The
same asked literary circle if they had
read THE Three Witches of Endor,"
by Shakespeare.
The gallant Fl. G. II. has returned
from the Centennial without black
eye.
The greatest man this side of Clarks
vile Gin his own estimation) intends
to have huge diamond ring telegraph
ed from Virginia. His Dulcinea-
whom there is not the slightest hope
of obtaining otherwise-will look with
favor on his suit when said diamond
ring arrives; so he says.
There is a more than nine days
wonder in the precincts of Oak Grove,
and will, l think, when generally
known, make greater stir among the
girls than the most exciting presiden-
tial canvass. l was very pleasantly
disturbed in a dreamy reverie Ito
which | am sometimes addicted when
1 have nothing else to do) some time
since by the, as | then thought, silvery
notes of bugle horn. saw gentle
man the next day who lived in the d.
rection from whence came the notes
that had so delighted me, and inquired
of him if he knew who owned bugle
over that way; that [ had heard one
the day before. "Oh, said he mod
estly, II was calling hogs about that
time it must have been me that you
heard" Now, l have read of clarion
voices" &C., but never did l think it
would be my exquisite pleasure to
meet with teIToe illus who possessed
a voice so identically fute-like. had
listened well pleased to the dulcet
tones of this rich, resonant voice in
conversation, but little dreamed of
the mighty power and volume which
it possessed. He must be rather late
calling hogs tonight, as It's past 8
o'clock p. m, and even as | write the
same silvery notes are waited on
kindly breeze to my enchanted ears.
| lose myself in a dream of fairy-land,
and am only reminded of my entity by
the fact that while | have been listen
ing euraptured to the dulcet cadences
of that voice, my FIRE, which was snug
one when l noticed it last, has burned
low and needs replenishing.
Before closing allow me to return
the kindly greeting of our friend
Merse, of Woodlawn. A thousand
thanks, Merse, for your kind wishes.
Blessings be on thee; may the God
of heaven grant thee every wish thy
soul can form"
Since reading the letter from Wood
lawn 1 have racked my brain to guess
who Merse is, but give it up. | re-
member with pleasure a visit I made
three or four years ago to some rela-
tions residing several miles from
Woodlawn. I spent most delectable
month and formed many delightful ac-
but can't recall one who
could be Merse. Four years ago!
Looking back it seems a long, long
time. We have had various vicissi-
tudes since. for better, for worse.
But the Bible teaches US that all
things work for good to those that love
God, although some do find that the
friendship of the earth resembles
The uncertain glory of an April day,
Which now shows all the beauty of the
sun,
And by and by cloud takes all away.
l. ID. A.
OoE Grove "