The daily dispatch. [volume] (Richmond [Va.]) 1850-1884, 1876-05-04

be more properly appreciated, and when
this property will attract capital for its i'm.
provefnent and iadofnment In d manner
worthy OF its great natural advantages. IL
Is now In the hands Of one Who unde derstands
Its merits well, and who manages itadmira-
bly, to the satisfaction Of his guests. He
has added greatly to. It's popularity, and
there is every reason to believe from the
promises now held forth and the letters
daily received by Colonel Eubank that the
approaching season ut the Warm will be
one Of the very brightest it ever had. The
region is rich In commissary stores, and the
company at the. Warm will live well. It is
region OF good beef, mutton, and butter.
The Warm Springs mutton is too well
known to need praise. There is none bet
ter.
TAXING THIS VALLEY
in all its aspects, and giving fair estimate
Of its beauties and attractions, j believe that
means here iudiciously invested will yield
largely OF human benefit and real recon-
pense. + IDS / ss.'.3
We have here very profound rest, and
certainly no sensations. Socially the few
here have an amount OF enjoyment which
they wish they could share with few more
friends. They desire not q monopoly Of it.
the Francisco mansion, near these Springs,
and has furnished it and fairly domiciliated
himself and family therein. II anybody
wants to understand the graces and happi-
ness OF mountain home amidst the charms
OF mountain scenery let him visit Mr..
Moore.
a GLANCE TOWARDS HOME. ~ .ssl Ii.
/ see that there is no want Of excitement
In Richmond, such as it is. The zeal to
serve the city is, as always, excessive. How
happy is the city that has such devoted sons
What contrast is presented now between
Richmond and Bath Courthouse Here we
have no candidates and no spouters. The
only matter OF especial interest socially is
Colonel Terrells health, which is growing
better, with an occasional unfavorable day.
Remembering that we have the best fire.
side sociability and table entertain
ment, varied by the Incompatible bath
ing OF the place, we find no little plea
sure in contemplating Nature in her va
rious walks. A smart sensation was crc-
ated yesterday by raid made by a rascally
blackbird upon robins nest. The scamp
deliberately tore the nest in parts and scat
tered the material OF which it was made
about the tree. The outrage was regarded
with indignation by an exemplary popula-
upon the offender he would have been
brought to justice. But there it is. It is as
hard to tell one blackbird from another as
it is to tell one negro voter from another,
and, as Zetelle would say, "that's what's the
matter"
RURAL FELICITY.
There is a variety in the interest of the
locality that to me is considerable. Just now
there are number of beautiful calves re-
Gently introduced into the world by their
milk-giying mothers. They are beauties
Did you ever consider a calf? Did you ever
have fellow-feeling Looking at their
plays in the green meadow almost wish /
was one, and probably would so wish but
for fear OF too early introduction to the
butcher. Surveying the green acre OF the
gay little animals the other day discovered
that calves had vanity as well as man. Mans
self-conceit leads him to look down on his
fellow. Wealth, especially, engenders arro-
gance. That is the meanest kind OF SELF
complacency, and it never enters the breast
of the calf-which, therefore, has the ad-
vantage on that point. But calves will pride
themselves on experience, and size, and age.
A calf OF three weeks existence we saw
contemplating brother Of day old as he
stood with trembling legs and vacant stare
out Of his big eyes not far from his
mother. Our three weeks hero endeavored
to attract the attention of the younger one.
He surveyed him up and down, and pro-
posed to leap the little ditch between them,
but the horn of the mother suggested q di-
lemma which he was not brave enough to
encounter So he satisfied himself with a
philosophic reflection as to what such lim-
r-jointed, scrawny little fellow had come
into the world for, and for what could he
be created. Poor thing, he could not surely
live. Making final futile effort, with SUBJ
dued bleat and festive shake Of the tail, to
attract attention, he gave up his attempt at
sociability and capered gaily to his ma, who
was down in the meadow. Tell me calves
don't think and philosophize! Why, the
naturalists style them ruminants. l have
known them to ruminate. You have,
Messrs. Redacteurs, contemporaries who do.
AS Artemus Ward says, Adoo. VAL.