Clarksville weekly chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1873-1890, 1876-08-26
COVER THE RIVER"
Borne by the breeze on clouds of gold. p

COVER THE RIVER"
,.some TO the sun their wings unfold,
Borne by the breeze on clouds of gold"
But in lieu of the atmospheric voy-
age, our citizens are refreshing them
selves at the neighboring springs.
Camping Ia rustic, and taking life in
its sunny. glowing garb of lush, waving
fields and cooling woodland shades,
drinking in with quiet pleasure the
great loveliness of these fair, shining
days of August, which dawns in tumult
over the city and fades when the pas
sion and strife of men is still holding
ruinous carnival.
Mr.. B. X. Gold and family have
been sojourning at Idaho Springs, in
company with Col. Goodlett and lady,
and Mr.. J. B. Osburn and family.
The inconvenience of moving we hope,
was liquidated by the benefit reaped
from the healing waters and we sim
cerely regret the circumstances that
compelled US to decline their kind in
vitation to join them in their rural
retreat.
The merciless monotony of our little
village has been delightfully."- broken
within the past few weeks, by visits
from some of Kentucky's fair daugh-
tiers. Miss Belle Bib made rather a
brief stay in our midst-not long
enough indeed for us to extend the
courtesy of even an hour in her society.
In future, Miss Belle, we promise bet
ter. Miss Hoppe Fletcher spent
fortnight in the family circle of our
townsman, Mr. Asbury johnson, as
the guest of Miss Garrett, and the
shades of mourning still fall fresh
around the sanctuary of our hearts on
the departure of our charming friends,
Miss Smith and Miss Rosa Mallory.
Yes, Providence has been aglow with |
grace and beauty for the last few weeks,
and take this friendly opportunity |
to inform the young gentlemen of our
place of the fact, as I know by their
non-appearance that they are blissfully |
ignorant.
Last week we were fearfully agitated
on the camp-meeting question to- |
night, if the subject was preached we
would look limp, dusty and fearfully |
satiated. We would start, sigh and
mildly remark, mo more camp-meet-
ing for us-at least until next year."
We regret to chronicle the serious
illness of our irresistible friend. Geo.
A. r., but under the skillful hand of
our favored physician, DIR. Bailey, we
hope he will ere long be convalescent,
and again in our charmed circle.
Well, Joe is again here. Joe of
school-day fame. The gallant boy
with stately step and broad, up-lifted
brow, who in the palmy days of the
past, found such jolly fun in our rude
attempt to spell ''r-h-i-n-o-c-e-r-o-s."
Joe who once through mere idleness
tossed kitty at US, the long claws catch
ing in our braided hair, making us to
yell with pain. much to his amusement.
All right, Joe,
nAll that's past is gone yon know,
The future is but dream"
and we are just as glad to see you now,
as if kitty had never lived.
I hear in rather roundabout way
that our fair belle, Miss Ella Smith,
anticipates visit to New York and
Niagra this fall, l simply request of
you Ella, to bring me a picture of
Tilden.
Faith is on the wing, our place is
now honored by the presence of DR..
Cowan, from Ottumwa, healing the
sick, curing the blind and raising the
fallen. He is the guest of Mrs. John
Leigh, and hope great benefit may
be derived from his tender touch"
but as to personal affection l believe
we will trust to experience and bel
esprit rather than these marvellous
miracles.
And now in conclusion of my budget
of news, l will paint parlor scene
Just for the edifcation of our gentle
men callers" There is only few of
US present when some gallant youth
proposes music. Some youth with the
fire of genius quivering in his heart,
and an appreciation of melody thrill
ing his soul, Just one song. Now do
and being much too courteous to de-
cline, although very hoarse, we take
our seat, and in the twinkling of an
eye we are lost in Mozart melody and
Wyman's witchery. We pour our
trembling voices out in excess of song,
when lol turning, we behold our ap-
preciative auditor discussing with
Maud the chances for Hayes and
Wheeler. "Desolate yet all undaunt-
ed" we strive on. We float away in
the music of Little bunch of roses"
at the completion of which silence
reigns, and our charmed listners pro-
nounce it almost divine. Thus en-
couraged we venture forth again in
the melancholy mazes of Il stood on
the bridge at midnight, during which
the animated conversation still goes
on between Adonis and Maud as to
the election, the price of prints, or the
next ball. Our trills culver away, as
in the dusty throat of a Gagged robin.
We are silenced, disguised and in
censed. Do you marvel then at the
thinned ranks of connoisseurs Art,
perfection and melody alike perish
unnoticed. HILDA.
ROan Rail-