The Morristown gazette. [volume] (Morristown, Tenn.) 1867-1920, 1877-08-08
MINERAL HILL SPRINGS, \
Thursday, August 2, 1877.


don't use the "red'' this time of year.
Still, you did well in boxing his ears for
want of intelligence. There are a great
many things that we don't know-a great
many that it is his duty to learn.
Perhaps, you have vaguely. guessed
what we have very vaguely intimated,
you some account of the hop last night,
but somehow with swinging corners"
our mind seems ifie,-well, to put 1t
mildly,-a trifle mot at home"
Yet the hours last evening" sped away
with such rapid wing that we gladly re-
call them. There seemed to be a spirit
of infectious gayety in the air, and
when, at about eight o'clock, the leader
of the band cried in stentorian tone,
partners for quadrilleI" light hearts
and willing feet responded to the call.
Even staid bachelors and widowers, of
long standing, who had not danced for
years, caught the infection and were
soon Gripping the light fantastic" with
grace and abandon which quite threw
their younger rivals into the shade.
While the dancers thronged the ball
room the lovers and other romantic folk
proved that moop-lit galleries were not
bad things after all, and we stumbled
upon several of these moon-struck
couples whispering soft and low Of
the weather, no Doubt For the ladies
we can answer; it was fair. Luna that
claimed their tender glances; where the
chances of the gentlemen wandered
"this deponent saith not" We have a
SLY belief that they found their Lunas
nearer the earth.
But, alas! all such hours of gladness
are fieeting, and long after the shrill
voice of the chanticleer had sounded the
midnight boot, the last carriage drove
off, the last pretty face disappeared
from the ball room, the sound of happy
laughter grew faint and fainter and old
Morpheus soon began his drowsey reign,
but the last conscious thought was,
Zone more golden day has been
garnered in our memories"
We should be but imperfect chron-
iclers were we to neglect record of a
s.. S. Rice, well known in literary cir
cles. We are so fortunate as to number
this accomplished lady among our
guests, and on last Tuesday evening at
our earnest solicitation she favored us
with one of her delightful readings.
Her selections were all in admirable
taste, and she, by her graceful render
ing, gave new beauty to many we'll
known productions. Especially fine and
impressive was her rendition of that
wierd poem, 1.-The Bells" by the ill-star-
ed Poe. The 'tinkle, tinkle " of the
/ golden wedding-bells was perfect, while
'Prhe tolling, tolling, tolling,
In that muffled monotone"
of the mournfn1 iron bells, made the
heart ache, and we seemed to stand
} above the coffined clay OF some loved
one and listen to
6 The moaning and the grooming of the
bells etss 81 g como
But the sadness of this reading was
varied by one of Hoods most laughable
poems entitled, "The Lost Heir. The
humor inathis is exquisite, and at the
grand climax, where the recreant heir is
discovered following kind of wander
ing show, the distressed mothers feel
ings change to anger, and Miss Rice
q brought down the house" by seizing
in the most energetic manner the hair of
a gentleman who sat near her,s(he being
privy to the deed). and giving it snch a
shaking that he must have felt it long
after. The victim happened to be.
new made husband, and he declares he
has ''heart for any fate" since that ex-
perfenee Miss Rice is editor of the
B1tttnj0rs Esocutionist she expects to
visit Morristown soon, and we can
promise you a rich literary treat in her
coming. ~ 3skN&s8
Our house is rapidly filing up; thir-
teen new arrivals to-day, and more ex-
pected = Evidently our people know a
good thing when it comes in their way II
So do we, and as the dinner bell is
so guiding we bid you an reCoir.
MORE ANON