The Russellville Democrat., 1877-11-15
FROM ATKINS.
SAGE's RETREAT,


 hints from Atkins, the generous, good-hearted editor has so compact ed the long productions of the Dr. oh, excuse me. mean of the cor that vacancy is left for your humble servant. In the Ian guage of the writer "Atkins is i'm proving;" l too, concur with his sen timents and go hand in hand down the aisle of time singing in melodi- ous strains the golden hopes of her future years"
 To see her great improvement just step bit into the pages of her past history: to the first gloomy ap- pearance of her existence and con- template the bright as we'll as mel ancholy changes which time has wrought, and see that the attach mepus in her history cannot be blem ished as it volumes into years; can not be repaired us long as the glow ing rosy faces of clever young mint haunt her palaces; or the sweet song of the mountain stream is ever heard.
 Mir. E. A. Darr, the star of that city, together with several other gentlemen, have by unceasing skill and never ending energy, passed their old dilapidated buildings to the dust, raised "old Atkins from the swamps. seated her upon "seyen hills' in all her beauty and royalty, and today one can see the manifes- tations of their tasks by beholding huge mansions glittering in the sun.
 Some of the old gray haired sages who deem it duty to watch the ripplings of their respective jewels, have often asked the question, viz: Why does Atkins cling so firmly to clever boys? We'll, Mr. c. is stall wart fabric of kind of clerk, has been endowed with one of fortunes favorites and centered his affections in beautiful castle just few miles South of Atkins; so the influence of . stolen march upon him has sue ceeded in weaving web around his mind in winch his ideas become en- tangled; his hash is settled and likely to remain in Atkins for life. So success to you old boy, and to the livery boss who gets a one dollar bill from your pocket every Sunday.
 Mir. B. adjacent to Mir. c. fixes his speculations just upon such a feature and there was a time when if ANY one should have told me that he ever expected to engage in such speculations, 1 would have as soon believed that the mountains would rise to kiss the clouds, but the satis- faction of a we'll spent life or the forms of enjoyment over the checker ed scenes of bis pathway is an incen- tive to action. You have my we'll wishes.
 Mir. NJ. ST. after climbing tue dizzy nights of his ambition with his temples bound in natures wreath looked back and placed his hopes upon beautiful casket containing precious gem washed up by the tide of life fresh from the realms of Gods Creation, and never in my life did l behold children in innocence but what I thought, beautiful as they are, are but jewels prepared to enter His Holy Mansion.
 Mir. M. vice versa to Mir. M. ST., fingers and goes back to his past history and finds that the fountains of false love existed in his minority a child then of tender years. To day he manifests an abhorrence for the opinion of his then associates and shrinks with horror at the de- captive ones around him, and they all pass beneath the cool, placid bosom of the pool of forgetfulness.
 Mir. NJ. Sd bore a constant design of friendship and love and pursued the only rival he has ever had in his early days; so we hear the swells of dictim rising into one grand volume, til it bursts from the halls of memo ", and the whoop of Victory! Vic tory! Victory! is heard.
 Last of all is our friend Mir. G. only waiting for the harmonious monosyllabic word "Yes," but the hardest thing in the word is to meet the outpouring of a loving heart, and dashing the hopes of Q lover by the utterance of that freezing mono syllable No" it is painful to Mir. G., yet fancy shows him oh, how sadly! that earths mightiest events must
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