Clarksville weekly chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1873-1890, 1878-06-29

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by Mrs. Brownlow and Miss Annie,
her beautiful and accomplished
daughter.
The afternoon of Friday was spent
in visiting the various points of in
terest in and about the picturesque
city of Knoxville. We were first
shown the "Island Home" of Mr..
Perez Dickinson, the model farm of
Tennessee, and one of the most
beautiful country places imaginable,
Astounding on every hand with evil
dences of cultured taste, good judg-
ment and a liberal expenditure of
labor and capital. Then, recrossing
the river, we assembled Mabry's
Hill, where, raptured and amazed,
we Toasted our eyes on the magnifi-
cent scenery spread out before us ;
at our feet the winding Tennessee,
one of the most beautiful rivers on
earth; like a stream of silver thread
ing its tortuous way among green
hills and past verdant fields, whilst
in the distance rise range on range
of the blue ChilhOwee and the. tow
ering Unakas. 1t was a scene to
put Arcadia to the blush and fill the
heart of god with envious delight.
Thence we were shown Fort Saun-
ders, where, on the 18th of NOVem-
Der, '63, the battle between the forces
of Longstreet and Burnside took
place. From the fort we could see
a spur of the Smokey Mountains in
Georgia, the dividing range of the
Alleghanies between Tennessee and
North Carolina, and away over to
the northeast a "dip" of the Blue
Ridge in Virginia. Standing where
we were, at an elevation of several
thousand feet, with an unobstructed
view of hundreds of miles in every
direction, the whole world seemed
one vast army of mountains on dress
parade.
The party are indebted for much
of the days pleasure to the courte
sizes of Judge Temple, Major O'Con
ner, Mr.. Washington and other dis
tinguished citizens.
Friday evening, lat $50, the literary
exercises of the Convention tool
place, consisting of an Grafton by
DIR. Smith, of Columbia-subject
Tennessee Journalism )" a poem
from the pen of John w. FaxOn, 0
Clarksville-subject, "POetG NaSci
tatr, Non Fit" and an historical ac
count of the newspaper press in Eas
Tennessee, by Col. Moses White
Mr.. Faxon was prevented from be
ing present by sickness in his fam
lily, but the poem was exceedingly
we'll read by Mr.. viii. A. Hender
son, of Knoxville. Mr.. Henderson
has a fine, full, musical voice, ant
he read the poem with such correc
deliberation, such perfect enuncia
ton, that not an idea, not a word
not a letter was lost by anyone il
the vast audience present. Thu
poem will be found in anOthe
column, and is worthy offspring
of the fertile and versatile genius O
our distinguished tOWnsman. Tn
reading was frequently interrupted
by the most hearty cheers; and tn,
neat local illusions were eXceedingl.
felicitous, demonstrating that in tn
author of the poem we have a happ.
illustration of its theme-''pOetd mas
citltr, non it," The grafton of DR.
Smith was what might have beer
expected from that accomplished
gentleman and classic scholar, anC
was listened to with profound inter
est, as was the historical account o
! the East Tennessee Press, by DIR
| Moses White, whose paper deserve
to be preserved in pamphlet form
as a valuable acquisition to the his
torical literature of our State.
After the close of these exercise
the Convention, with many of thu
distinguished citizens, adjourned t.
the dining hall of the Lamar House
where a magnificent banquet await
ed martyrdom I; it got it ask Riley
and Power, and Broaddus, anC
Thomas, and DOak, and Wat John
son. That banquet courted martyr
dom, and caught it, sand caught 4
6OLdLy." Our own "twO-stOry'
sweet-gum of the Leaf responded t.
the toast "IHe Ladies" in a hGppl
manner. At ? A. NJ. the fray con
tinued Riley was still in the ring
but considerably disfigured Broad
dus was called upon to respond tt
the toast Tennessee" but while ht
was writing out "a few remarks,
some one slipped in ahead of him
AT 3 O'Clock Saturday morning
we left Knoxville for Chattanooga
where we arrived about s. We
seized the opportunity of visiting
Lookout Mountain, where we behelC
some of the finest, most sublime
scenery to be found on earth. We
will not say that there we saw the
"Switzerland of America" for we
family remember having seen Of
heard that expression before. Nc
one will ever regret a visit to the
top of Lookout, but even here the
grandest of Gods handiwOrk is
married by mans extortion. TIC
start a party up the mountain, and
then, when near the summit, to de.
mand a toll of 60 cents for each
vehicle, is a little trick, unworthy
of Tennessee and the South, and
ought only to be looked for in New
England.
We left Chattanooga at l p. NJ,
and, and the party having been in
vited to Beersheba Springs, stopped
off at Cowan and were carried out
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