The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1878-05-30
For the Citizen.
Bee Spring.

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a romantic little dell, like the vale
of Avoca where the sweet waters
meet, it is Rugged in by the hills,
which stand apart like separated
lovers, and whose SUBMITS and
slopes are crowned with stately
trees, under whose widespread
ing branches lovers sit and talk
delightful nonsense. IT'S d sacred
place-a place where solitude can
be wooed, where mute silence is
profound eloquence, place where
the living can commune with the
dead, where reflection brings sorrow
and sadness as we walk through
the city of tombs, but where the
light of hope and the eye of faith
bring consoling gladness when we
remember that "blessed are the
dead that die in the Lord" Here
repose the sacred dust of old Fa
ther Stevenson and his beloved con
sort, and many others, the founders
and upholders of Methodism at
Bee Spring, who have entered the
Golden City through the beautiful
gates ajar, and whose immortal
spirits, bearing aloft the palm of
triumph, are singing the songs of
victory in loud hozannas and joyful
hallelujahs of praises forever. 1t
was our privilege and pleasure, at
the late quarterly meeting to hear
the Presiding Elder, DR.. Barbee,
preach. He is gifted with the di-
vine afflatus, possessing both learn
ing, logic and eloquence. His ser
mons may be compared to pillar
whose foundation is a rock, and his
reasoning and arguments to blocks
of solid marble, well dressed, fitted
and polished, each in its proper
place, making a superstructure at
once logical, graceful, symmetrical,
and truthful. He is both inductiye,
deductive, and instructive, impress
i've and aggressive, assuasive, dis
suasive and persuasive, didactic,
analytic and synthetic; in short,
rich in fancy and ripe in reason,
but no richer nor ripper than our
Cherry, who is known but to be
loved and named but to be praised.
Bee Spring and vicinity cannot be
eXcelled for hospitality. Abundant
refreshments were spread on the
ground, prepared by dainty fingers,
and there was an abundance of
Gods next best gift to man, after
woman, water-from natpres's fair
ciTcling fountains, pure and sweet
as the liquid flow of the soft falling
dew. This vicinity is favored with
many young ladies, all having that
indefnable and indescribable some
thing called loneliness, TO such a
degree that they attract and distract
the hearts and eyes of beholders;
among whom we may mention Miss
Pattie E., of Millville, the Misses
Jennie S. and Sallie B., of Merry
vile, Miss Mamie W., of Bethany,
and the Misses Mabe and Tommie
D., of Bellville, possessing the
charms of beauty with the sweet de-
lights of knowledge, charming little
heart.smashers, that kill more
swestly than cruelty. Miss Belle r.,
an angel from the skies of Franklin
county, was present with bright
smiles and sweet words for friends
and acquaintance We have not
words to express our wishes for this
lovely young lady. We hope her
sojourn in Giles will be pleasant,
and that she will carry pleasant re-
membranes, especially of one
whose heart is, that the flowers of
joy and happiness may ever Irvine
her pathway, shedding their sweet
est odors in the morning, noon and
evening of her life, and at last
wreathe her grave on earth with
garlands of love, and her crown il
Heaven, with the sunbeams of Clio
ny. Pale! Yaley Pulckerrima Anticus.
IT'S sweet to remember
The friends that we meet,
In May or December
True friendship is sweet;
You'll not be forgotten
In the years TO be;
hope You'll remember,
Sometimes to think of-me.
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we ever heard at country church.
There are some voices in and out
of the choir, the very soul Of
music's melting melody. IL the
choir would sing in the middle aisle
it would, we think. be more in har-
mony with the acoustic principles
of the building and give a greater
scope TO the sound of the voice and
to the harmony and melody OF the
music. The church has Of late
been nicely painted and now pre-
sents quite snowy appearance; in
addition to this, a substantial fence
encloses it and the adjacent necrop
oils, something that was long need
ed to protect the graves, those sad
signs of sacred sorrow. The farms
that we saw seemed To be neatly
kept and cultivated. The various
crops, except wheat, appeared flour
ishing and thrifty, 1t, in general,
was suffering from the rust but