The Morristown gazette. [volume] (Morristown, Tenn.) 1867-1920, 1878-02-20
s WEET CHIMES.


result in more cats; their game is
uncovered.
SWEET CHIMES.
Workmen are engaged erecting a
tall. and graceful spire to the Sd
Presby terrain church. The tower is
Is 16 feet, in which will be placed
large bell, the central bell OF a
chime which is to be added as the
members become able. When this
chime is completed the people OF
Knoxville will be reminded of the
hour Of prayer, by sweet chimes
ringing out on the air.
e Praise God from whom all blessings how."
AS the entire city will enjoy these
sweet, charming bells. the citizens
no doubt will cheeFfully contribute
toward bearing portion of the ex-
pense, if solicited. 1 could put my
finger on men who ought to give a
hundred dollars toward it. Let
Brother Harrison dare pass the hat
around my way; I'll bet-I mean /
will give-a dollar. / am decidedly
for the chimes going up immediate.
ly; after they are up, l will tell why
BRANSONS STUDIO AND WHAT
MAKES TT ATTRACTIVE.
Bransom is a trump. 1 was in his
studio yesterday and laughed my.
self hoarse at an oil painting of one
of our little street arabs named
Lamb. Lamb is seated on top of a
diIapidated old trash barrel in the act
of lighting an old pipe; has applied
the lighted match and is sucking
away with cheeks contracted, hole
in his hat, knees sticking through a
hole in his pants, patched coat, shoes
four times his size, sucking away so
intently, forgetting rags. poverty
and pine. bending every energy to
present business. / could almost
smell the little rascal, and stood wait
ing for him to light his pipe, forget
ting for the moment that it was only
one of Branson's best. Turning
around, | found myself confronted
by cloud of beauty that would daz-
zle the eye of an angel. 1t was the
picture Of the lady attendants at q
recent wedding. Such low necks.
sweet rosy lips, bright eyes and
plump rounded arms such flashing,
everpowsring beauty. For a mo-
ment l could hardly get my breath /;
| never saw so much crystaliZed
sweetness in my life; 1 felt like the
little boy in the sugar hogshead
'oh! for thousand tongues"
This scenery accounts for the vast
crowds of young fellows visiting that
studio just at present, and l was fool
enough all the time to think it was
little Lamb. felt sheepish. Coed
bye Lamb Come TO my arms you
other pictures. If can secure that
collection of pictures L will organize
a garden OF Paradise, charge TWEEN
ty-five cents admission-the pro-
ceeds to be invested for the benefit
of disappointed young men. Lamb
shall be the dOor-keeper. Don't set
that up "dissipdted young men,
Bransom-but never mind. [ was
only going to say that he only seem
ed interested in one of those beau.
Ties. Intend TO warn her, for she
is my favorite also.
ST. YALENTTNE'S DAY.
Valentines day in Knoxville was
satisfactory affair. Everybody sent
one-everybedy received one. The
lSve-sick folks relieved the pressure
from around their hearts, and the
balance of the fellows all got good
joke on some other fellow, by send
ing him q comic that hit him in his
tender spot. A friend of mine receiv-
ed pair of legs with enormous feet
attached below, and an ass's head
above, while underneath was poetry
suitable to the occasion. He signed
bis name and re-Dailed it to me. l
signed and mailed it to another
friend, whom / thought it would fit,
and requested him, in order that we
might ascertain how many asses
there were in Knoxville, to sigR his
name and enclose it to the next. |
think it is still going-have not heard
from it since.
Il NEW CONUNDRUA .
The boys are gaging each other on
q new conundrum that has just got
here. Mr.. A. approaches Mr.. b.
ami asks him if he can tell the diff
ference between potato aud lem
on. If Mr.. b. says, no." Mr.. A.
then drily remarks: 4" w ELL, you
would be a fine fellow to send after
lemons y
ISLAND HOME AND ITS SUR
4 ROUNDLNGS.
l visited Mr.. Dickinson's Island
Home. a few days since, aud found
new features and wonderful improve
ment since last spring. Snow COW
cred the distant mountains to the
right and left; the river winding
along in front; the great bluffs GOV.
cred with moss and evergreens; the
metropolitan city with towers and
spires and smoke in the distance,
forms one of the grandest scenes in
Tennessee. Mr.. Dickinson has the
finest cattle, horses. wheat fields,
strawberry and raspberry beds. the
best roads. gates aud fences. of any
farmer in the State. At the upper
edge of this estate. in a great per-
pendicuiar bluff that faces the river.
where the water is fifty feet deep,
there is cave. The opening is COM