Clarksville weekly chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1873-1890, 1878-08-17
FROM NEW PROVIDENCE.

came SO swiftly to make 1878 but a
of the past. By some |
strange freak of fancy L have
always loved the month although |
it invariabIe brings with it heat, |
and an abundance of sickness. 1t /
always seemed to me a season de-
signed for rest, from which all toll |
and care should be banished and |
only ga little more folding of the
hands'' be observed. 1t always |
comes in gala dress; great sweeps |
of dazzling sunshine over slopes of
yellow grasses grown ripe and lush
under summers bright wing. The
perfection of foliage and softest
zephyrs to whisper within it. The
immortal Turner surely studied the
grace of August foliage, broughtinto
relief against the dim blue of an
August sky, ere he painted those
pictures before which thousands
have stood enraptured and deceived
themselves that the leaves moved
and rustled, and a soft wind from
the branches came and famed their
cheeks. How ardently he must
have loved nature, and how ample
the reward. This love of nature
always draws us nearer the beauti-
full and good. 1t is a grand, free
refner, existing everywhere to fill
and satisfy the yearning desire of
passionate souls. He who lives in
full communion with nature is the
only one whose life does full
justice to each day. Turner felt
this need, and nestled to the bosom
of nature with simple childish love,
and his reward was ample. Ample
in being given the power to repro
duce creditably her beautiful forms,
and with this success securing the
admiration of the prominently
gifted Ruskin. One word of his
praise were worth a lifetime of
labor, and Turner received the fiat
tering tribute of volumes. August
seems a sweet perfection of bud
ding April, Towering May and
transcendent June. The ripening
of summers charms and the album
dant harvest of golden days.
aPink and purple arching over
Meadow slopes thick set with clover,
Pink and purple and blue together,
Oh ! the perfect summer weather"
Save the richness of its gifts it has
brought little tC our village, which
lies still and drowsy in all of its
Arcadian beauty. This place is of
too vast extension to be termed
country, and contains too few side
walks to be classed city, so we are
afioat in inmencity, nameless. Out
of the incipient genius CT this broad
land is there no fertile spot from
which might spring name with
which to dub us? We challenge the
worlds talent to the grim conflict
from which all have retired worn,
wasted and defeated. To fit an APP
pellatiOn on the rugged brow of this
g0nle-uRtic place, were no easy task.
! Myself as one of its devoted
daughters labored long on the work
I considered so cOmmendable, but
with no success. Some tender
names / eSsayed to assign it, but
they set awry on the bald old hills,
and gave an apish air to their ven
cradle faces adown which times
waters have ploughed deep burrows.
Entire nous, no name seems sweet
and good enough for this home of
my childhood, yet whatever may
be said of this place its most ardent
admirers cannot claim for it excess
of excitement. To gather in one
gracious cluster the fine features
of this place were not an arduous
undertaking. First, paramount, is
quietude, joined hand in hand is
religious insipidity, Next in sue
cession comes the long chain of
alternate low and lofty hills that
grid its bounds, grace its centre and
haunt 1t everywhere. 1t is alike
noted for length, excellence of its
drives and its nOble-hearteq citizens,
| might have added warmth, but
that is probably due to the archi-
lecture of its buildings, which are
analogous to the ones in Nevada
after Mark Twains version. l quote
him: "The houses in Kansas City
are not quite low enough to sit on,
and yet not high enough for any
other purpose"
The locals necessarily run low.
All of the visitors formerly mention
ed have taken their departure, |
believe. We are delighted to name
! Miss Ella Ford as still in our midst,
and hope for many weeks longer
she will grace our society, E4doW-
ed with bet esprit and a charming
flow of language her presence is
especially engaging.
Mrs. Z. F. Collins who has been
spending a fortnight among her old
friends, left for her home in La
fayette on the morning of the 10Th.
New Providence society lost one
of its lights in the departure of Miss
! Allie Als0p last week for an indefi-
mite visit to relatives in Wilson
county. Doubtless Pie oar iqHgfisheS,
The authorship Of "The WQman's
| ConVention,p published two weeks
ago, was alleged against two young
ladies of this place. The rOJe of
Bette Brown was assigned to your
humble servant. l earnestly deny
the accusation, and boldly defy the
/ accuser, Ecposi, he was a stranger,
| or else his WQqlq have known l am
too slightly prosaic to be implicated
there. But rather on the wings of
poesy could fit idly ON forever
uith no want save the trimming