Clarksville weekly chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1873-1890, 1880-04-24

i, Al h111 A4s lOOO.
come! / thought he had the air o
our people, ] say, and then ask t
speak to him. We are taken to tbs
reception room, and he is sent for
When he hears that a Southern gir
wishes to speak to him glad look
flashes across his handsome fea
lures, and, extending his hand, he
takes mine in a warm grasp. WI
talk on and on he tells ME that he
is from Gallatin, Tenn; that he il
so glad to meet some one from
home; that his heart is always
with our people, and that he longs
for home. "Forrest," l said, (foI
that is his name) "what do you ia.
tend to perfect yourself in ?" And
then, with that patriotic, sad look
of his he says with a sigh-".Mu
I used to think, but nos0 | do not
know" 1t is. a hard way for him,
dear boy; so lonely and strange,
and my heart instinctively turned
to him in his s0rrowful affiiction.
On hearing my name he cried,
"Why, I've heard that name be
fore, but where?'' i could not help
smiling at his CALCULATIONS. ~
TO me this Tuesday was very
pleasant, for it seemed as if a
breath of home sunshine fingered
about him. ~
We were charmed at the neatness
and order which pervaded every
thing, and, through the kindness OF
the matron, were allowed to see the
kitchen, wash rooms, dining apart
mert, etc. From these we were
taken into the mattress rooms,
where the young men. who desired,
could be taught to make all sorts
and conditions Of beds. Then there
is cane room, from which beauti-
full specimens of this work are TAX
en-. In truth, these sightless ones
might easily put to blush the real
seeing eyes, for they are ceaseless
and diligent in their appointed du-
ties. A lesson of trust and patience,
courage and zeal, could they teach
me. Life is a many-sided picture.
My pen shall run into lighter,
brighter things ere I close, that /
may not leave tarnished thread in
the web Of my letter.
An AmbrosiaI feast has recently
been spread before me, something
fit for the gods, in truth. One
snowy March day a lady friend was
married, and she idvited me into
her rooms to eat something not
many people have. OF course
was all anxiety. On a little table
stood dish of fairest, whitest
snow, and beside it a tiny bucket
containing steaming liquid. In
great state she assisted me to seat,
and with laughing eyes took UP a
silver spoon, and, with carnations,
(like the enchantress she is), began
stirring the fragrant liquid. Then,
with dextrous movement, she
poured it by spoonfuls over the
snow, when it quickly cooled, be-
ing clear and brittle as amber.
|. Solemnly she passed me a spoon,
solemnly she bade me eat, and TAX
ing up one of the golden fancies /
cautiously carried it to my lips.
WeHi 1 just have this to say, that
never in my life did I ever taste
anything so good, DON'T ask me
by what spell she eonjured it up.
don't know. only know she
called it, (oh, execrable nancy,
"Jack Wax!" and that / would
like it for daily food. 1t is exclu-
sively a Yankee concoetion. No
other people under heaven would,
or could, have thought it up, for it
is beyond the line of other mortals.
Perhaps Jupiter lost his receipt one
day and it fell in Yankee land, +,
where this ingenious people quick
ly caught it up and preserved it in
tact. it EVA.