Clarksville weekly chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1873-1890, 1880-10-23
moNTRosE.
A Bird's-Eye-vievv of the Town.


This little town lies among tn,
Pennsylvania hills like a white
hearted rose in its calyx of green
Each house forms a leaf, and al
verge towards a common center
which is square called "the green,
and contains a monument erected
by the different counties in honor O
the late soldiers. II is hewn from
the native granite, of fine design
and surmounted by the statue of a
private whose face is grand in its
patience and pride. Standing in an
enclosed space at its base are slabs
from each county, bearing the names
of its dead and the time at which
they were killed. Montrose may
well be proud of such a memorial,
for tits really very fine. Across from
this is the courthouse, an imposing
building with row of pillars along
its front, each seeming an eye in
the forehead of the stern justice
watching over the town which
slopes below. Back from this edi-
flee stands the engine-house, for
Montrose can boast of two fire COM
panies. To the president of COM
pany No. 1, who is HI. G. Jessup
(and at whose lovely home 1 am
now visiting), am l indebted for a
good view of their hose carriages,
engines, Jumpers, etc. The hose
carriage is very beautiful, and has
the additional charm of having been
made here. 1t is. nickel-plated and
handsomely gilded, bearing in large
letters Trough and Ready" the
company's name. Upstairs is
pleasant room, neatly fitted up for
receptions. On its walls hang pic
lures of the old members, and seve-
raj tributes to the dead, many of
whom fought in the late war. On
descending we see the kitchen and
banqueting hall, where the feast of
reason and flow of soul have full
sway. Uncle Hunt has been presi-
dent for awhile, and has fine uni
form-a white hat, gray shirt and
white belt. To his company the
ladies of Montrose have presented
several trumpets Of silver finely en-
graved. One is a beauty-mounted
with a golden mouth-piece and very
large.
Coming out of this building one
sees the Jail. To a careless eye it
seems pretty little place, but after
Il visit inside those iron bars, one
feels great dread of its great port
ais. The keeper allowed us to go
through it all, and / found that the
prisoners were kindly treated. One
of them told me of how good the
iailers were, and how comfortable |
they made everything. We had |
proof of this, but what can compen-
safe for the loss of the beautiful |
world, the absence of friends and
the wearying monOtony of prison
life. If there were more visitors to
these houses of woe, which shut in
so much sin and despair, surely |
here would be less crime and more
pity for the weak and erring ones
who have "fallen into temptation"
Their retribution is that to the last
They have o'errated, too, their power to
cope
With this fierce thought:
That all life must be passed
life's hope"
Behind those heavy gates is a
,hiId only nine years old. Seeing
lim there / was reminded of beast
within its cage, little vicious ape
,r tiger-cat, whose claws were
heathed for awhile only to grow
stronger for future evil. What pain
o see Il God-given soul so perverted,
he spirit which should be pure and
lean dragged through the mire of
i'm and despair. There is nothing
If child-life about him, nothing APP
left save the instincts
which tell of heat and cold, hunger
md thirst. Oh, that in the past
ome gentle hand had touched the
title soul and made harmony in its
lepths, just as a master spirit sweeps
he chords of harp and gives out
music. 1t has been left to
tself, the sport of the wind and
torn, and like the harp too long
neglected, has become tarnished for
.ver, the strings all broken, the mu-
ic all dead. May Christ's blessing
est upon all such, for the world
'asses them by with frown.
After the shadow comes the sun
hine. We will go out into it; we
will cross over to Mrs. Amanda
essup's (the mother of Uncle Hunt
nd find in the dear old home and
IS lovely inmates the beautiful con-
ent which springs from well-spent
fe. Before entering, however, let's
axe look at the outside. 1t is a
1ng, low and irregular house,
ainted white and with green shut
ars. Across the front and on one
ide runs a porch, which makes on
moonlit evening lively promen-
de. Behind lies a wide old gar
en-, its ruddy breast open to the
I'm and suggesting good cheer from
S smiling plenty. Next are the
arms and chickery, the out-houses
nd shed, and turning to look on
ur left we find queer little room,
by a passage-way with
he main building. We now enter
his and find that it is kitchen
f long ago. There is wide fire.
lace and a brick oven, and crane
pom which / could well believe
hat Christmas geese and turkeys,
ne young cocks and plump hares
ad roasted to beautiful browns
ver the yule log.
We now face about and go around
he other side of the house, and ;
traight before us is picture made ;
y an opening in the trees. Autumn
al glories have tinted the forests,
nd they rest seemingly against an