Knoxville daily chronicle. [volume] (Knoxville, Tenn.) 1870-1882, 1881-09-18
The Island Home.

Some poet has uttered a startling truth
when he ssid
+" The thought that most shrills our exis>
tence is one,
Before we can frame it in language tits
gone!"
Fain would we with the tongue of q
Milton lead you on imsgination's wings to
a-not Paradise lost" but II Regained; 4"
but ali vain creatures that we are Milton,
like most of those whose names are i'm
mortalized, sleeps, and his loftiness of
thought. brilliancy of description and
power Of Imagination sleeps with him.
that the nssd shores p Of the is
sleeping in sunshine and shadow, are
washed by our own beloved Tennessee
River, and is located some two miles from
the beautiful city of Knoxville, but will
hasten you through heat and dust, behind
a pair of magnificent bays to 1.-The farm"
Passing through the widespread gate, our
attention is at once arrested, and we are
US. A skirt of woods. through which glides
a gentle brook, kissed ever and anon by
dropping boughs, and across whose banks
is thrown coquetish little bridge; while
to complete the scene. through overhang>
ing boughs. We catch glimpses of the roll
ing river. Though q spot we are loath to
leave-a tit spot for lovers to plight their
oo n oar, sva lSt nssr oon for
in the beautiful Vs. drive, lined
on either side by maple. elm. &c,
that leads to the gate, guarded on either
side by our "bird of freedom" whose
plumsge glistens in the sunlight, when
opened admits US to the far-famed "Island
Home" Visions of beauty. fair dreams
of delight have We lost our way and in
deed been transported to the "Garden of
art have clasped hands and sit enthroned-
monarch of all survey" though rich,
rare flowers bloom perpetually to deck the
bride or decorate the bier. yet the "sweetest
bud is missing" the brightest bird has
flown, for Eve, fair mistress of all, has
plumed her bright pinions, sang her rweet-
est song and flown away-awayl Need
we pause to enumerate or attempt
to describe the many interesting and beau.
tlfal things that greet us on sVery side;
suffice it 10 say, the scene spread out as .
map before US was such an one as We have
mover before had the pleasure of behold
ing. Splendid cattle. mas nifcent horses,
rich fields of grain, beautiful drives ali
over the farm. and last, but by no means
the least. his model dairy. are drops in the
great ocean of interesting things to beseen
10 call it mine. While we would fain lin.
ger on the charming Island" we would
not forget we have another spot to visit,
his city home. Here we met with new
beauties, and are struck with the taste and
elegance that is displayed. Being invited
to the dining-room, we were delighted with
the surprise of some spendid watermelons.
Through the kindness of Mr.. Dickinson
We had the pleasure of meeting Mrs. E.
McClung, the earnest missionary worker,
and we're charmed with her kind and gen-
tie manner.
Who has done more for East Tennessee,
or contributed more to the pleasure Of
others than "Perez Dickinson?" We
would beg Of him to accept our heartfelt
thanks for the great pleasure he gave US
on September 9Th. Happy Perez" you
experience the purest pleasure ever felt in
heart of man-living for others.
Long, long will our hearts with sweet
memories be filled,
Like the vase in which roses have once
been distilled.
You may break, you may shatter the vase,
if you will, ...a-.s
But the scent of the roses will linger there
still. 't
ALICE TIxMoNs.
Mossy Creek