The Donaldsonville chief. [volume] (Donaldsonville, La.) 1871-current, 1882-04-08


present generation, though many of our
forefathers slumber there. The idle chat
of the hour never seemed so shallow,
heartless and void of worth as on that
eve, and it appeared like desecration
of the dead or great thoughtlessness on
the part of sentimental-looking couples,
who seated themselves on the graves and
tombs, conversing in softest accents, or
chattering like magpies. know it is
dreadfully old-fashiened to express such
ideas as mine in these progressive days,
but could not help thinking that if ev-
cry word uttered that evening by the
entire crowd could be gathered up and
weighed, they would not contain as much
worth or weight as a single sentence
spoken by an earnest, thoughtful man or
woman. Now, there-I know you are
bored and saying, eff they had nothing
else to talk about, why, necessity COM
PEELED them to talk nonsense" Yes, of
course, fully agree with you Oh that
score; but the best of things grow mo-
notonous if extended too far.
Something has at last moved the good
people of Baton Rouge. Yon know how
Indifferent and immovable we are on
some subjects. For the past two weeks
the Purser neutrality-suspicious.
held service at Pixies Hall, morning and
evening. Never before have seen such
large audiences attend any place so sue
cessiveIy as on these occasions. 1t is
evident that our people can appreciate
true merit, regardless of sect and differ
ence of religious opinions. Hope, do
wish you could have heard some of the
beautiful sermons we have been listen
ing to, and think that if loftier, grander
and more sublime aspirations did not
take possession of your soul, you are
lacking in sensibility; but it could not
have been otherwise when such elo-
quence, combined with simplicity and
purity Of expression, is brought to bear
upon your mind, and doubts that have
lurked therein like darkest phantoms
vanish under the genial influence of soul
stirring and emotional discourse. 1t is
with regret that we see these gentlemen
take their departure from Baton Rouge,
but hope for another visit in the near
future. There were several converts to
the Baptist faith during their stay. That
reminds me to tell you that the founda-
tion of the Baptist church is laid, and
the work continues steadily, and hope
my prophecy will prove true if say
the congregation will, ere long, have as
neat and as pretty little church as any
iii our town.
have another wedding to tell You
about. guess you are thinking | could
not write a letter without some mention
of the hymeneal ceremony. The bride
was Miss Annie Fuqua, and sweeter,
prett;cr girl could not be found in our
State. The happy man, Mr.. 7. D. Boyd,
a Professor at the Louisiana State Uni
versity, could not have chosen one fairer
from the bevy of fair maidens in Baton
Rouge. Last Wednesday, before the Ger
emony, which took place at 8 P. NJ, at
the home of the brides mother, "yours
truly" had leisure to take peep at the
parlors. An immense horseshoe of red
and white roses was suspended over the
door where the bride entered: in fact,
the rooms were bowers of loveliness, so
handsome as to beggar description. The
bride stood Oh a cushion of rose petals,
and a silent prayer sped upward from
my heart that her path through life
might he strewn with the same with no
sharp tlorns hidden beneath their beauty,
and at the pressure of her footsteps
yield forth perfume to sweeten her entire
life She wore an exquisite costume of
pale blue nuns yelling, satin trimmings
and natural orange blossoms. Miss Net
tie Davis of New Orleans was bridesmaid.
Last Sunday Miss Frances Willard,
President of the Womens' Temperance
Union, lectured here to large ard attent-
i've audiences. Let us trust the words 50
earnestly spoken by this enthusiastic
little woman may take deep root in the
hearts and minds of the people, and that
this canse will be taken up by our ladies',
for where they lead the sterner sex will
follow.
Many are the new arrivals in our town,
and buildings are going up and improve
ments made where We never dreamed of
seeing them. Every body is astir, and
some day, we feel, our heretofore little
hum drum town will awaken to find
itself a thriving city.
The waters of the turhid Mississippi
still daily encroaeh upon our territory,
and Front street is entirely under water.
I guess the merchants along there must
give vent to their feelings i'll singing
:" What are the wild waves saying :"
We'l meet beyond the river" My
lone rock by the sea-" and similar pro-
ductions. Music and song may prove a
safety-valve for their overburdened
minds.
believe I've told you the news of the
past two weeks, so will close. l never
like to reach out into the future or
might tell you of several entertainments
in prospective, after this Lenten season
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