The Newberry herald. [volume] (Newberry, S.C.) 1865-1884, 1883-11-01
For THE HERALD
MISS MAGGIE Az GLENNS.

MISS MAGs'lE II a L GLEN Ms.
DEAR HERALD-After an absence
of three weeks we again find cur
selves within the sacred precincts Of
home. We seldom seek respite
from the countless cares with which
life work burdens us, but long weary
weeks of anxious watching by the
sick bed had rendered us tired, SO
tired, and naturally our thoughts
turned to beautiful health-giying
Glenns. So one bright Septem-
Der morning we bade the old home
good bye, and after rapid transit
found ourselves at this watering
place of well earned, far-famed eel
ebrity. We reached it just as the
sunset was resting in benediction
on it's glorious trees and the large
hotel situated on a beautiful cmi-
nence, spread out its white wings
in the dusky evening like q
dove of peace, bidding US welcome
to its hospitable portals. We we're
tired, oh, so tired, and entering the
pleasant room awaiting Us, laid .
weary head on the window, watched
the nightfall softly gather, and the
myriad of fair lights gleam out in
the deepening darkness. How often
in life do we find words too small
to express the needs of the human
heart, and in this instance, / feel
most fully their poverty and mad
equacy to describe charming Glenn's
and its lovely surroundings.
The spring with its sparkling
water, which has brought health and
gladness to so many hearts; the
spring which like unto the balm Of
Gilead is for the healing Of many
nations; the lovely walks, the grand
majestic trees, made vocal with the
sweet songs of countless forest
birds; the grey suntinted hills,
the delicate ferns, found deep down
in dark ravines, and nestled mid
moss covered rocks, all filed our
heart with a pleasure so intensely
sweet as to be inexpressible. Then
when the Sabbatic stiffness told
that the day Of rest had come, the
hallowed day Of all the seven, we
gathered in the chapel Quilt by the
present proprietors) and worshipped
God in. all the beauty Of holi-
ness. Again in the solemn still
ness of shadowy eve, gallant
men and fair lnaidens gathered
in the spacious -parlors and
sang the songs Of Zion, like unto
the sweet singers of Israel, and
methought as the rich voices rose
and swelled, waking the echoes of
night, I wonder, ah l wonder, if
they will all meet an unbroken
band
!; Awaiting theweary feet,
Where the Angels glad hallelujahs
Way-worn pilgrims greet.
Tradition. gives US the following
legend of Glenn Springs, which
will be read with interest by many
throughout our sunny land who have
drunk of its healing waters, and
fingered near the shade Of its ma
jestic oaks.
Tradition says that in 1894, over
a century ago, when the wild deer
and other denizens of the forest
were plentiful in the district of
Spartanburg, old hunters observed
trails converging from all points Of
the compass to a certain marshy
cove at the base of a hill, where the
celebrated spring is now situated.
To this marsh these wild animals
were in the habit, during the spring
and summer Of resorting to drink
the water that ran from it, and
many an antlered buck lost his life,
in caring for his health. The cat
tie too belonging to the early set
tiers had the same proclivity, and
when missing were sought and in
variably found near what was then
known as the Ponder marsh. Sub
sequently the spring was discovered
and the people began to initiate the
cattle in drinking the water, whose
curative powers they soon learned
to value, finding it effieaeious in
manifold ways, and a sovereign rem
edy for all eruptive diseases. So
Glenns obtained more than local
notoriety and for long years has
been transmitted a valuable heir
loom from one to another until it
has reached the present gentle
manly proprietors, Messrs. Simpson
& Simpson, who by their genial
manners, high-bred courtesy, and
and thoughtful consideration for
their guests, at once combine the
comforts of home with the con-