Clarksville weekly chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1873-1890, 1883-06-16
4 Reuuuon on the sonths.da.


"And doth not meeting like this make
For all the long years I've been wand'ring
To see thus around me my youths early
friends,
| AS smiling and kind as in that happy day /?
Though haply ON some of your brows as DER
The snow fall of Time may be stealing
what then?
Like Alps in the sunset, thus lighted by
Wen wear the gay tinge of Youths roses
! again.. Tom Moore.
How pleasant in after years when
life's Autumn steals DER the heart,
and the scenes and incidents of our
youth have failed away like a
wreath of mist at noon, to have
them revived by pleasant associa-
tiOns and reunions with some of our
old time friends, how we .are reju-
venated. We forget the gray locks,
the wrinkles, and even rheumatism
and spectacles, until the time comes
for moving, singing, etc.
Prof. John II. Richardson's home
on the Southside was, on last Mon
day night, the scene of happy re-
union of old friends, in honor of the
presence of Mr.. John H. Caldwell,
of Orange, Texas, who was born
and raised on the south side of Cum
berland river, few miles from this
city. Among those present were
Messrs. J. II. Caldwell, s. A. Cald-
well, John Edmondson, J. It. Rich
ardson, 10. p. Daily, p. P. Neblett
and G. w. Richardson-not that i
intend at all to include Walter in
the category of rye old folks"
Squire Caldwell as usual was full of
his jest and mirth, and brought the
broad smile of true fun and gaiety |
many times during the evening. l
am not going to say anything at all
about what we had to eat and drink |
not a word about the fine mutton |
that Squire Caldwell regretted so
much he could not do justice to, or
the anecdotes he tOld-"dog-in-the-
manger-like" - always shielding
himself behind his convenient kins-
man, Pat, to prevent our eating,
but / will tell of the delightful
music which we all enjoved-for
besides the old folks, we had several
young friends with their happy,
bright faces, and strong melodious
voices to regale us with sweet song.
/ swept back in memory to Sam
Roberts delightful bass voice, re-
produced in his son Jim's. Poor
Sam, killed by the Yankees First
came the Marseillaise Hymn, beau
tifully played on the organ and all
parts rendered; then followed many
other beautiful hymns and songs
with full choruses-old melodies
that far surpass any of the shallow
songs OF the present
generation.
Then came the old fiddle out of
its hiding place and with banjo and
organ accompaniment, these good
old Methodists showed that their
fingers nor hearts had grown old in
in the score or so of years that have
passed since they used to trip the
light fantastic, or sat in a cornerl
and whispered sweet words and
pretty things to some fair one under
cover of the music. Suffice it to
say the evening passed away very
Long life, abundant harvests of
good hearts-as well as fruitful
crops of grain and all produce that
Earth can yield-to the
good old Southside. We all regret
ted that your Senior Editor could
not be with us, as he is always a
very welcome addition to any party
near his old home. With many
kind wishes for the success of the
CHRONICLE, and all concerned, and
many repetitiOns of the "old folks
concert" 1 must make my bow,
and crave pardon for taking up so
much of your valuable space.
J. E. w.