The daily dispatch. [volume] (Richmond [Va.]) 1850-1884, 1883-08-26
THE HEALING.

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THE HEALING.
| A PICTURE OF DEsPAIR--A CURE FOR THE Po-
LITICAL BORE-sOME OF THE GUEsTs-A
BAD CASE OF POETRY.
Correspondence Of the Richmond DIspatch.l
HEALING SPRINGS, August "A, 1888.
A young man with an eighteen-carat,
warranted to keep In any climate, look Of
agony on his face, and frayed cigarette
that looked like a dilapidated dude in his
mouth, sat under one Of the great oaks on
the lawn this morning, and him | inter-
viewed. ''My friend" said /, "you look
like the fag-end OF frosty summer. What's
the matter ?" Matter! Matter Well.
to begin with. my best girl has thrown
me aside with hooking laugh that
had the hollow romance OF personited
sarcasm, and then DIR. Ford struck me
with one OF my own bad jokes and in
jured by tempest-tOssed cerebelum.
Say, how deep Is the big spring." The
young man will not die. The spirits take
care OF such rs he and work overtime
doing it. He is the only unhappy man in
the place. The scenery is too grind and
inspiring, the company too genial, and MIR.
Eubank too hospitable for ANYBODY here to
feel bad or blue. The wicked bore. who
makes life rs sweet as a spoiled oyster for
congressman, a. soon as he reaches here
stops discussing the tariff or Virginia poll
tics.
lam not an artist, and any semi-intelligent
jury would acquit me OF being poet with
out leaving their seats. / wish | were both,
so that | might paint this Eden for you.
have tossed around on this little ball OF
mud, trees. tears, tarlff-bills, and green ap-
Piles not little. and more picturesque
place than this have yet to find. The tow
ering mountain heaped in beauteous con-
fusion; the deep, rich verdure; the spark
ling, healing, soothing springs; the deep.
romantic gulches. with great silver riffs OF
sunshine making br I'd aisles OF light under
the foliage that shades their masses, all
serve TO make picture that feasts the eye,
gladdens the heart, and elevates the mind.
SOME OF THE GUESTS.
This has been most successful season
here. Guests have been turned away from
inability to find room for them. The dance
goes on apace in the evening; the delicious
and giddy waltz, and the stately lancers,
nightly give Joy to the young OF both
sexes. Amongst the guests here | note
the sylph-like form and genial face Of
your friend, DR.. Ford, OF Washing
ton, d. G.. His amiable wife and son
accompany him. The Doctor is ga thing
Of beauty and JOY forever" That plea
SAINT and accomplished young gentleman
Mr.. Archie Cone, OF your city, is also here.
Mr.. Cone spends perIlOus existence amid
- Inn;Jfo
says he is fire-proof. Mr.. j. W. Law, the
best fisherman OF Danyille, fishes daily.
| He expects to catch two crawtish before he
leaves. He has already caught deep az
lection. The departing guests shed the
salt and briny tear when parting with the
good and accomplished Mr.. Burfoot, and
send Geographic messages for no other pur-
pose than the pleasure OF conyersiug with
Mr.. Clark, the operator. Among the
many here | further note Lieutenant
and daughter; C.. w. Biddle and
States Marine Corps; Mr.. Samuel Tardy,
Mrs Tardy and her accomplished daugh-
tiers, Pittsylvania county; Mr.. and Mrs.
De Bar, Cincinnati, Ohio; Mr.. John
Glass and family, New York: Major j. f..
| Lee, w I>UlIBlOu, NtHtIdi hi'u-
nond; Captain George Lee, Brooklyn, n.
Y; Mr.. John Selden and Miss Mollie Sell
den. Mr.. X. =. Richardson and sisters, Mr..
Thalhimer, Richmond; Mr.. Gilluane,
French Legation, Washington. ID. C.;
Miss Jessie Caldwell, Miss Mamie Glass,
Mrs. Moore and her sisters, and the
Misses Prtchard, New Orleans. La;
Miss Stevenson, OF st. LOUIS, Mo-; Mr..
and Mrs. Frank Libby, Of Washington, ID.
c.; Mr.. Marshall. Of Mobile, Ala.
1t is needless 10 say that the kind-hearted
| lady Mrs. Eubank is beloved by every
guest.
A young man with scared look and
straws i'm his unkempt locks handed me
the following "pome" As / was about to
seal this up. lie said his name was Nor
val, and that his father raised geese on the
Grammar Hills. IIoboken. n. j.:
Wall from Healing.
| q. Healing Springs Of wondrous power,
Where giant oaks their great arms tower
| Above the emerald sward
| Alas, I've sought your shades In vain
| To ease me of the sad heart-plin
| That racks the wounded bardl
! Your sylvan shades but mock my eyes,
Your siar-crowned bills no longer rise
To glad my saddened soul.
| The leaden hours in signs are spent
| Since from my gaze went Mkt
| And streams between us roll
| There's Law and Cone and Burfoot, too,
| Also from Jersey McAdOO;
| They're /" broken up" to-day.
| For Mary fair. the bright-eyed qseen,
In lIealing's shaaes cannot be seen;
| 81 SAD sing my lay.
| To ease their pain and cease their sorrow,
| From YOU, my friend, "A rope I'll borrow,
| Aud swing them Haman-high;
| And a. their forms sway In The air,
| Kind reader say for them prayer,
| Your strangled poets nigh.
ANGUS.
| II ever "Angus" goes to Richmond.
dear Dispatch, please. for the sake OF old
friendship, see TO it that he dies quick and
that his grave is kept green. MAC.