Semi-weekly south Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1883-1889, 1884-09-09

everything is simply grandly beauti-
ful. Rich dark fields of corn and
tobacco, while feast for the eyes
spread out in acres of clover, grazed
upon by numbers of thoroughbred,
short -horn cattle, each one picture
in itself. Next, we came to the home
of Mr.. and Mrs. j. Coleman. Here,
for neatncss in every detail we find
a place that never has been, never cali
be eXcelled. 'Tis neat, It's cheerful,
It's beautiful, It's complete, It's the
place for "two soules with but single
thought, two hearts that beat as one"
Ten o'clock A. NJ. found us in the city
of Iiopkinsville, she has long ago
thrown off all that gave her the bear
ing of an impretcnding county seat,
and having donned, right gracefully
wears the title Of city. Going
out Russellvillc street we had time
to discuss the enterprise andprosperi-
ty Of lIopkinsvillc when, 10! the Asy-
lum grounds are in sight. Vain
would be an attempt to describe as il
appears TO us, this the home of'ssome-
body's". loved ones some in whom
the light of reason is extinguished,
and in other only dimly burning.
Certainly those lovely grounds, with
cheerful walks and comfortable rus
tic seats exercise a beneficial influ-
encc over the darkened minds of the
n poor unfOrtunates shut within the
gates. IIurying on now, more in
meditation than in conversation, for
a few miles when all at once il SEEM
cd that the very air was laden with
gricf-we heard nought, rather wa:
it the Stiffness of death, every face
we met wore sad expression and on
making inquiries we learned that
the Grim Monster had invaded thai
quiet nelghborhood and thc. home OF
Mr.. John Moscly, bearing away as
his own the much loved wife, who
had reigned in home and hearts only
eight short months. Our sympallies
are with the stricken family. Stop
ping for lunch, we were most hospi-
tably aud pleasantly entertained for
one hour by the family of Mr.. John
Elliott. Here | found my ideal of
happy family. We were with them
so short while we wonder why
they feel so strangely dear to us.
"There are beings, mysterious who make them
selves dearer
In moment OF time than an age could ro-
veal;
Who breathe soft whisper to haunt Us forever,
| Then leave us in wonder at that which we
| feel"
Passing through the little village of
Fairview we came to the home of
Todd coumty's poet, Mr.. J. Il. Smith,
or better known as "Vera." 'Tis
cosy, It's shady, it looks like a home
meet for
Him whose tuneful Tyre,
Touched by spark from the celestial fire,
4
Re-ccho through the solitude Of time,
To natures self ofnew excellence impart,
| Attune each nerve and vibrate each heart"
A few miles further on we reached
our destination. Here would draw
a vail over the meeting of two sisters
who, when last they met their ears
were deafened by the roar of cannon
and the news of battle. just twenty
years ago, and now peace, smiling
and benevolent, wields the wand, and
diiluses her richest blessings on
North and South alike. Two days
spent with loved ones, and we turn
our eyes towards home. Loved ones
are 10th TO say goodbye and so we
stayed too late, reaching. .IIopkinsville
jrst when the slanting rays of the
setting sun reminded us that our
home Is away down al Pee Dec. But
we loved the excuse to turn into the
gate, and up the drive leading to
The mansion of the genial, whole
souled Col. Alexander; here we
were met by the sunny, smiling face
of his wife, whose expression BEAM
ing with good humor and intelligence
assured us of a hearty welcome. The
hospitality extended us was such as
ever characterized true refined Ken
tuckians. We would love TO make
especial mention of each member OF
this most charming family but space
forbids; still, / cannot for5ear speak
ing, particularly of the elderly but
entertaining and accomplished Mrs
Lewis, mother of Mrs. Alexander
How sweet to grow old, if this is it,
to grow more lovely as the years &c
i by. Tuesday morning we left those
dear good friends and as we badC
our estimable hostess goodbye this
i wish sprang up in my heart, &c
!. would on earth there stood some more
of such a frame, that life might be al
poetry and WEAKNESS name Before
noon we reached home-glad because
, it is home, and
90 the magic of that little word,
What pleasing memories has it often stirret
What soft endearments are around ittwine
: And hallowed joys that no where else W
find"
B. IL. j,
Read our list of premiums in an