The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1885-04-23
TO and at New Orleans.

In my last letter night had oVertaken
us when | dropped my pencil. Repeat
edly during the slow hours serpents Of
ire Missed near us IN the woods. We
passed through Montgomery and Moe
bile during the darkness-but saw the
fair city of Mobile in the dsVti",,1, IN
H'l l r. -.,,. IL we did not see the dia-
mond mountain of beauty which Lynn
saw, tor the sun had mounted high in
the heavens, but we saw its pleasant
smile upon the face of the waters-snd
the beauteous cOlors drawn by its arts
tie hand upon the page of nature.
Many places interested us because of
their floral names.
At Pensacola Junction you take the
cars for Pensacola and thesfahled Foun-
tain OF Youth, now called Lake de Su-
miak, where Southern ChautaLqua is
located. The flow of reason and feast
of soul is made more delightful by the
romantic history of the place and by
the healthfulness and beauty of the
country. You seem to hear again the
footsteps OF Ponce de Leon. You are
said to be unvisited by the musquito
even in midsummer and fish and deer
abound to whet your appetite. Beau
voir dropped down among the pines
thing of beauty, the home of
President Davis, he who shed his blood
under the stars and stripes in Mexico
and who became a still more colossal
figure in history as president of the
cOnfederacy, is here spending his de-
Ginning years and will soon be past the
eulugy and the reEiling of man,
Pass Christian Is famous as a wa
tering place, One who is competent to
know says II it was visited about as
much as New Port and Long Branch it
would be more admired and loved than
they are. We cross Bay st. Louis on
trestles. The water lay calm at our
feet as we went but as we returned be-
came wrathy. For many miles this
side of New Orleans the live oaks
hung with long tresses of moss and the
orange aid magnolia filled the woods
with their odors and lilies crouched I'M
beauty at our feet. We reached New
Orleans about 8 a. m. We found pleas
ant rooms to sleep and secured our
meals at the restaurant. We found the
streets wide and beautiful in the Amer
lean part of the city but narrow and
filthy in the Spanish and French por-
ton. The sewerage OF the city is
wretched. The scent which comes
from the gutter is anything but re-
freshing. The route to the exposition
by Canal, and Pry tania streets Is lovely
and is said to take you by the finest
private residences of the city. AS you
gaze upon their architectural beauty
and the spacious yards which environ
them, filled with the golden oranges
and the snow-white lilly and the fra
grant iasamine,you seem to bein an en-
chanted land. But sunny skies are not
always the friend of health or the hand
maid of happiness. New Orleans might
be called the city of flowers, for they
are everywhere opening their soft bo-
SONS to the touch OF sunlight. New
Orleans has been called the musical
city of America. but these musical PEG
pie take OF their hats to che Mexican
band rnd bow in admiration to their
superior musical genius. had hoped
to write a longer letter but have Just
returned from the Exposition and
must close to get my letter on the mail.
w Ii. GROVES.
IynnVille, Tenn, April %, 1884.