Southern standard. (McMinnville, Tenn.) 1879-current, 1886-04-03
PLEASANT DAYS SPENT IN BEAU
TIFUL WORTHWHILE.
Industrial Attractions and Grand
Mountain Scenery.
Will Allen in Nashville American.

MCMINNVILLE, March 23.-LSpe-
cial Letter. ]-One need not go far in
order to find real pleasure irf this fair
country Of ours. The best gift of the
gods lie here in the very heart of our
State, and the people, true lovers of
nature, delight to point the pictur-
esque rivers and the blue mountains
rising around them, while the nearest
peak of Ben Lomond is a never ceas-
ing delight.
We reached McMinnville Friday
enroute for the up country; but the
hospitality of the people overcame
the resolution and we decided to larry
awhile in the pleasant highland city.
Mr.. Cyrus McClarty, of the Warren
House, kindly invited us to consider
ourselves his guests. He is staunch
friend to The American, and his
hospitality is generously extended to
its Representatives. Mr.. McClarty's
hospitality means something. There
is not a neater or more tastily con-
structed hotel in Tennessee than the
Warren House.
Saturday we had the pleasure of
meeting the family of the late Mr..
Beach, former well known citizen
of Nashville. To Mr.. George Beach
we are indebted for
A PLEASANT DRIVE TO FAULKNER's
immense wooden mills, two and a
half miles from town. These mills
are situated in one of the loveliest
spots in the country; this fact, COM
bined with excellent mineral springs,
make the mills quite a resort in the
gay season. Immense quantities Of
wooden goods are shipped from here;
indeed this industry is one of the
most thriving in the county.
Returning from the mills we visited
"Forest Home," the former home of
Mrs. Virginia l.. French, so well
known and SO much admired thro'-
out the State. Seeing the place, one
could readily imagine how the divine
; affiatus found dwelling place in the
soul of the lady who lived there.
The house is almost hidden in forest
growth, some distance from the road.
At the foot of the grounds the modest
mountain stream winds its zigZag
course among the circling hills. And
beyond, wherever one lifts the eye,
towers the verdute-covered, beautiful
Ben Lomond; beyond and above al
ways and forever, the blue, dreamy,
mist-enrobed line of the distant Cum
berlands.
One need only lift the eye to feel as
, Aurora Leigh:
81 drop my cloak,
Unclasp my girdle, loose the band that ties
, My hair--now could but unloose my soul
We are sepulchred aliYe in this close world
, And want more ROOM"
r Aye, that is it, "room;" we feel the
> hot, close compression in which We
catch our breath as we stife in wonder
= at the grand freedom with which the
fanlished soul rises to behold the glory
' upon our mountain tops. HOLLAND
t was right.
- g at is enough for God
: That they are beautiful, and hold his though
In fine embodiment"
: AS we turned eastward again
THE BLUE UNBRoKEN LINE
of the more distant range spread be
fore us. A cloud had risen, and wa
q drifting toward the mountain, abov,
d which the clear azure was still un
s. dimmed except where the dark
angry cloud swooped down and GOV
cred the summit of Cardwell's peak
to the right the gorgeous rainbow re
assuringly spanned the sky, side b.
side with the herald of the comm,
storm.
In the morning we watched the fo
leaving Ben LOmOnd it seemed as
XXI sombre veil were being drawn u
. by unseen hands as the heavy, dul
! mist rose and disappeared among tn
> clouds.
II Later we had a pleasant eXcursio
. to the mountain. 1t is the mos
, rugged and inaccessible we hav
- tried, we having to leave the WACO
a. upon reaching the first bench an
~ scramble as best we could to the tor
II which feat we succeeded in accom-
,s plishing as the EDITORS watch marke
a 2:05 p. IN. We enjoyed the magnif
70 cent view extending beyond Sho,
" Mountain, noted the graceful swee
m of the river,
-, "Winding onward toward the town"
i We saw the shadows like huoe hirC