The Ouachita telegraph. [volume] (Monroe, La.) 1865-1889, 1888-07-21
GOVT OF THE SILENCES."

Correspondence Telegraph
The very name of Pine Hills has held
a fascination for me since their fame first
reached me-a suggestiveness of great
stretches and uplands of "forests prim-
eval'; of whispering music; Of the
graceful swaying Of tall 1.-the bodies
and Tho spicy fragrance of slippery
carpet.
than the dream. Think of the blessed
ness of taking into your lungs perfectly
pure and life giving oxygen, which
braces the worn-out nerves and sends a
sensation OF bouyancy throughout your
whole being. All, the grandeur of these
pines, with their mournfuI music, and
their perfume sweet as the odOrs of
Araby! Right loyalty / throw myself
on the sweet, treacht rous bed and give
thee homage. I can say with Cowper
that the sounds are
"NIusic not unlike
The dash of ocean on his winding slore'
which
"Lulls the spirit while it fills tho mind"
wonder that more people do not
come out here during the heat of sums
mer, q am nor getting any pay for
putting this as summer resort; it is
purely volunteer and sincerely 1t will
do your soul good as we'll as your body,
to leave the heat, the littleness, and
petty vexations of wouid-be fashionable
life, and kick up your heels (tigurativ-
ely at care for season. The first
thing you know, you've an appetite
that will not permit you to turn up
your nose at what you may find TO eat.
And what is more needful, perhaps,
your heart will be warmed and your
latent broadness of spirit will be quick
ened into new life by association with
these "Pine Hillians." Such generous,
big -hcarted kindly people will you find
them, with the mcllowness of nature,
and sweetness Of its perfume in their
cool, intense, vibrant stiffness, without
a care Cor mosquito bar) and awaken
In tho morning to the call of the blue-
bird rs il skips through dewy branches,
fit to burst its tiny throat for very glad
ness.
1 enjoyed tho novel pleasure of at
tending an open-air revival meeting
out in these hills. We went in wagons,
Gathering down Redeemed hills into
sandy hollows, and through woodsy by
woods, Swallowed and cool and rich In
foliage and perfume until we reached
an arbor erected right in the heart of
"God's-land," far enough removed from
the "madding crowd" 1t was an i'm.
pressive scene which l shall not soon
forget. think the very pines must have
hushed their murmuriugs to hearken to
tho worship offered up to God on that
day. 1t was a study for un artist the
eager listeners, the appealing earnest
ness of the minister's face as he stood
up under the leafy canopy, and with
wet eyes and extended arms, wooed
hearts to the altar. There was no slip
OF paper for reference, no studied man.
ner OF action or speech, bu, straight
from heart to lip leaped golden words
of comfort, of assurance, of pathetic
appeal, which fell not on stony ground.
Every eye was on his; there was no
other sound in the rapt congregation
than the cooling of some dimpled dar-
ling, on its mothers lap, catching
at the sun fuckers. And such babies
are these in the hills, round as balls,
and rosy, with round rosy mamas and
grandmas who look absurdly young for
such distinction. Come out into the
hills, all ye who are jaundiced with
malcontent. The air is like wine : the
hillsdes arc blossomirg over with
pinky Sweet Williams, and the blue
bird, the jay, the iwit,ering swamp
sparrow, and the brilliantwipged red
bird make the whole world merry.
And if you are fond of comic opera,
You can hear the little tom.,it sing
'willow, tit-wiliow, willow
SUSAN NIFPER.