The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1889-11-20
The HOWARD LITERARY.
A Letter From Georgia Brings Kind Words
and Information.
FROM THE SUNNY SOUTH.

and ever yours raternally. very glau 10
visit you once more. Fill up the vacant
chairs-come, one and ALL am Hoosier,
you know, and gladly join "Hoosier Boy"
in extending a Hoosier welcome to every
old friend.
1 have not seen our once loved Eighth
page" since last April, and in the light of
my limited knowledge Of the "late I'M
pleasantness'' admire the wisdom of our
worthy leaders. Yes, l only saw the
smoke of the battle from star, with the
deepest regret and surprise. How very
kind YOU are to welcome deserters to the
new fold. Now let us associate our thoughts
EiA pleasant memories, and make the
~RcSl hid, Literary the pride of THE SEN
IINEL, the banner society of the state and
country, welding an elevating influence
full OF those hallOwed amenities which
lead to exalted types OF principles and
rules of action, and ultimately reach be-
yond the narrow limits OF time.
The year has been pleasantly spent In
earnest literary work at Chattanooga,
Tenn; Charleston, s. c., and at Georgias
famous capital city Of $4,000, so full of the
idesl progressive spirit OF enterprise. 10
vi me Tor brief Teview-C chattanooga,
A nta-wonderfuly progressive cities,
-i.-.ing, perhaps, the phenomenal de-
iopment of the Indiana natural gas belt
Jou would think they are northern cities,
With their stately buildings, beautifully
paved and shaded streets. surprisingly eX-
tensive manufacturing interests, uncom-
monty vigorous moral atmosphere. ade-
Quate churches of rare beauty, with their
lofty spires. suggestive of an upward
growth too, and not doubtful of their right
OF way in that direction.
July 4, bound for Charleston, s. C., via
Atlanta and Augusta, Ga, beautiful day,
but absolutely no particular demonstra-
tons, scarcely flag floating IN the ira
grant air. Only the sweet, bewltchlng
southern belle, sun lson) kissed and
radiant as the fowery bills, with back
Memorable scenes. Buckwheat, thou
sands of acres Of it-no; it is cottonl Wild
and picturesque scenes. nature UNI
adorned. seemingly. Here Is originality
for YOU. The primitive glOries succeed each
other with little diversity through Georgia
until we reach the proverbial South
Carolina swamps, beyond the borders OF
civilization All now the forest prim-
eval'' greets our bewildered eyes What
massive pines-gorgeous testoons OF
peculiar species of gray moss, Tar more
les, Lover of nature, feast your eyes and
look ND 10 natures God with pure heart.
Are we but ghosts of the inane? Are all
these things but brief voices OF shifting
strings? Is this life we cling to but empty
show of a moment? All, mo- Pleasures
end in pain-yOuth in age-love in loss
life in hateful death. But something tells
US that there is an unfading realm OF
eternal youth, which wooes us from our
lowly fight.
But here in this dark retreat the thirsty
hlood-hounds chased the fugitive slave,
and life to the miserable victim seemed
like the voices OF the wandering wind.
which moaned tDr rest. and rest could
never find. Mortal life was but moan
sieh-a storm-a strife The white man
prevented him from making a golden
stairway of his weakness. He knew not
the Intellectual path, where spring the
healing streams, which, by divine grace,
quench all thirst, but with dimmed and
superstitious vision he sometimes beheld
tie immortal flowers, which carpet
al the way with JOY. Life
was not peaceful, sun-lit
dream, but he knew all of heaven that
lies within an earthly bound. And even
their phantasles were teachers, which took
fight and rose BY powers superior to love-
shadows OF things TO come. Holy voices
stilled the inward strife. Whispers reached
them from alar.
Charleston Here ! am, by the sea.
The historic city Is, to-day, disappoint-
ment to the stranger. Sixty thousand
people, one-half cOlored-a large foreign
population, which monOpOlizes stagnant
trade No evidence of the new South
progress. Before-the-war proclivities-
rare castles of antique design. Little evil
dence of her great wealth, which Is in
banks, or invested elsewhere. 1t is au-
thOritatively stated that s., 600, 900 worth of
fruit went to waste for want OF little en-
terprise during the season just passed.
Beautiful parks, full of the artists tri-
umphs. BY the waters edge stands a
large monument in memory of the he
roes of 1776. 1t is crowned by
a bronze life-size statue of a soldier. who
points across the water to Fl. Moultrie, on
Sullivan's island, four miles away, at the
harbor entrance. A ferry-boat takes US
over 10 this great summer resort. The
island is seven miles long, and one-fourth
of mile wide. But let us notice the fort.
We find it is simply an acre OF elevated
ground, inclosed by brick wall twelve
feet high. A network of underground
passage-ways contain ammunition, reposi-
moth cannon in position. Memorable
view the first glimpse of grand old ocean.
Half mile away, surrounded by the blue
waters, stands historic TT. Sumpter. only
small garden affair. Now shall we enjoy
the memorable scene from the large hotel
porch Here is a watery field for ali our
ladies' versatility, "Albion's" descriptive
powers, or "Pompadour's" bravery. My
feeble pen fails to portray the pleasurable
emotions of an ocean ride. But l must
hasten. A few cracked walls are about
the only evidence of the great earthquake
three years ago. Many are the thrilling
stories told. One frightened darkey prayed
as follows: "0h, Lord, come down heah
yo'selfi Come, Lord; don't send yo' son.
Dis is no chile's play"
] must leave further mention OF Atlanta
for another letter, which promise you
soon. Friends, have no excuse for stay
ing so long. One reason is because / like
you so well, and so earnestly desire to add
my influence for good with your own.
With an earnest entreaty to every south
ern friend to come at once and help us
unite culture with piety, am ever yours
truly, SOLICITOR.
Atlanta, Ga, Nov. IA.
NOW FOR THE STORY.
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