Daily tobacco leaf-chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1890-1895, 1892-12-19
RUDOLPHTOWN.
An Essay BY a Member Of the
Allegretto Club.
A weu Written Composition on one OF
the Best Localities in the
County.
To the Leaf Chronicle.

To the f-Chronicle.
This dear little village Is to many
OF our young hearts, and also older
ones, the grandeet, loveliest, dearest
spot in ali creation. We feel and know
that the very richest and choicest
blessings heaven can afford have
been continually thrown around our
pathway, and we, as the young peo-
pie ofits fold, do fully realize that the
Christian influence and the scat
tering OF sunshine that have been
constantly within our grasp and has
made US what we are, is blessing
for which we may well be grateful.
II we have been unconcerned and
have failed TO apply these opportuni.
ties to our lives and our characters,
how hopelessly responsible will we
be when we are summoned to appear
before the judgment bar Of Gods
eternal justice. So dear and precious
have been the associations of our lit
tie band that we have been termed
by others as selfish but permit US to
say 1t is only an elastic cord that has
bound and woven us together so COM
pletely that within us is created
fondness for each other that will ac-
company our existence until our cold
forms are laid beneath the sod of
"Mother Earth" We love the pleas
ant surroundings of peace, happiness
and prosperity that have ever been
ours to enjoy.
We love 10 follow the blessed footprints
OF those gone on before,
Who by their upright, Christian lives
Are adorning the beautiful shore.
Yes, we are devoted to old Ru-
dolphtown In almost every way.
We love to till her fine tobacco soil,
for which she has worldwide fame;
we love to cherish the old school
house on the hill, where we used to
play fox and hounds, postoffice, and
ride stick horses for the mail; we
love the old mill spot, where we used
| to meet and tune our instruments for
the purpose OF disturbing the peace
full and quiet repose of her many
mansions; we are proud to give her
unbounded praise for the wonderful
privileges, blessings and comforts
that have been bestowed upon US
through the merciful touch of Gods
own hand; we love to take our guns
In our hands and whistle to our dogs
to hunt the partridge in the stutble
fields; we love to search the yellow
sage, where the rabbit makes its bur-
row; we love to hear the mocking
bird as it pipes its strains Of pleasing
melody to the early morn; last but
not least, we love the old spring
meath the hill where the merry band
OF boys and girls would meet togeth-
er to while away the longest and
brightest of summer days in joyful
mirth and glee; we love to sit upon
the cliffs of rock and listen to the rip
pling waters as they move on in
search of the mighty ocean; we love
to drink its cooling waters as it gush-
es from the parent fountain; we love
10 gather the violets, ferns and ever
green moses that adorn and cover
her woodland slopes, that we might
wreath them round our brows.
Yes, we are proud to love and
cherish all these things, which will
ever be q source of comfort to us as
we tread the pathway of life, and we
will love to meet those OF that "mer'
ry party" one by one and talk of the
"sweet days gone by" 1t may be
that through search of fame and for
tune we will be widely separated IL
this world, yet that elastic cord will
lengthen as far as we can go and will
still bind and connect us with thu
spot we held so dear-the place WI
all call "Home."
| A charm from the skies seems to hallow II
there,
Which, seek through the world, Is not foun'
elsewhere.
How sweet yet sad it will be whel
we begin the shady side Of life whel
"silver locks are replacing the gold,
to look back upon these young day
and ask ourselves the sad question
: "Where now ia the merry party
remember so long ago,
Laughing round the Christmas fires,
frightened by its ruddy elow7"
\ and the answer will doubtless com
back, "They have all dispersed an
wandered far away"
After few more fleeting veal
when some shall have "passed owe
the beautiful river and are restin
under the shade of the trees" tn
thought will present itself:
''5ome have gone from us forever,
Longer here they might not stay,
They have reached a fairer region
Far away"
Y Then when we are old and strlcke
J in years, and but few are left to re
resent the party, this sad thoug
will steal upon us:
There are still some few remaining
Who remind as of the past;