The Maryville times. (Maryville, Tenn.) 1884-1944, 1899-09-23

SlukS Dcnluu Cno mountain anu Uno
shades of evening descend. The
cattle struggle homeward, nipping
an inviting green bough here, and
tuft of tender grass there, as they
60. Some harvesters 60 by with a
heavy load of fragrant hay, and we
see the blue smoke curl upward
from the cottager's chimney, al the
evening meal is prepared.
snow fades the glimmering land
scape on the sight, y
And all the air a solemn stiffness
holds,
Save where the beetle wheels his
droning flight,
And drowsy tinklings lull the
distant fold.
The blissful hours of twilight!
How soothingly quiet they are,
whsn the day is doneI
"Ava Maria! blessed be the hour,
the time, the cline, the spot where
I 80 oft have felt that moment in
it's fullest power, Sink DER the
earth SO beautiful and soft, While
swung the deep bell in the distant
tower, Or the faint dying day
hymn stole aloft, And not breath
crept through the rosy air, And
yet the forest leaves seemed stirred
with prayer"
The full moOn-queen and EN-.
press of the night slowly ascends to
her throne among the stars, and
she throws the silvery mantle of en-
chantment over the dark world at
her feet, identifying the rugged,
enhancing the beautiful.
We hear the whippovwiils lone
cry as it circles from broken dells
to lofty boughs, and we listen to the
CHASTITY quavers of the "moping''
owl as she
"Does to the moon complain Of
such as wandering near her secret
bower Modest her ancient solitary
reign"
The chirping of the cicadae har.
monize with the Stiffness, and we
sit in dreamy contentment and
listen to the silence, then Nature
and Natures children sleep, sweetly
sleep.
Thus my thoughts wander away
from the present real, to the unat
tainable ideal. would love to e
back to Maryville and live ont the
remainder Of my days, be they few
} or many, and then he laid away Il
rest in that sacred old grave yard
where So many of my kindred
! sleep.
What can ] say, what words car
l use that will adequately express
the pleasure my visit to Maryvill'
afforded me?
The Cordial sweet welcome from
my cousins, Mr.. and Mrs. GeOrg'
! A. TOole, whe were untiring IL
; their efforts for my comfort an,
I entertainment, cannot be forgotten
I will always remember with pleas
3 ure the hospitable reception &C
: corded me in the home of my goo,
friends, DR.. John Gates and hi
: kind, sweet wife. What can l So,
OF one, that cannot say of all thos
0 who so kindly extended to me tn
gracious hospitality of their home
DR.. and Mrs. Bartlett, Mr.. and Mr.
Burger, Mr.. and Mrs. Cooper, Mr.
A. E Blackburn, and my swee
i friends Mrs. Eliza Henry, Mis-
: Sallie Smith and all of the lovabl
inmates Of their charming home.
A blessing Is promised for tn
l. giving Of cup Of cold water, an
. there are occasions when doubl
u blessing is merited by the giving {
a cup of delicious hot coffee, sue
u as I received upon the picni
9 grounds at Montvale, from tn
kind hand Of Mrs. W. Y. G. Hal
mum. Oh! that excursion to des
. old Montvale! 1t will always be ri
= membered with delight, as we'll 9
= the pleasing recollection that fo
. the days merry outing I was debtt
9 TO Mr.. and Mrs. Burger.
Cousin Emma and always col
/" graduated ourselves when we coul
: secure the livery service of tn
: Martin brothers, and for salty an
protection, and modest, quiet, gel
tlemanly deportment-ladies, all.
" let me commend them to your pa
= ronage in their line of bushes
10 Their patience In waiting upon III
ladies entitle them to position
70 our esteem, second only to tn,