The Birmingham age-herald., 1906-09-17

Verbena September 16.-(Special.) )-Feel- ing that both the spirit and the flesh were growing weak from the pressure of ma terial things. especially the innovation of the horses hoofs in quiet, beautiful Lin den street. in Birmingham, hied myself to this secluded and God-loving spot among the hills of Chiffon county.
 To those who love rest, peace and the sunlit hills where rests, not far above, the blue birds, the sweet-scented air that steals the fragrance from off the pine boughs to kiss your eyes, cheeks and heart, sending new life to thrill every fibre of your being, come here, where now I dream and rest and love the whole big world. You will know the infinite sweet ness and uplifting of these voices of the woods Without them. how little is man!
 As I sit in this shaded grove on the hillside, whiffs of pure air from the hol- low wonder in sight where the little branch lazily glides along It's length, bring renewed strength and precious mem ories.
 Across this branch Is little bridge that takes these peaceful. God-fearing peo- pie to their church Just stones throw up the hill.
 Farther down to your right is the broad, white-sanded road with It's low, sweeping branches of water oaks and elms on either side. Turn now to your left a-down the slope, and you cross deeper stream above which another house of worship rises reverently from out pine grove. On farther there floats out upon the air the whistle of lumber mill to stir you from your dreams back to industrial life.
 Down and up again along clay road you approach the voiceless hill of the dead save now and then a song of bird that hamburger of heavenly joys. A long stretch of level with its narrow lane brings you to the little village quietly pursuing the even tenor of it's mercantile vocation. An other turn. and you are on the bridge that spans Chestnut creep, whose waters, now Idle, once turned the wheels of a grist mill.
 Stroll along it's bank at the foot of the hill and you are in the path that leads to "Kintry," the summer home of Dr. B. J. Baldwin of Montgomery, where skill and lavish art combine to enrich natures bounty.
 This Is a typical summer home with large central hall with open fire places, large rooms with high ceilings and deep galleries with a circular stone front adorned with trailing vines and waving palms and ferns. The interior is beautified with furnishings collected by the doctor and his charming wife while on their va rlous trips abroad.
 Touches of England, Scotland, Ireland- Switzerland Italy and rrance bespeak the high culture and taste abiding in this home. Stepping from the low French win dows on the broad front gallery, you face Chestnut creek, whose waters, roaring over the huge rocks. that form It's bed, beguile you into dreamland. Beyond in the broad open are the tennis court and croquet ground with their inviting rustic seats Aside Is the immense scuppernong vine ladened with It's rich wine-havored fruit whose odors imbue the senses with rose-colored visions. Another way there Is the orchard with its apples, peaches, pears and plulns all to add to the luxury. pleasure and happiness of the guests of 'Kintry."
 Back to the sleepy little village to Maj. J. Carr Gibson's home where his great love for seclusion and living apart from the din and strife of the day, led him to plant his loves in this dear. dear sport. The major. formerly of Montgomery. and so well known. has lived here for many years He and his gifted daughter Miss q over his vast lands: now beneath the low hanging drapery of the muscadine vine by the waters edge for miles; then out in the open field to catch a peep of civili- zation then back to the deep, sweet smelling woods with the rich notes of the cat-bird or the trills of the moclxing bird overhead.
 It was from these surroundings that the saintly wife and mother departed for still higher joys many years agone.
 Like her immortal brother. Sidney La nier, whose poems gushed from the heart her life is written upon the tablets of memory where breathe songs of love ever rich and rare.
 Turn now to the east, beyond the vil- lage. where the sun rose upon the home of a merry throng. whose reigning spirit was that of the late Dr. S. T. William sons The house sits in shadows as if In tears for it's master whose loving deeds enshrined him In the hearts of the peo- pie.
 Up again beyond the Methodist church, and you reach the home of the late MT. B. J. Baldwin This home crowns the sum init of the hill and has a commanding view of the surrounding country. There are several acres in the grounds and their exquisite loveliness appeals to the eye
 The mother. the presiding angel of this home, sits as Naomi bereft of her loved ones Her useful and beautiful Chris- tian life is lined in the deep calm or her blue eyes and high. noble brow. To know her is to love her. and in giving this love you reap a prayer.
 By the side of this home somewhat