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001G6	^	RHETORIC	^:D	PHILOSOPHIC
APPRECIATION OF MISSISSIPPI CITY September 6, 1868
tf.O. Crescent - Tuesday, September 8, 1868 p 1 c 6
LETTER FROM MISSISSIPPI CITY
Mississippi City, Sect. 6, 1868
I think that I hare found the place at last* Th*»re was a man once vho hunted all over the world for a spot where the air was tracing enough to supsly the lack of suspenders. Your correspondent was luckier In not belnp, obliged to extend his search so far. By some strange chanco, he hit upon the spot blindfold when landing last evening from the Laura.
Along ilia Plgr
He mounted a trunk upon the deck of a mule propelled freight car. and carpet bag in hand, clung fast by his fingar nails and teeth until the perilous ride of three-quarters of a mile was accomplished, and he found himself on terra firms.
The horrors of that journey reminded him of Alf Stewart's Academy song about Jesse on a railroad car. But never mind. Bless the bridge that carries you over and stop growling, Fells.
Hotel Barnes
Before us through the trees gleam a hundred lights. The night is calm and silent, the treese blows in from the open sea ohj how refreshingly. The moon is Just rising and throwing its sheen over the waters, casts dim shadows upon the broad lavn before us.
There are long rows of windows, long vistas of galleries, gleams of white dresses flitting here and there through the shade and shadows, groups sitting here and there, some full of mirth and ringing laughter, others quiet, noticeable only by the star-like gleam of their cigars.
You catch snatches of music, too, or hear a baby squalling amid frantic resistance to the encrochments of the god Somuus.
And. in short, you find yourself like a little busy bee just entering a great hive, to be a drone or a worker just as you please.
To abandon care, to throw worry to the dogs, to if It be only for 21* hours, the whole wearisome world without is absolutely nothing to you provided you can dress, smoko, eat,’ breathe, and do as you like, is the best medicine that a sick man ever swallowed. The contents of an apothecary shop pale their ineffectual fires before this simple but effectual reredy.