The White Sulphur springs; the traditions, history, and social life of the Greenbriar White Sulphur Springs . rettiest flowers, pinks, mi-gnonette, heartsease, ambrosias, and stork jellies—all reminding us so much of our sweet gardenat home. The evening was beautifully clear and bright,but the dew beginning to fall, we were soon calledinto the house by our prudent friends, to the littlevexation, no doubt, of some who were wanderingofif alone, to the less frequented paths of the garden,endeavoring, perchance, to tell their feelings inflowers, and drinking sentiment from tulip-cupsand blushing r
The White Sulphur springs; the traditions, history, and social life of the Greenbriar White Sulphur Springs . rettiest flowers, pinks, mi-gnonette, heartsease, ambrosias, and stork jellies—all reminding us so much of our sweet gardenat home. The evening was beautifully clear and bright,but the dew beginning to fall, we were soon calledinto the house by our prudent friends, to the littlevexation, no doubt, of some who were wanderingofif alone, to the less frequented paths of the garden,endeavoring, perchance, to tell their feelings inflowers, and drinking sentiment from tulip-cupsand blushing rosebuds. Soon after our returnto the house, we took leave of our amiable hostess,and returned to decorate our heads for the ballfrom the many pretty bouquets she had so gener-ously presented us. Monday, . We are four in our cabin; C. and I. occupyingone room, and having our front room to receivevisitors, and our piazza for our music are much better off than many of our ac-quaintances in Virginia Row, where they have buttwo apartments in each cabin. We attended divine service on Sunday, in the. Journal of a Lady—Year iSjJ 137 ballroom, at eleven oclock. There is no regularminister here, but generally some one is present toofficiate on each Sabbath. The day is very re-ligiously observed, more so than at most of thenorthern watering places, which is saying a gooddeal for the high tone and moral sense of thecompany, and in the midst of all our pleasuresthere is no little to be admired at it. Wanting some barege for veils this morning, I went over to the store, which is kept inthe corner of Virginia Row. When we entered,we found the only person in attendance, then as-sisting a lady in trying a pair of gloves on a lit-tle boy of five years old, who persisted most per-tinaciously in thrusting his four fingers into thatpart intended for his thumb alone, so we had timeto look about us at the many fanciful things whichwere arranged rather promiscuously on theshelves:
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