White Sulphur papers; or, Life at the springs of Western Virginia

140 WHITE SULPHUR PAPERS.
An hour at the Spring during the morning and
evening, when the company all gather there, is the
time for observation—where you may learn the
news, survey the new comers ; and where diffident
men take stolen glances at beauty.
It is long before breakfast, just after sun rise, and
rather cool; here comes a gentleman wrapped in
his thick morning gown, with slippers and cap, he
stops at the Spring, dips the long-handled glass and
takes one draught ;
he whistles himself awake, takes
another, and then returns to Bachelor's row, to sleep
an hour. There comes a maid with a pitcher to
carry the cooling draught to some sleeping beauty
in Paradise row.
Tv/o old gentlemen have come to the Spring;
they are discussing the merits and great benefits
be derived from the use of the waters.
says, he has been in the habit of taking
to
One of them
six glasses
for some mornings past, and he feels so much better,
he believes he will now take eight.
Numbers are coming in, impatient for their daily
libations. Dyspepsia enters the area, weak and
wasted ; he takes perhaps four glasses, and retires
with a rencrvated walk. Hypochondria comes ; he
sees no one for aw^hile, and will know no one ; he
di'inks one glass, seats himself, and in a little
while
has taken four more ; he rises—tries to smile, and
makes a remark on the weather.