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

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146 WHITE SULPHUR PAPERS.
When we drink of its nectar
The fancy in dreams,
Wanders away to the soft flowing streams
To the land where the maidens
Are tilling the vine
And pressing the grape
On the banks of the Rhine.
And now let it be
Tlu-o' this land of the free :
Far and wide on her bright banners spread :
While beauty shall shine
That Hock is the wine
Thro' summer and winter 'till youth shall have fled.
It was now late—and the serenaders being
announced with their music, the party broke up,
many of them to accompany these important characters
on their rounds, while the author of Peter
Simple and myself, made our way to Georgia Row.
Phrenology thrives well at the Springs, not because
it is the only head profession here—but from there
being so many persons at all places like this, who are
very wiUing sometimes, to be made pleased with
themselves when the cost is so little.