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

JOURNAL OF A LADY. 83
Monday,
We are four in our cabin ; C. and I. occupying
one room, and having our front room to receive
visitors, and our piazza for our music saloon.
We
are much better off than many of our acquaintances
in Virginia yov^, where they have but two apartments
in each cabin.
We attended divine service on Sunday, in the
ball room, at eleven o'clock. There is no regular
minister here, but generally some one is present, to
officiate on each Sabbath. The day is very religiously
observed, more so than at most of the noi thern
watering places, which is saying a good deal for
the high tone and moral sense
of the company, and
in the midst of all our pleasures, there is no little to be
admired at it.
Wanting some barege for veils this morning, C.
and I. went over to the store, which is kept in the
corner of Virginia row. When we entered, v/e
found the only person in attendance, then assisting
a lady in trying a pair of gloves on a little boy of
five years old, who persisted most pertinaceously in
thrusting his four fingers
into that part intended for
his thumb alone, so we had time to look about us at
the many fanciful things which were arranged rather
promiscuously on the shelves : dry goods, buttons,
nails, laces, silks, shoes, artificial flowers, perfumery,
jewelry, and in short, every thing which could b«