Tag Archives: CHESSON, Nellie

Roper Letter (August 19, 1890)

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Excerpts from the Roper Letter column:

  • Rev. D.D. BAILEY made a flying trip to Washington last week.
  • Dr. H. SNELL, of Washington, was in town Monday on professional business.
  • Mr. F.D. ELLIS, who has been visiting relatives in this section for the past month, last Thursday for Avon, Dare county.
  • Miss Eva HASSELL, one of Roper’s belles, is visiting Miss Nellie CHESSON at Chessonsville.  Two more charming young ladies are hard to find.
  • Mr. Tom CHESSON’s family, who have all been sick with typhoid fever, are, we are glad to say, improving.  Hope they will soon be entirely well.
  • There were no services in Hebron church last Sunday, owing to the absence of the junior pastor, who is beginning to learn that he needs an assistant, and when he gets her, he will be likely to Hold(h)er.
  • The meeting at Zion’s Chapel came to close last Sunday night.  The meeting resulted in several accessions.  Two were baptized Sunday morning.
  • The picnic at Zion’s Chapel last Thursday was a grand success.

Source: Roanoke Beacon, 22 August 1890. Available online at digitalnc.org.

Beacon Flashes (July 11, 1890)

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Excerpts from the Beacon Flashes column:

  • Miss Nellie CHESSON, of Chessonville, has been the guest of friends in the city this week.
  • Mr. A.S. LEGGETT, one of Plymouth’s former young men, but who is now traveling for Foster, Knight & Co., hatters of Baltimore, was home this week.

Source: Roanoke Beacon, 11 July 1890, pg 3. Available online at digitalnc.org.

To Miss Nellie Chesson (1889)

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By Mrs. Anna N. Irwin

Her complexion is of an almost transparent delicacy; and its lovely roseate tint accords well with the intelligent tone of her features, which are cast in the finest mould of grecian symmetry.  A benignant smile plays round her lips; and her laughing lambent eyes are the softest liquid blue. The rose of health in young and dewy freshness blooms upon her cheek; and from her eye the spirit of each thought looks out in undisguised expression; and diffuses its own pure loveliness.

Blest is he who wins her love,
And sips its gentle sweets;
He need not life’s oppressive gloom,
Nor all the cares he meets.

Source: Roanoke Beacon,  27 September 1889.  Available online at digitalnc.org.