Camden journal. [volume] (Camden, South-Carolina) 1852-1852, 1852-03-16


engineers, enterprisers; fit to have taken Glbral;
tar' written the History of England, or reduced
Ireland into Industrial Regime ITS, had they so
set their minds to it 20. :,
Alas. and of all the notable or noticeable hu-
man talents, and excellent perseverances and en-,
ergies, backed by mountains of wealth, and lea
by the divine art of Music and Rhythm vouch'
ssfed by Heaven to them and US, what was TO be
the issue here this evening! An hours amuse,
ment, not amusing either, but wearlsome ana
dreary, to a high dizened select Pop'ace OF maze
and female persons, who seemed to me mol worm
much amusing Could any one have pealea ihlo
their hearts once, one true thought, and glmPse
of Self.vision; "High dizened, most expensive
persons, Aristocracy so called or 6es1 OF 'pS
World beware, beware what proofs you give OF
hetterness and bcstness!" And then the saiutary
pang of conscience in reply: "A select Populace'
with money in its purse and drilled little by the
posture maker: good Heavens! if that were
what, here and everywhere in Gods Creatlon' l
am And world all dying because am, and
show myself to be, and to have long been' even
that? John, the carriage, the carriage: swift!
4 ct m. 90 home in silence, to reflection, perhaps
n sackcloth and ashesr' This, and not amuse-
ment, would have pro6tted those hIgh-dlzened
persons. ..... $780,, ,.,.o..-or,
Amusement, at any rate, they did not get rom
Euterpe and Melpolncne. These two Muses. sen.
or, regardless of expense, conld see, were out
ne vehicle of kind service which judged 10 oe
,aphian rather, Young beauties OF oolh sexes
lsed their opera glasses, you could noice' no. el,
treIv for looking at the stage. And 1t must De
,wned the light in this explosion Of all the uphol'
.teries, and the human fine arts and coarse, was
magical: and made vuur fair one an hrmlda-
fvou liked her better so, Nay, certain Old I'M
prone, Females (of quality0 in their rouge ana
levels. even these looked some remnlscence OF
,nchantment; and ! saw this and The other lean
domestic Dandy, with icy smile on his old worn
ace: this and the other Marquis Singedeomme,
Prince Mahogany, or the like foreign DignItary,
tripping into the boxes Of said females grlnnlng
here awhile; with dyed moustachlos and macas-
.ar-oil gracosity. and then tripping out again.
and, in fact,I perceived that ColettI and Cerlto
and tie Rhythmic Arts were mere accompanr
nent here. .
Wonderful to see; and sad, if you had eyes!
D, but think of IT, CLEOPATRA threw pearls into
Ter drink, in mere waste ; which was reckohed
foolish of her. But here had the N1.Iern Aristo-
,racy ofmen brought the dvnest ofits Arts, hea-
vanly Music itself; and, png all the uphoIsteries
a I'd 'ingenuii that other human art could do'
lad lighted them into bonfre to illuminate an
hours Irritation Of Singpdelomne, Mahogany
a I'd these improper per. o:s! Never III Nature
mad I seen such waste before. ~ ole,tl, you
whose inborn melody, once ofkindred as Judged
10 the Melodies eternal" might have vallani'y
weeded out this and other false lhngs, from ihe
WAYS Of men, and made it bit of Gods ceeatloh
more melodious-they have purchased you away
from that; chained you to the wheel OF Prince
Mahogauy's chariot. and here YOU make sport Tor
macassar Singedelomme and his improper fe,
males past the prime Of life! Wretched spiritual
Niger, if you had some genius, and were not
a born Niger with mere appetite for pumpkin,
should YOU have endured such lol! lament
for wu hevond all other expenses. Other expen-
ses are light; you are the Ceopatra's pearl that
should have been flung into Mahogany caret-
cup. And Rossini too, and Mozart, and Bt'n'~-
Oh. Heavens, when think that Music too Is con-
iemned to be mad and TO burn herself, 10 TINS
md, on such funeral pe,-your celestial opera,
house grows dark and internal to me! Behind
its glitter stalks the shadow of Eternal DEAN;
through it too look not sup into the divine eye
as Richter has it. "but down into the bottom'ess
eyesocket"-not up towards God, Heaven and
the Throne of Truth, but too truly down towards
Falsi,y, Vacuity, and the dwel"g-pace OF Ever
lasting Despair.