The southern enterprise. [volume] (Greenville, S.C.) 1854-1870, 1854-12-15
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me any iaorc. \ our brother has married n
poor girl, one whom forbade him to marry,
and l won't fogrve him if they starve togeth-
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This speech was addressed to lovely girl
scarcely eighteen, beautiful as the lily that
hides itself beneath the dark waters. She
was parting the slvery locks on her fathers
high, handsome forehead, of which her own
was miniature, anil pleading the cause of
her delinquent brother, who had married in
opposition to her fathers will, and conse
quently been disinherited. Mr.. Wheaty
was rich old gentleman, resident of Bos-
ton. lie was fat, good natured old fellow,
somewhat given to the mirth and wine, and
sat i'll his armchair from morning until
night, smoking his pipe and reading the
newspapers. Sometimes story of his own
exploits i'll our revolutionary battles filled up
passing hour. lie had two children, the
| disobedient son, and the beautiful girl before
spoken of. The fond girl went on pleading !:
Dear father, do forgive him you don't
know what a beautiful girl hc has married,
and
4 think it's likely, said the old man, but
don't tease Inc, and open the door-a little,
this plaugy room smokes so.'
WELL continued Ellen won't you just see
her now-she is so good, and the little boy,
he looks so innocent
What do you say interrupted the father
a boy have a grandchild Why Ellen,I
never knew that before! but think it's likely.
Well, now give me my chocolate, and then
go to your music lesson
Ellen left him. The old mans heart be-
gan to relent.
We'll, he went on, Charles was always
good boy, little wild or so at college, but
indulged him and he was always good to
his old father, for all, but he disobeyed me
by marrying thisp poor girl; yet as my old
friend and fellow soldier, Tom Bonner used
to say, We must forgive. Poor Tom!
would give all the old shoes have got, to
know what ever become of him. If [ could
but find him or one of his children Heav-
en- grant they they are not suffering! This
plaugy smoky room, how my eyes er!-
If I did but know who this girl was that my
Charles has married; but have never heard
her name. I'll find out and
4 think it's likely said the old man.
Ellen led into the room beautiful boy, Il
bout three years old. His curly hair and
rosy cheeks could not but make one love him.
who is that 2 said the old man wiping
his eyes.
That--that is Charles boy said e.
len, throwing one of her arms around her
fathers neck, while OH the other she placed
the child on his knee. The child looked
tendery up in his face and lisped out:
Grandpa, what makes you cry soP -
The old man clasped the child to his Boz
som, kissed him again and again. After
this emotion had a little subsided, lie bade
the child tell his name.
Thomas Bonner Wheatly,' said the boy,
Il am named after grandpa
What do / hearl' said the old man,
Thomas Bonner your grandfather q
'Yes,' lisped the boy, and he lives with ma,
at
Get me my cane said the old man, 'and
come Ellen be quick chilJ.'
They started off at a quick pace, which
soon brought them to the poor, though neat
lodgings Of his son. There he behcld his
old friend, Thomas Bonner, seated in one
corner, weaving baskets, while his swathed
limbs showed how unable he was to perform
his necessary task. His lovely daughter, the
wife Of Charles. was preparing their frugal
meal, and Charles was out seeking employ
ment to support his needy family.
Its all my fault sobhed the old man as he
embraced his friend, who was petritied with
amazement.
Come said Mr.. Wheatly, come all Of
YOU home with me, We will live together,
there is plenty of room inmy house for US
ALL ...., &
oh, how happy we shall be 7 She eexelaim-
ed, ELLEN and father will love our little
Thomas SO, and he'll be your pet, wont lie
father q
'Ay," said the old man, 4 think it's very
likely
TIE DEcLISg OF ART IN IrALY.--A Flo
renee correspondent says: "The experience
Of this old academy, Florence Academy Of
Fine Arts, ,)richIy endowded By the muhif-
cencs of past times, and furnished as it is
with all possible means and facilities, in the
midst Of the choicest treasures, affords con-
spicuous example Of the hopeless ii,eiiiciency
Of sucA7Sinstitutions. The growth Of art
owes nothing to academic machinery and
tionaltraining. It's master minds and
matches productions werc not forced into i'm.
mortality by any hot bed culture whatever.
But the groat age Of art in Italy is past In
TIN, as in Othsf tAings the star Of empire j.
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