Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1855-04-12

as prctencc, that harnesses ruined man-th(
struggle between proud mind and an empty
purse-the keeping up hollow show that must
soon cone to an end. Have the courage tc
appear poor, and you disarm poverty of it:
sharpest sting" On this point found Les
lie prepared. He had no false pride himself
and as to his wife, she was only anxious to con
form to their altered fortunes.
Some days afterwards he called upon HE in
the evening He had disposed of his dwelling
house, and taken q small cottage in the coun
try few miles from town. lie had been
busted all day in sending out furniture. The
new establishment required few articles, and
those Of the simplest kind. All the splendid
furniture of his late residence had been sold
excepting his wife's harp. That, he said, was
too closely associated with the idea of herself;
it belong to the little story of their loves; for
some of the sweetest moments of their court
ship were those when he had leaned over that
instrument, and listened to the melting tones
of her voice | could not but smile at this in
stance of romantic gallantry in doting hus.
band.
He was going out to the cottage, where his
wife had been all day experimenting its ar
rangemeuts, My feelings had become strong
ly interested in the progress Of this family sto-
ry, and, as it was fine evening, I offered to
accompany him.
lie was wearied with the fat CUES of the day,
and, as he walked out, fell into fit of gloomy
musting.
"Poor Mary" at length broke with hca.
Wy sigh from his lips.
,'And what of her." asked l has anything
happened to herr"
"What," said he, darting an impatient
glance, 'is it nothing to be reduced to this pal
try situation-to be Gagged in miserable cot
tage-to be obliged to toll almost in the mcn-
al concerns of her wretched habitation ?"
"Has she then repncd at the change?'
"Repined she has been nothing but sweet
ness and good humor. Indeed, she seems in
better spirits than | have ever known her she
has been to Inc all love, and tenderness, and
omfort."
"Admirable girl :" exclaimed I. "You call
yourself poor, my friend you never were so
rich-you never knew the boundless treasures
of excellence You posses in that woman"
ooh. but, my friend, if this first meeting at
the cottage were over, / could then be comfor-
table. But this is her first day Of real expert
cncc; she has been introduced into 4 humble
dwelling-she has been employed all day in
arranging its miserable equIpments-shc has,
for the first time, looked round her on home
destitute of everything elegant, almost of
everything convenient; and may be sitting
down, exhausted and spiritless, brooding over
prospect Of future poverty
There was degree of probability in this
picture that could not gainsay, so We walked
on in silence.
After turning from the main road up a mar
row lane, so thckly shaded with forest trees as
to give it complete air of seclusion, We came
in sight of the cottage. 1t was hnmble enough
in its appearance for the most pastoral poet ;
and yet it had pleasing rural look \ wild
vine had overrun one end with a protusion Of
foliage few trees threw their branches grace
fully over it; and I observed several pots of
flowers tastefully disposed about the door, and
on the grassplot in front. y small wicket gate
opened upon footpath that wound through
some shrubbcry to the door. Just as We ap-
preached, We heard the sound of music-Les-
lie grasped my arm; we paused and listened.
1t was Mary's voice singing, in style of the
most touching simplicity, little air of which
her husband was peculiarl fond.
felt Leslic's hand tremblc on my arm. He
ste ucd forward to hear more distinctly. His
step made noise on the gravel walk. y bright
beautiful face glanced out at the window and
vanished-a light footstep was heard and Ma
ry came tripping forth to meet US: she was in
pretty rural dress of white; ; few wild flow
ers were twisted in her fine hair; fresh bloom
was on her check; her whole countenancc BEAM
ed with smilcs-I had never seen her look so
lovely.
"My dear George" cried she, ~ am so glad
YOU arc come! l have been watching and
watching for you and running down the lane,
and looking out for you. have set out ia
BILE under beautiful tree behind the cottage !;
and I've been gathering some of the most de-
licious strawberries, for l know you are fond of
them-and we have such excellent cream
and everything is so sweet and still here
Ohw said she, putting her arm within his,
and looking up brightly in his face, "Oh, we
shall be so happy"
Poor Leslie was overcome. He caught her
to his bosom-hc folded his arms round her
he kissed her again and again-he could not
speak, but the tears gushed into his eyes and
he has often assured me, that though the
world has gone prosperously with him, and
his life has, indeed, been happy one, yet nev
er has he experienced moment of more ex-
quiste felicity.
AN OLD MANS SEcREr-Au Italian Bish-
op struggled through great difficulties without
rcpining, and met with much opposition with
out even bctraying the least impatience. An
intimate friend of his, who highly admired
those virtues which he thought impossible to
initiate, one day asked the Bishop if he could
communicate his secret of being always easy?
Ycs;' replied the old man, " can touch
my secret with great facility; it consists of
nothing more than making right use of my
eyes,"
His friend begged him to explain himself
"Most willingly" returned the Bishop; in
whatever state l am, first of all look up to
Heaven, and remember that my principal bu-