The southern enterprise. [volume] (Greenville, S.C.) 1854-1870, 1855-10-12
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in answer to our question. svIo 3alI
the truth, l became discouraged by
slight nlisconception, when I was a 7.
young man. I wasn't appreciated.
you know, and all that sort OF thing.
WeH, You see,' said he, in reply to
another question, sit was abeut twenty
years ago, wien I was studying law. .
ana my brother was a medical student
that we both fancied we had wonder.
ful talent for music. SO John bouoht I.
a flute, and / a fiddle, and turning one
of the attics into a study, we praeticed :
there half the night through We
didn't want any one to know about II.
our Father, who had very
strict notions as to the value of time ;.
and to make him think us usefully EN-,
ployed, | had quantities of law books
heaped up, and John had skull and
all sorts OF bones scattered about. We
knew that up it our Study no one could
hear us, but Betsy, the housekeeper.
and as she was our old nurse, we felt
sure she would keep our secret. One
morning, after we had been willing
the long night hours away with our
music, to our OWL mutual delight, we
came down late to breakfast, looking.
L suppose, somewhat unrefreshed.
You mustn't study too hard, boys,'
said our father, CONSIDERABLY.
Yes, SIR said |, grayely.
just then Betsy appeared at the
door, aud looked mysteriously at my
mother.
s Yes, what is It 2" said mother. sur
prised at Betsy's, excited manner.
What is it Betsy 2"
swell ma'am, wish to saw. MAJ :
am, Betsy always spoke in that short.
nipping way, when she was what she
called worked up,'-I must leave you,
ma'am.'
" leave me? why 2 asked mother,
eyes ma'am, it's twenty-five years
that I've been with you, Ina'amgand
it's the boys at last ma'am- / can't
stand it, and amt going to. It'snot
Christian-like, ma'am.'
e "What have tn boys been doing p
asked mother.
"lt's Mr.. John, ma'am, and some
times | think Mr.. Tom helps him. He's
got same poor cretursnpstairs, ma'am.
and he tormehts him awful. Hescreaks
and groans all the might through. Tt
is worse than the heathen. I've stood
it for more nor week. I didn't set
awllk of sleep last night, and what
that poor cretur went through was
dreadful. | know they say such
things must be done by doctors, but
amt going to stay where it is, and I
never thought John was the one to do
it,
And Betsy gave my brother a
look of withering condemnation.
My mother was acute enough to
see that something unusual was going
on in our study, and telling Betsy she
would inquire into it, she dismissed
her for the present.
That was the end of our musical
practice, though not the. end of the
story, tor our father took care, we
should not forget it. 1t was long
time before we heard the last about
that poor cretur up stairs. "-Neao
York Dutchmp0n.
FINE PREAcHISG.-The curse of the
age is fine preaching; it is morbid and
pestilential. The want of the ACE is
plain, Intelligent preaching preaching
suggestive and illustratiye-preaching
absorbing all that eloquenee cau offer;
eloquence adapting itself (witnc..,t
which it ceases tobe eloqueuce) to the
wants and tastes of the people; avail
ing itself of the lights of history Tor IL
lustration, or Of science for confirma-
ton, or ofphilology for elucidasien, and
holding all so aloft that they may reflect
their rays upon the genius Of Chris.
tianity, and develop its superior lristrc.
adaptability and power. To attemptto
say fine things in the pulpit is solemn
sin; and fine sermons Qike all other fine.
ry) are very evanescent in their infiu-
ence. Let the fine sermon system die
out as soon as possible, unless as it is
to God and man. It devolves upon
few men to show to those not gifted
with SO much moral courage that there
is every thing to gain, and nothing to
lose, by the adoption ola more honest
system ofinstrnction. Intelligence will
ever HE away to the man able to teach.
Gos12eL MESSENGER