Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1856-10-30
apoETRy AND THE PRACTICAL"

be paid out Of the funds of the Board" These
two items only nrc worthy of mention.
aPOETRY AND THE PRACTICAL"
Col. SUMNER edits his Agriculturist cleverly.-
The farmer-reader may not be so enthusiastic on
the subject MS we are; his notiohs-just rs our
course of life is-may be different; one may be
charmed with dry array of facts which would
effectually frighten away the other. Nevertheless,
we have right to our own predictions, and they
are such as make the elegant and polished style Of
Col. SUMMERS Agricalturallabors eminently attrac
tive and therefore instructive and profitable. We
have been entertained with his October No.-and,
1--WE never did it before, we have read every word
of it from title page to 'fnis.' mention of some
of the topics which he has made interesting to u.s.
will add to the complment-for instance Am
mona and its value; Report on Sweet and Irish
Potatoes: Theory and Practice Of Horticulture
Peach Culture; Small Grain Crops; On the Use
of Solution of Chloride of Lime as q Steep for
Wheat; the Duties of an 0verseer; Gentleman
Farming, and-but we haven't room for the entire
book. All these have about them an air of the
'spoetical" as well as very palpablc tendency to
the "practcar the union of which will render
the toughest theme readable and valuable.
But to carry out the idea, we must mention par
ticularly novelty in the number before us-the
"Report on Poetry; its value as Source of His
torc information, ami, also, as q Solace to the
Husbandman," read before the Newberry Agricul-
tural Society. by our friend Howard II. CALD-
wELE, Esq. Whynot Our friends poem is its
own apology, carrying with it an irresistible plea
to be read and heard around the freside in the
country. Poetry is not foreign to the farmers
life there is more oft, than in all the world be-
sides, along the walks of his industry and cluster
cd around the simple attractions Of his home
Point him to q genuine sentiment-he will recog-
nze ii as q household word, one Of his household
treasures. 1t is not thus
:How hard to raise the common scenes ofhfe
To that high place where poetry should stand !!
More truthful the prosaism, that it is hard to
let down our high-strung notions to that everyday
sphere in which true poetry and the genuine poet
are most ut home. But our Laureate has sur
rendered handsomely-his poem is capital per-
formance, finely in character, wcll-thought-on and
well-written.
By the way, our poet and his agricultural poe
try bring it to mind that our portfolio contains
another clever effort ofhis in the same direction
sent to us as a sample of his translating Of BER-
ANGER. 1t comes in here admirably. With its
charming adornings of the pcetcal and the loving,
the morul is most wickedly practical. The ladies
will find the point somewhere near the close of it,
in italics. We shall call it,
The Hunter and the HIilkmaid.
The lark, who scarcely has arisen,
Begins 10 sing glorious day:
Come with thy hunter seek the wood,
Maiden of love he'll talk to thee.
Dearest Springs earliest flowers we'llpluck,
While rambling in the early dew
Hunter l fear my mothers frown,
must not waste my time with you"
"Maiden! thy mother and her goat
Are far away behind behind the hill;
list to this song the maidens sing
Who in yon ancient castle dwell;
For she who sings this tender song
Can make most inconstant true
s'Hunter! know one sweet as that,
must not waste my time with you!'
"Then learn Of me the wondrous tale,
How, once, jealous barons ghost
Bore to the grave the lovely one
Whom erst in life he had espoused;
This tale ''when darkly lowers the night,
Thrills every listeners bosom thro-"
Hunter, that tale know full we'll,
must not waste my time with you"
"rl teach thee prayers, whose potent spell
Avails when hungry wolves are nigh;
To conquer witchcraft or the curse
Of those who have the evil eye.
Guard, lest some angry bcldam cast
On thy young life, a spell Of woe
''Hunter! my rosary is here
must not waste my time with you"
"Well see this brilliant cross Of mine,
Count Ger it's precious jerels well-
How would the world admire its light
If Ger maiden's breast it fell.
Take it, no matter what it cost,
But yet-some thanks perhaps are due
''How beautiful talk, hunter dear,
l am not wasting time with you.''