Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1857-03-19


on paper any adequate idea of their magical
spleudor, or sparkling, flashing beauty, as
seen from the wifaows of our private resi-,
dcnces. The more public streets were throng-
ed with dense mass, swarming round and
round like ants upon an ant-hill-or when
one looked at the whole mass rather than its
individual PARTICLES, like some great cauldron
slowly boiling up to the brim and subsiding
again. From different portions of Pcnnsyl-
vania Avenue, with Kissing sounds and bursts
of light almost binding, fiery serpcuts sprang
into the pure atmosphere, with the grace and
lightness Of winged arrows, ,uock;ng the
stars with their transient brilliarcy, and then
falling hack in clusters of starry showers. -
An assembly general of all the "igneS t"t"1'
in the world on the "miky ~oy' suddenly
fallen from the sky, arc the only things We
can compare this magical and fairy-like dis
play to. They succeeded each other, too,
with wonderful rapidity and precision. Their
color varied in ascending, and sometimes
the motion was changed, and they seemed
to chase each other with dazzling brightness
and rapidity. Now it was star, whirling
round and round like crown Of living dia-
monds; then showers of Illuminated flowers,
came Pickering before our eyes.
1t was like the effect produced by a sud-
den burst of music. We will not enter into
a matter of fact explanation of these beauti-
full illusions, for we dislike the spirit that
pleases itself by tracing effects to causes,
where the only result of the research must
be the utter annihlation of all romance, and
the extinction of all wonder. In our life we
never could endure to know the machineries
of objects that are to US the wonders of the
earth. We turn away from explanations
and demonstrations these murderers of all
poetry and romance, with our fingers in our
ears. No, let US be child still. Let steam
boat be still to US sort of monster fish, that
moves of its own accord, its paddle fins let
a railway train be still to usa dragon, which
issues from the tunnclled bowels of the earth,
snortng smoke and fire from the nostrails of
its huge metallic head let silks and paper,
and all the rest of the magical manufactures
of the day be still to us the products of mag
ic art.
And now, dear readers, of the "Courier," "
we must part. Our voice may never again
reach you in your distant homes. We have
gone into sitting mobs, in overheated rooms,
where We have been elbowed, suffocatcd, and
wearicd that we might present you with pic
lures of Questionable life," as it exists in
the metropolis of the nation.
But there is another phase Of life here
that we have not presented to you. There
is holy ''domcstic lifc"-there are quiet
homes and cosy parlors-"homcs" where
abide the deepest springs of social life
"homcs" where gentle memories steal upon
us with the shadows of the twilight, and for
ever tapestry the walls-quiet 6rcsides, that
the whirl of gay life here cannot encroach
upon-a phase of life utterly unknown to
the temporary dwcllers at our hotels.
If We have contributed one moment of
happiness to your winter hours-if we have
relieved Il passing hour of solitude or discom-
fort-Shortencd a dreary evening, or made
rainyday more endurable-wc are repaid.
We speak not here of the greater happiness
in the evidence We have before us, that our
inmost thoughts have found their echo in
far away hearts, kindling pleasant emotions,
and warming generous aspirations.
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