The Carolina Spartan. [volume] (Spartanburg, S.C.) 1852-1896, 1857-10-15
CAROLINA SPARTAN,
From Dickens Household Words.
How the Old Love Fared.

One morning the sun shone gloriously
from his blue home in the skies athwart a
few pale clouds. Then its rays fell dis
. heartened aud cold on some two or three
hundred yards of murky atmosphere, be.
meath which lay a "rising town."
The streets were somthing narrow, and
the houses were euriously jammed, and b ad
/, a permanently blackeued look; but what
they lacked in size and beauty they compen-
stated for in number. Seafaring men stood
talking in groups at the corners of the
crossings. Every pair of trousers in the
place was more or less C:aubed with tar:
and some of those who wore them were fine
staiwart specimens ot the Saxon race. witt,
bullet head, bulldog neck, handsome ,nn.
gurnt face, aud crisp fi8L yellow GU h
Smait boys y 69A geafs cid wore lheir
fathers aSn y estegs -
! Que josticd another a. ,lq {ases3 ai6r;r
tbs stfsets; ai'ethes yoyug' as was e u1f,i6
VfR eoast l,,t1e solg 9fa tiy fashion, IN
sceang nis t7ASlAfav' ulWks syi5 hotd
lag on oy preiect;oAs MOTTO be d;sc@ned by
ordinary eyes, He fell more than once.
and from tair height too, but rose notbiug
daunied, aud doggediy recommend the
ascent. They all wore a reckless selfreli
ant air. and were, i suppose, of the proper
stock to make British sailors. Even Tho
less respectable Of the women who were
wrangling among the men, differed strange
~ from tue faded worn out objects who are
daily placed before the magistrate in our
London police courts. Their laughter was
loud, their voices deep, their limbs massive.
Very yerile indeed they looked, and were.
Further on to the right, some s,upendous
works we're in course OF construction. Thews
and sinews were 10 be seen there. sucl, as
only England produces toiling dosgedly
aud perpe,uslly, Steam engines of various
forms and uses weie toijAg also after their
fashion -.ie'a t. Ddi.p aaAar "a, AL here
- runir wat"r ,irsiiss base. tier,
@S'f - '|F nJ.Ses IiSaggin.
,-aos5, fe ep / ,L.rv 80
a"'te osd- % ~, a. .,- aui cared ,,s,
'naJ no hrsy 'nlD usi-p ;l.ey were
~ the ott Fanm'ts ftreisue,s are so mncl,
sntten with When iheq ste them, in th.
dray-carts IN London, very carefully tended:
many OF them are gaiy ornamented with
ribbons, plating of hair, brass settings, and
the like, according to the taste and ability
OF the man who looked after each particu
. lar horse. The works themselves were
well worth an examination. The workers
were pushing out .groius aud breastipgo
which must have astonished the sea as
they gradually forced it out of its old land.
marks.
1t happened more than once iha. it had
IN the night time arisen and reyenpe6 itself
and that IN few hours the labor of months
had been swept away. But tie next day
saw men calmly setting 10 work to repair
the damage with double care, and replace
the wall with fourfold strength. More than
score OF broad acres were already redeemed
from the salt waters. Here and there
might he observed thoug men
Standing, watching keenly and with con-
tracted brows the progress of things.
Standing rather apart with folded arms
and profoundly discouraged air, Young
gentleman was likewise gazing round him.
lie was broad -shouldered, rather und er.sized.
but not iil-ipade and muscular. lie had
iuli blue eyes, quantity of hair of a tawny
red, large mouth. garnished with a set Of
capital teeth. Naturally his smile was con.
slant, bright aud jovial; but now il was
considerably overcast He walked mn 70
one OF the contractors with the air of
effort.
"rhen you do not see any prospect of
employment for me, Mr.. Langfordm
"No, do not indeed, Sellon. You see
Kenny manages it all, and he has tho cash
That place would have just suited YOU. and
you would have done the work far better
than Renny's nephew. It's not the RIGHT
man IN the right place, Stephen. But the
man IS in the place. and right will not turn
him out, while might keeps him in. Pm
very sorry for il, Stephen, but it cannot be
helped" 20
"Well, goodbye, then, Langford. shall
DO a. Wesdon on Sunday" They shook
1t was Sunday in the old town Of W.,
don; and the cracked bell Of laroe church
was changing forth its invitation 10 the peo.
Pile to enter its opened doors. 1t was an
old church you might tell that, by its
strange, high, numbering pews, which no
1evout young Oxford curate had swept vet
away. The windows wero cobwebbed and
iusty, with here and there pane of staiu.
ID glass in quaint pattern; these were dis.
.ribnted with perfect irregularity. These
windows looked on TO the backs of gloomy
iouses, and on to worn gravsstones, where
he forefathers Of those who now stood
here slept. Long, tangled, sickly grass
.wined about the gravestoncs; one or two
were ornamepted with marigolds and oys.