Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1857-12-24

ed: Surely you have not read plays lately
Mr.. Randolph, or you would rot present
this book to Miss -; it is too lascivious
for her eyes
lie Immediately ran his eye over the
page; then took the book out of my hands
and Immediately endorsed on the back mot
fit for Bet Then, turning to me, he said
. with warmth
You have done me an infinite service sir
I would not for worlds do aught to sully the
purity of that girls mind. | had forgotten
those plays, sir. or they would not have found
place in my box. | abominste as much
as YOU do. sir, that vile style of writing
which is intended to lessen our adherence
of vice, and throw ridicule on vrtuous con-
duct You have given me the hint, sir
Come assist me in looking over all these
books, lest some other black sheep may have
found its way into the flock
We accordingly went through the whole
box but found no other volume deserving Of
condemnation, much to Randolph's satisfac-
ton. He then presented me with several
books as keepsakes; and he wanted to add
several more, but | had to decline positively
His generosity knew 10 bounds; and had I
been avaricious of mental food, | might have
become possessed of half his travelling libra
ry.
On the fifth of April, we landed about
noon. The wind had changed since Ran
dolph predicted that we would strike 'Sliyo
Head ; and we first saw the high mountains
of Donegal The atmosphere was beautiful
ly clear, and We ran along the coast near e.
nough to see the houses, &c. Towards night
Randolph, said to me:
We'll, sir, now believe the anecdote re-
lated by Arthur Young. In his notes on
Ireland he says, that one day farmer took
his son young boy, some distance from
home, in the county Meath. They came to
a tree; the boy was astonished, stopped, and
asked, Father what is that?' never having
seen one before. Here have we been sailing
along the Irish coast for whole day, and
not single tree have I yet seen.
1t was too true. Barren are the noun
tains of Donegal, no trees to be seen and it
is no wonder that an American should be
struck with astouishment, just arriving from
his own we'll wooded shores.
The moon was shining brightly when we
came up with the Island of 'Ratlin,' or
sRaghery,' but the tide ran so stronsl y against
us we passed it very slowly, notwithstanding
we had stiff breeze in our favor. As Mr..
Randolph gazcd upon its rugged shore, he
said:
s7Hat island l have wished much to see,
sir suppose that you are aware that its
inhabitants are most peculiar race. They
look down with contempt upon the 'Conti-
nent,' as they call Ireland (only three miles
distant J and the greatest curse known to
them is, May Ireland be your latter end
They have their own laws and usages; inter-
marrying among themselves pay great def
erencc to their landlord and priest smayJle
a little for an honest livelihood; and the Sc
verest punishment practiced among them is
Punishment to Ireland. I.
Mex we ran down the Channel, passing
and meeting hundreds Of vessels, from the
stately Indiaman to the small fishing smack.
The American vessels were easily discovered
from the British, by their white canvass,
bright sides, and sharp boughs. 1t was Il
very exciting scene. aud Randolph was in fine
spirits.
The sight of Old England brought back
the olden time to his memory, and he shed
tears of delight
Thank God exclaimed he, chat ] have
lived to behold the land Of Shakespeare, Of
Milton, of my forcfathors' may her great
ness increase through all time
1t was past eleven o'clock at night when
we reached the dock, aud we remained on
board till next morning. Before parting,
Randolph said to me, Il do not wish you to
tell any one that I am here do not covct
any attentions at present, sir. l have come
to England to see, and n0tto Jc $'en; to hear,
ond not to be heart. I do not want to be
made lion of, sir. "" understand me-
| have formed friendship for you, which |
hope will be continued, sir and when you
come to London, you must instantly inform
Inc of your arrival there is my address,
sir. God bless YOU and remember you tell
your father not to gire you ~hishy Punch Or
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