Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1857-11-19

side, something unusual iu the Senate, to
hunt up his authorities aud proofs, he com
menced his speech. Severe and crushing,
as it was, he yet preserved the dignity of
parliamentary courtesy. At times, indeed:
it was difficult for him to restrain some burst
of fierce indignation and of wild passion
The old leaven was in him, and it seemed
that it auould come out--but he managed to
keep within the bounds of propriety, and to
hack Sumner numerically with the weapons
of logic and invective, without violating
either the rules of the Senate, or the pro-
prieties of debate If there was ever an
excuse for such violation, then was the
time. - '.'
On both days, the Senate was crowded to
suffocation. He was fortunate individual
who could get even place to stand. The
ladies were out in full force-as well on ac-
count of the Judges great popularity and
extensive acquaintance among them, as from
the fact that they appear, in all climes, to
applaud manliness and despise poltroonery.
Judge Butler fully approved of the course
Of Brooks. And, yet, l have no doubt it
was the source of sincere regret to both of
them, to the day Of their deaths, that the
necessity of such thing should even have
occurred Not on their own account, but
because of the uproar it created in the North,
and the use which vile politicians made Of it
for the advancement of the Black Republican
cause For weeks after the occrrence,
Brooks received scores of anonymous letters,
abusing and insulting him in the most out
rageous terms, threatening him with assas-
sination, telling him his life was not secure
even in his own lodgings, or at the capitol,
and otherwise seeking to annoy and terrify
him. The miserable miscreants who EN-
ployed these mean, instruments Of revenge,
little knew the character of the man.
When Brooks died, it was agonizing to
witness the grief of. Judge Butler. He
hung over his lifeless form as if he could
willingly have gone to the grave with it
He loved Brooks as is he had been his own
son, (and who was there that knew Brooks
at all that did not love him Z? After that,
Judge Butler was the same man no more
Often have met him on the Avenue late at
night, walking silently along, absorbed in
his own thoughts, and seemingly unconsci-
Gus of where he was going, or what he was
doing. ..... - .-..-
His speeches, during the latter. part Of
his life, were somewhat disconnected and in
coherent, from the lack of preparation but
the fire of his genius blazed forth in all of
them. Sometimes he would seem to be
struggling for an idea, and the hearer would
be expecting failure, when he would sud-
denly break out in some forcible and bril-:
liant defamation, or some apt and appro-
pirate historical allusion. No better classic.
al scholar graced the Senate.-and no one
whose mind was more literally stored with
the lore of the past. q.
But he and Brooks, both now sleeps be-
meath the soil of that South Carolina which
they so tenderly loved. With each, the
love of their State was passion. No blot
upon her escutcheon would either of them
allow: The one, young and full of promise
the other, old and full Of wisdom, have
been cut down by the inevitable messenger.
If, in any future time, South Carolina should
number the equal of either among her sons,
let her cherish him as becomes one of the
proudest and most gallant States of the Con-
federacy