The southern enterprise. [volume] (Greenville, S.C.) 1854-1870, 1857-01-08


10y her frirnds--a pretty, modest nane-and
by that simple appelia,ionshall she he known
To you. She is certainly not beautiful, but
yet her" look has something excellent tha;
wants a name that at once attracts anu
charms the behol,ler. Her features are by
no means fauilcss, nor her form OF that
etherial mould to which Tie Irquisitors of
Fashion seek TO crainp our modern ladies, but
her counienance is intelligent and expressive,
varying with every changing thought, while
from the liquid depths of those calm, dark
eyes. is mirrored forth an earnes,ness of
thought and purpose, a heart Of purity and
love.
BY her side is her sister, the merry, blue
eyed, captivating Cora. AS she stands there,
arranging her delicate mountain flowers into
u bouquet, she seems the very goddess of
Spring, and | wonder wheil,er her srnny
smile would not call those fair flowers into
existence, and her musical vnice awaken the
birds to repeat again the joyous songs OF
May.
She is slightly taller than her sister, her
form light and symmetrical; her every move
ment artless and full of grace. There is
something irrcsistibly fascinating in her fresh
and giriish beauty, which everywhere elci,s
admiration and wins her hosts of fiiends
Such Is the charming Cora. turn from her
to her aIniablc sister, and am rs sadly per
picked rs was my enamored friend Davis,
who declared, after a pleasan: day with them
on the mountains, that he coull not, for the
life of him, tell which he most admired.
Susie has more dcpil, of feeling. Cora the
greater intensity; SuSie'> happiness is calm
and quiet, Cora's gay and joyous Susie
lives more within herself, Cora in The society
of others; Susie, when disappointed. is sad
and silent, Cora pouts and storms Susie is
more esteemed hy her acquantances, Cora
more petted and fiattered 10y strangers; Su-
sic is the ornament OF home, Cora Of the
gay world Susie would makes wife to love,
Cora to be proud of; Susie the more desir,
able companion for lifetime, (pcrhaps,) Co.
ra for an hour.
There, reader. YOU have been formally in
troduccd to our company, and we trust you
are so well pleased with them as to wish 10
prosecute their acquaintance. might add
to the picture a fill length portrait Of Davis
and myself but he moves about so inccs.
sanity that ] cannot get an impression, and,
besides, insists that his nose is altogether too
big to he thrust into SO goodly n company,
while my lugub,inus plz would throw too
dark colorng over the whole group, and
Mowcler, Jr., would cease To bc u curiosity
Since have alluded to myself however, I
cannot torbear adding that nv funereal face
though better than none, TO he suie--has al
ways boen my greatest misfortune, for, not
wthstanaihg its lolcful expression, i: covers
a rare vein of humor, and have some of
the funniest though his imaginable, yet nc
yer dare TO give them utterance, for merli
mont from me would seem as entirely "un-
| apropos as dancing at II funeral or a laugh
| from Avernus. Such being the case, have
resolved not to say a word about myself and
hope to escape observation by keeping my
companions continually in the foreground.
There is nothing now to hinder us from
proceeding on our journey, and as we have
been so long delayed, we will hurry over the
way in the shortest time possible
The distance from Cn>ar's Head to Table
Rock is about sixteen miles. The road runs
through n wild. broken country, presenting
few objects of interest or worthy Of note
up hill and down hill. over deep ravineS,
steep pitches and crazy bridges. by mira.
Gle we passed them all in safety. and arrived
at our destination at 8 o'clock, j. NJ. 1t
was too late 20 climb the mountan that eve.
! ming, but the novelty of the place furnished
us with varied sources of amusement, aud
we managed to while away the hours very
pleasantly.
The "Old Register" did not escape our
notice. This contains the names of those
who have visited the mountain, together with
prose and poetical effn>ions of little genir<es
ambitious of literary notorety. 1t is certain
ly strange medley. and has The merit of
variety, if no. of wit A careful peruSal
however, convinced us that Table Rock is not
favorte haunt of the MUSES., nor the Re
gistcr mn inspired volume.
After tea our company WAS increased by
the addition of several strangers, aud the
conversation becoming general, and not par,
ticularly interesting, stole away 10 re.
mote part Of the house, usually occupied by
the family, hoping to enjoy an hours fami,
liar chit.chat with the +" old folks" A little
dried up oi lady, Of some eighty years, was
the only occnpan, Of the room. She sat
before Llazing fre, with a dirty ball OF
yarn in her lap, which possibly might once
have been whito, and half finished sock in
her hand, which, with clock.like regularity,
she was urging on ic its completion. As
entered she threw a sharp, quick glance at
4 me, over her spectacles, but my sanc;imoni-
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