Keowee courier. [volume] (Pickens Court House, S.C.) 1849-current, 1857-09-12
MISCELLANY
From the Cincinnati Times.
Pebbles" from Prairie Creek,
by SARAH A. BLAHELY.

Dying--yes, dying, Ah-sighcd the
cool wind OF Autumn, all the lovely flow
erS of earth, all its green robings, and it's
beautiful shrubs are dying. 1 am sent
with my chill breath to wither and blight
before my approaches all things fair and
bright fade and fall and on every side /
see the fading flowers Of Garth, looking at
me with rcproaching eyes. My sister Sum
mer revcls i'll rich array, her breath brings
health and bloom and she reioices in love
illness and strength, but |, ah ] am dread
ed, since | cause the ruin of those fair croa-
lures who dclghted'in the smiles of sum
lncr, but who cannot even clasp my hand
On every side can see the signs of de-
cay where | have breathcd; on every hand
dcsolation is reigning, and sadness DER
spreads every feature. Alas, that should
be thus fatal to all things for gladly would
i WOO them to brighter loyeliness, did they
not shrink at my approach--gladly would
| rise with my fairer sisters, fresh genial
Spring and impulsive Summer, but it may
not be they are warm and tender. / am
cold and chilling; at my caress the beau
tiful buds of earth fall to the ground, strick-
en- to the heart by my fatal touch
So sighed the wind one evening at the
close of day as it saw the fading Of the
flowers, the ground strcwed with leaves
with the many evidences of decay, but |
heard as listened sadly, an angel whose
breath was soft as a zephyr and whose
voice tioated swcetly and gladly from on
high, and whom knew was the angel of
the flowers. heard him sing in grand
pure tones, of the glory of "mountain and
dale" of the surprising beauty of the for
est trees, so justly termed Goods first tom
pies as they waved their lofty tops in the
swaying breeze with their loveliest robes Of
red and purple and pale gold folded bright
ly round them, rendering them loyeicst
in decay.
He sang of the quiet enjoyment VIC saw
in Autumn, Of the glory that rested like a
crown of gold upon the earth, and as L lis
tened, the sighing ceases, and the angel of
the wind sang only of the glorious change,
the bliss of dying. The beautiful angel
sang OF the Resurrection of all things now
passing away, and of the immortal Yerdure
that is unfading in the spirit land; and
the sighing angel was comforted, for he
thought when he caresscd some fraI flow
or and she faded from his embrace, that the
Angel of the Resurrection would take her
to his bosom and in the far off land of beau
ty it should bloom again There no change
could come, there no flowers died, no love-
ly cherished blossoms, the pride and orna-
mcnt of some domestic Eden faded, but all
was bright unending beauty and peace, and
the mournful song was exchanged for one
of Emusic of this world, and breathing of the
joys ofheavcn.
have often listened to the Autumn
breath since then, but the angel of the fall
sings only of the glory of the Resurrection
morning.
GRAPHIC DEscRIpTIoN OF JERUSALEM.
The Jerusalem correspondent of the Bos-
ton Post graphically describes the ruin and
desolate condition of the Holy City He
says:
The women, clothed from head to foot
in white sheets, with their faces concealed
by a black veil, resemble so many ghoules
just risen from their subterranean abodes;
more especially as they have.a great fancy
for cemeteries, where they daily congregate
to howl. No sound of youth-~-thera are
no boys inthe street; no sound Of wheels
there are no carriages the dogs, nancy
and wolfsh, snarl and snap when you dis
turb them in their daily works as scavcn-
gers, and make the liyelong night hdeous
with their contentious; the very birds do
not sing, but cry to each other with dis
sonant cbifp, or complain with harsh muir
mur. From the horrors of the city, five
pass to the cnvirons, we find naught but
bare rocks around stones and dust be-
meath; the bright sun, reflected from every
object, burns into the brain no grass, no
trees, no green thing; the promenades are
acenIeteries- the seats are whited sepulchrcs.
Here have been buried whole generations
of Jews; here are the bones of the Assyri-
an, the Egyptian, the Chaldean, the Per
sien the Greek the Syrian, the Roman,
Saracen, the Crusader, the Turk. In fine,
Jerusalem is naught but 'heap of moul-
dcring bones and shattered houses"
NoDeDY ever lost anything by love-"
said a sane hooking man. That's not true"
said a lady, who beard the remark, "for
once lost three nights aleep"
An Irish soldier, who vas boasting of
his great courage, was asked why he ran
away In battle. g Faith" says Pat, /" me
heart Is bowld asa lion---so it is but [
happened to have pair of cowardly legs,
which always run away with me body, whin
I'd be after the inimy, bad luck to them |"