The Carolina Spartan. [volume] (Spartanburg, S.C.) 1852-1896, 1857-12-10

| terfere with your inclnations, pray insert a
| piece ofturkey. l assure YOU il is a rich
and spicy ARTICLE" said Desmond. =
"Takethat man out immediatelyf'la laugh
ingly exclaimed Friggins. one Of the must
clans, 'or shall drink wine no more for.
| ever" ,-- -,
"rhep, my dear Friggins," replied Des.
mond, like King Henry, it may be said OF
you, from this night, "He never smiled
again." 49,
Nov, by all that is impossible to bear
exclaimed Friggins, amidst roar of laugh
ter from the company, "did mortal ever
hear the like Of thai!'
Mr.. Johnson, bless my soul, what are
doingr said Desmond, observing tha, gen.
tleaan eating very sparingly.
"He is distributing pie, should think"
replied Fire.eater, "judging from the appear.
ance of his plate"
"Mr. Johnson does not see the point"
said Fdggins."
MY good Friggins, replied Johnson, at
would take a sharper eye than mine to de.
ieet anything like point in anything
which you have said 10 ,night;a period would
suit my purposes as well just now"
81 dc declare" said Friggins, rlavfully,
l~izing carving knife from the table, 81
shall be under the painful necessity Of illus
trating my remarks by cuts, before you can
see the point"
"Welf done for Friggins!" climed in over
dozen voices.
"fou are already in possession OF good
sized fron,ispiece, Ftiggins," re,orled John.
son IN e Il,
tween the eyes and mouth of that worthy,
which he dared TO call nose.
81 am, aware of that fact" aughingy re-
piled Higgins; 81 nose it we'll"
And thus were jokes passed, and retorts
given, until almost every one of the hume.
rous dishes were empty. The dishes aud
cloth were then removed. and fine wines
aud liquors and segars took their vacant
places only 10 meet with like fate.
II is not our purpose. nor do we feel dis
posed, 10 describe what now took place
the songs which were sung, the toasts which
were given, and the music which was per.
formed. Wine, toasts, songs and nstru
mental music were all excellent-the latter
especially. The combined melody Of yio-
Inns, flutes. guitars, harp and piano, may be
imagined far better than described, and the
shower Of exquisite music, that filed and
sanctlfed the parlor Of Desmond Drayton
upon this occasion. is us far above tho powers
OF description, as the blue of heaven is
above the yerdure of earth.
Pity thai music should be prostauted.-
pity that her honeyed tones do not linper.
ever and alone, amid all that is pure, love
y aud Of good report! Pity that her voice
may be heard in the abodes Of vice, rs
well as in the homes of the pure in heart.
Pity that she Supplies the rum madlened
brain of the drunkarl with the same song
with which she luls the little child 10 sweet
sleep and innocent dreams. Let not the
reader suppose that these remarks are par
ticularly applicable to the party now Assem-
bled in Desmond's paror. True, there was
much wine drunk, many queer songs sung.
and an unusual degree Of mirth and con
viviaity manifested; but every man present
was man Of sober and profound judgment,
who partook of and enjoyed such seasons
as these as he would stop TO pluck wild
Hover in his patn not because 1t was ne.
CeSSdry, but because it was pleasant and
agreeable. Desmond had been feeling sad
ever since his arrival in Woodvile; he
could neither read, write, nor anything else.
~ dark cloud was lowering over his head
deep, chilly, shadow was creeping over his
heart, which made him wretched For
these reasons had he called together his m.
Innate friends and associates. whom we
now find assembled in his cottage. Many
OF them were hard working men, who had
been cIoseted in dull Offices, studies, and
Sanctums for many long day and weary
night busily engaged in brain work for the
benefit of their fellow men. To such class
of men, such social gatherings as the pres
ent was OF rare occurrence, and enioyed
with zest far above the comprehension of
the masses. But we must proceed with our
story.
The little clock upon the mantel had inst
struck twelve, the guests had all departed.
except LionelI Evans, who now stood with
Desmond upon the piazza, admiring the
IoveiineSs of the moon-illumined night.
"You are feeling sad, Desmond, arc YOU
not! SAID lionel alecIionalely, placing his
hand upon Desmond's shoulder.
GLOW can | help it, my dear fel!owl" re
piled Desmond.
"Do you strive against such feelngs!''
asked lionel.
AYES, Lionel, do strive; and yet know
not why, but begin TO feel very unhappy"
"Now, Desmond" replied LionoII, when
Mrs. Woodsworth obtained the place of
governess in unce's family, throu gh your
influence, and you persuaded him TO send
her child TO fashionable school at yourex-
pcnse, did you not gay to me, that you
would feel happy now, so long as Mrs.
Wordsworth be kept in ignorance regard
ing the part that you are acting in the
matterl"
81 did tell you as much" replied Des-
mond.
"Wbat then is the cause Of your sadness,
since your plans have succeeded so admira-
bly,, and Mrs. Wordsworth so comfortably