Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1858-04-08
For the Yorkville Enquirer.
DOTTINGs By THE WAY.

DOTTINGS BY THE A
Mr. Editor lit il sometimes pleasant to get
away, even from the attractions Of Yorkville.-
The love Of novelty is natural to man. An occa-
sional episode from the beaten path Of life-a
finging of ones self out from the daily routine of
business-a glimpse at the world from a new
point Of view-are no less pleasant than ~instruc.
tive. A celebrated German philosopher died at an
old age. having never been more than seven miles
from the place of his birth-we have often won
dered at this seeming want of curiosity in the
great transcendentalist We believe every one
feels at times q desire for change, and it is we'll
that the aspiring artist Of old did not succeed
completely in attaching efficient wings to men.
otherwise they might have turned to birds of
passage. Be this as it may, in a locomotive spir
it. we babe ndieu to Yorkville for a few days.
Columbia lay in our route. The city has not
yet dunned its robes of vernal beauty. A few
weeks and it will rejoice in the bloom of May. We
found it dull-neither business or pleasure pre-
vailing to any great exte.t. Religious revivaIs
were making considerable progress.
From Columbia we took the Greenvile road.
This is decidedly the worst built and worst man.
aged road in the State. The bad judgment dis.
played in its serpentine windings is evident at a
glance. Such little accidents as running of the
track and smashing up a Car or two are ordinary
occurrences. We experienced one Of these unro
mantle adventures. Just below Ninety-Six n
wheel broke and the baggage cars ''pitched into'
a bank of dirt with the nonchalance with which
RANsY SNIFFLE met the personied ground. Judge
WHIrNER was on board, but fortunately no one
Was hurt, and after basking a few hours in the
genial sunshine awaiting the result Of hopeless ef-
forts to launch the disabled train, we were glad
to pursue the seven TENOR of our way in a box
car. Late in the evening, just as the sun was shi.
ming through the tree-tops, we arrived at Cokes-
bury. In this delightful village two or three days
sped by on golden wings. The male and female
schools in this place are in n fourishing condition.
Cokesbury still wears the contented, happy look,
which has always rendered it peculiarly inviting,
and the ladies are no less lovely and affnble than
in the days of yore.
Due West was the terminus of our short journey.
Here we found the students of our alma mater
busily preparing for the Senior Exhibition. which
we had the pleasure of attending on Wednesday
evening, March 31st. The inclemency of the
weather married to n great extent the literary fes-
tival, but tae speeches were fine, and the speak
ers, nine in number, acquitted themselves in a
very creditable manner. Mr.. WALLACE, from
York, was one of the orators.
From every appearance about Erskine, the COL
lege seems in a prosperous condition. The mum
Der of students this year is about one hundred and
thirty. Here we had the pleasure Of meeting our
gifted young friend, W. W. EAST, of Laurens, who
is preparing q volume of poems for the press
Amid the duties Of student life, he writes under
disadvantages; nevertheless, he will make his
mark in Southern literature. We know of none
amid the rising poets of the South likely to out
strip him in the 'race that leads to glory's goal"
His maiden volume will probably be out in June.
Whatever may be its success, We predict that it
will evidence an original genius and a cultivated
taste. We shall look a~n1iously for its advent.
Nothing is so pleasant as these occasional re
turns to the haunts of boyhood. How pleasant
to linger once more in the scenes of past, though
still remembered joys! H"w instructive to reflect
here on the changes in opinion, in belief, in hopes,
in life plans, from the dazzling day.dreams which
splenlored the closing hours of college life. We
thought of ak MARvELL's" delineations, and felt
how true they were. College aud classmates,
how joyous their meeting after years of separation!
Some we met with sober, s%ubdued, c]ontented
looks, which spoke the married man. 1t seemed
strange that those whom We had kuvwnas gay, gal
liant school boys should be found married-we had
almost said-okd men-surrounded by the realities
of life, having long since buried the poetry OF