Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1858-10-14

Nor all the drowsy syrups Of the world
Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep
Which thou owd'st yesterday, -
81 g.. g.: SHAE.sREARr. .
And now Victor Iisingston was Happy
mau---haPpy in thsconteutmeut of the home.
circle-happy in the fove-the devotion Of
fond wife, and happy too, in the grati6ca.
tion of every ambitious dream. 1t is fact
which should sustain US under every dificul.
ty, which should buoy US up under every
misfortune, that none are necessarily and
continuously unhappy, hut those who forsake
the path of rectitlde. What are at the
time esteemed mistortunes, are frequently
blessings in disguise, and so long as peace
and quietude Of conscience are preserved,
the external circumstances which surround,
may thwart and annoy, but they cannot
crush the heart that is truly brave. After
all that We read ia partial history ef .he
splendid achievement of military heroes
moral courage-the determination TO resist
the evil promptings Of the heart isthe only
species of fortitude which really dsserveaour
appreciation. Notwithstanding the blight
of his first golden dreams, Victor was happy,
for though he ad1oFed trustingly, confding.
ly, depotedly-as fearless heart will love-.
when deceived, he coon learned to despise,
and sought elsewhere for that ideal synony.
my of his own sonl, which the virtuous pre-.
sentiments of his intrepid spirit and lofty
aspirations told him would not be sought in
vain
It is pleasant to dwell at length on the
triumphs of virtue, and to linger amid DO
mestio scenes, whore sincerity, good sense,
devoted love, and cultivated taste, have
united in contributing to the sum of happi-
ness; but the duty of the historian and the
unity of truth, require US to record one
chapter which we would gladly pass over in
silence. Victor Livingston was now in the
tide of prosperity-politieal honors were
heaped upon him-he was brought out as the
Democratic nominee. for the -- Congress
sional District, with every prospect of sue
-oess. During the canvass, in the summer Of
49,, he. visited the village of -. +, An
incident recalled 10 his mind the days Of
aauld lang syne." On the evening Of his
arrival, after an angry political discussion,
while sitting with his friends in the piazza
Of the Hotel, their attention was suddenly
called to disturbance in neighboring bar
room. Blows were evidently dealt, aud they
fastened to part the combatants How ter
rible the scene which met their eyes in this
little hell! On the floor lay man welter-
ing IN blood and grooming in the last ago.
ries of death. Above him stood the mur.
derer, his bloody hand still clutching the
reeking knife. Before the majesty of death
his courage forsook him-the fumes of the
winecup passed away from his mind-he
dashed down his weapon, and would have,
fed, like the Hebrew murderer, from the
face of man. But the stern hand ofjustice
was upon him-Jack Wilder was prisoner.
The ghastly scene was soon over, and
turning to friend, Livingston asked, "who
is the murderer "0ne of the most de-
graded black.legs that has ever disgraced
our village" was the reply. "He married a
beautiful lady, once the boast Of town-per-
haps you have heard of Estelle Dalton p
who has firted more beaux than most ladies
can boast of, who finally, as the bloom of
youth was passing from her cheeks, united
her destiny to this wretch" nEstelle Dal-
ton !' exclaimed Victor iucredulously-."and