Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1858-03-11

like to think about it awhile.
They we're married, and left New Orlean
for Rosevile. All of the family liked th'
match very much except Averilla. Sh'
never liked Mrs. DeVere, as an aunt; anc
she felt sure she would like her still less al
a mother. She could not help repining a
her own lot when she looked at the rest o
her family married and living so happily to
gether, while she was alone-and alone sht
lived aud died. Those who would have hel
she would not think of having; and those
whom she would have accepted. never ad
dressed her. She did not live to be old
her temper wore out her frail, delicate frame
She died as she had lived, fretting and com
planning to the last.
The whole family heaved sigh of relic
as the corpse was borne to its final resting
place, not that she was unloved, but tina
there was an end of all care and trouble tt
her upon earth.
Thinking that our readers would like tt
know whether Talula succeeded in her OBJ
ject by sending Isabel away, we will stop il
Florida upon our way home to dear old South
Carolina, and find out if we can, something
about our Indian friends. Before We take
final leave of our heroine, let US pay her Q
parting visit
"Well I declare, there sits Edgar looking
so handsome and young, with large boun
cling boy on his knee: and there stands Isa
bel smiling and happy! Farewell Isabel
farewell Edgar-may you be happy" and
placing one hand upon their baby's head
who wonderingly looks up in our face, We
say, "God bless the little one, and peace be
with this household, farewell"
We next visit Carl Berellie and Flora
They are sitting side by side upon the door
step, while little girl IS totteriug about up
on the green sward in front Of them. They
look perfectly happy and contented. Wish
ing them happy old age, we pass on te
Roseville.
There sits the Judge and his really fine
looking wife upon the piazza. Phillip has
brought in large watermelon and laid ii
upon the bench. 1t looks very ripe and
tempting, and as the Judge cuts piece
and hands to his lady, we are almost per.
suaded to stay and partake with them of one
of the greatest luxuries of the summer sea,
SOD, but time flies, and We must be gone.
We are once more upon the bounding sea,
on board fairy craft, with imagination at
the helm, our faces homeward turned
Landing upon the coast of Florida we find
ourselves once more at the wigwam of Talu.
la. She is not there. A large fierce look
ing Indian related to US the fate Of Talula,
and Oswingo he never came back to the wig.
wan to see Talula after he left to search for
Isabel, but continued his weary search from
day to day and from one end of the country
to the other.
In such a mind as Oswingo's, grief like
all other emotions, was tempestuous. In Isa'
bel he had garnered up all his heart, and
now that she was gone, the remembrance Of
her beauty and her many expressions of re-
gard which might have ripened into love,
clung to him, and was gradually sinking him
down, down, into darkness and death. He
was found one day lying in the woods by a
party of Indian hunters.
Wearily, and with painful expression,
Oswingo raised himself upon his elbow
Il am goiug," he said, 81 am going whence
there is no return. Will you, brave warriors
promise to grant my last request?" They
| all promised that they would.
"Me, then, me shall you bury thus. Not
with lamentations-not with cowardly feal
not with sorrow-not with womanish tears
but with lighted torch and to the music ot
the war whoop. Death is upon me-the
Great Spirit calls me-I must 60, to him dc
l submit"
These we're the last words he spoke. Ht
died just at sun down, and by the time the
preparations for obeying Oswingo's last re-
quest were completed, it was already mid
night. They had procured several canoes
in one of which they placed the corpse as he
had desired, then lighting their torches they
sprang into the canoes, and after getting
some distance from the land they stopped
and then might be heard the Indian wal
whoop startling the wild beasts and Indians
of the forest for leagues around. There wa:
a pause-a deep, deep pause-a sullen splash
and every torch was instantly extiuguish
ed. The warrior had sank to his last home
Telula and Oswingo had been separated
upon earth, but in death they we're not di
vided, for blending with that wild cry which
sounded upon the midnight air was heard
splash Telula and Oswingo we're reunited
and their bodies now rest together beneath
the waters of the deep blue Ocean.
The Indian who narrated the tragic stor.
was one of the hunters who aided at the bu
rial of Oswingo Our story told, and yo'
and I, kind reader, now must part. If tn
perusal of it has amused or interested you
and served to cnliven an otherwise idle o
lonely hour, the writer's end has been accom-
plished.
"Fare thee we'll dear reader, 'tis our common 10
To meet-to separate-and be forgot"
IMMORTALITY OF OUR PUBLIC MEN
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