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

A. perfect woman nobly plapaed, y.
To warn, to comfort and command, ..
And yet, spirit still, and bright
With something of an angel light. ="
WORDSWORTH.
Is not frst love only another name forLal
g.e No delusiou is more generally preya
lent among young persons, noyelists, ant
uevel.readers, than that the frenzy, SANDER
oasly called d6rst love- Is something NOR,
excellent, more. pure, and more exalted, thar
any emotion which the heart can everafter
wards experience. 70 Suppose this, would
be to imagine the affections more, pefect,i IL
an 7uncultiRated state, than after the kindly
Influences Of kindred spirits had flown upon
them the taste more correct than after = il
was improved by study and observation, and
the judgement more profound than after i
was schooled by experience and enabled te
survey larger segment. Of life.> An old
writer calls poetry the wine Of demons but
the appellation would better. apply to thai
wild, passionate gust Of feelings-thas first
putting forth ofthe affeetions-that FIRST blind
cropping in the mysterious realms Of love-
When. the Etna. burst has passed away, aud
the singeing and crushing lava-tide subsi
ded, from the ashes, Phnnix like, may rise
pure and steady fame burning on and ON,
co.existent with the lamp Of life, and only
going out with its last flicker: By chance
the same object may be retained, but more
frequently, new and noble object calls forth
from its depths, the best and most enduring
affections of the heart, Mrs. Browning has
the idea: q. - .' -
"Thus; twas granted me
To know he loved me to the depth and height -
OF such large natures, ever competent, ,,.
With grand horizons by the laud or; sea, ~
To loves grand sunrise. Small spheres hold small
Blu. he iessi largely, as man can love, u, -: =
Who, bafled in his love, dares live his life, g., .
Accept the ends which God loves, for his own,
And lift constant aspect" ~. 49,. ..,
- Two years had passed since the events
narrated in the last chapter, transpired. Two
Seara-whata change the feelings may un-
dergo in that brief time! Victor Living
ston was certainly quite a different person
from what he was, when pulled from his seat,
hezwas led up half reluctantly, by Charles
DeYere, to become the fanatical Brahmin
Of. the brilliant Estelle Dalton. Since then
he,had poudered much on that. most insolu-
Bile of mysteries--Voman. His conception
Of what. she should, be-, as NELL as his
knowledge of, what she really was, as met in
thepetsicoat parade Of everyday lfeS had
been improved bystudy and reflection, Yet
Victor vas still a dreamsr-who is not! AS
he meditated on his past life, he fancied a
resemblance between himself and Prince
Ahmed in the Arabian Tale. His older
brother had won the beautiful Nourounihar,
but t.uurepipingly he went forth IN search Of
his arrow, which We mar suppose to typify
bis ssseis}, and 10 it was the fairy Pari Ba-
now, who infinitely excelled in beauty and
Wit the Princess he had just lost, and whose
magnificent palace, sparkling with diamonds
and gold, far outshone the wealth and sl'len,
dour.o of bis fathers rich domain that heaven
had, reserved for him. Such was the splen-
did day.dream ofVietors - % - =
Glce mofe he. vas at a lettersd Festival.
A bright circle Of "sweet girl-graduates''
eatheredaround the rostrum "Whois thatf"
asked he turning to his friend Claude Sgd
denham, and pointing: to some one in the
glittering ring. "Who-that lady with re-
dundaut golden tresses?" 'tNo, I mean
not the lily-it is thp moss;rpse by her side.
Do you not see that 'transccpdeat beauty
with s'strong leaps of meaning in her sud
den eyes?' How vividly she recalls the ver-
ses of Byron:
She walks in beauty like the night
OF cioudless climes and starry skies.
And all that's best of dark aad bright
@ Meet in her aspect and her eyes.
"Do you not know her Claade?" -.
go yes" responded his friend, "that ia
Miss Nora Clifton; but then, Victor, l do
not think her near so beautiful as the golden
lily on her left" -.
,f"Not 50 beautiful, rejoiued Victor, ap-
parently lost in come delishtfulrever:e; "not
so beautiful-look at those eyes,. DO you not
remember poe's description of the eyes Of
his lady y.love9
.-. "Thou, a ghost, amid the eutooming trees
Didst glide away. ONLY thine eyes remained,
They would not go-they never yet have gone ~
HNora did you call her? Her eyes will not
go awaB-so tender, so earnest, so express.
sive! Claude, do you believe me? IHould
rather look into their earnest depths, than
listen to the pert nonsense of the thousand
Aippant bellies who are simpering around
US. Why do people wish to talk when they
can look :? One isa slow mechanical process
the other is electric. do love sun-bright,
soul,lit eyes; yesswhich flash more than lon
guage can convey; yes, In which a bright
soul is brightly mirrored !; yes, in which the
varying emotions. float and flow like the swells
of%musio--yes, all poetry"
ssWhy Victor, you are as completely raw
ishsd as Solomon was by the Queen Of Sheba.
I must manage to introduce you, perhaps
shereau cure you of the eye-fever--or kill
you-I scarcely know which is best. If
you prefer it, will contrive it SO that you
shall only reoeivoau introduction to her eyes,
which can easily bedone by boring two holes
through plank, at the proper distance a
part. The old play, "peep fool, peep broth.
er, why can't one fool peep at another" will
make an excellent Introductory ceremony"
"Nonsense :" said Victor, turning to speak