Keowee courier. [volume] (Pickens Court House, S.C.) 1849-current, 1858-06-26

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tated his mind for some days) being, as
things had become so much tangled up, he
would throw no more impcdiments in the
way of their union, but recommended a
speedy consummation of those ends to which
they had been accustomed to view in the
glimmering future. The services of a mag
istrate were at once demanded, when at the
urgent request of the old man, which was
but little opposed by the young folks, the
"twain were made one ncsh," hence pre-
cluding the necessity ofa repetition of clos
ct sccluslon.
A AMoTHER's LovE.-What sweet poetry
is contained in those three little words
Is there a sentence to be found in any Ian
guage that is more rcpletc with sentiment,
beauty, grace or finish A mothers love
How unceasing arc her efforts in guiding
Alright the footsteps of her children? 4? What
privations will she not endure what peris
will she not encounter for the sake of her
loved ones. From our earliest infancy, tbs
our mother who watches over us with un-
tiring devotion who notes every change in
looks, both in sickness and health, and with
loving arms twined around us, bids us ncs-
tic close up to her breast And ol , with
what perfect confidence we nestle Fear
ing nothing, caring nothing, only to be
nestled more closel y and feel the warm pres
sure of her lips upon our check How our
hearts bound beneath the loveful glances
of her soul lit eyes, as she bends them up
on us beaming with light so pure and ho-
ly (! With what delight does She listen to
our childish prattlc, and observe each win
ming grace How fondly she gazcs upon
us, and what bright future she paints for
us Then, as the thought comes that as
we advance in years, she may be taken from
us, and we be left to the cold charities of
this world, her heartfelt prayer ascends to
tho Throne of Grace, bcsecching Him to
guide and direct our steps, so that we be
prepared to meet her in a brighter and
better world Sorrow may come upon us,
and the world present not one single ray,
yet will our mother cling to us with love
so abiding that her cheerful tones and low
ing words make us forget the worlds rude
and bitter jcsts. Mover, on this earth, can
we find a friend so stcadfast, and one in
whom VIC can ropose such perfect confidence
as our mother. How holy is a mothers
love !
A SENSIBLE THING FROM Mr.. EVERETT.
Edward Everett, in letter apologizing
for not attending the dedication of a new
school house, closes his letter thus:
owe must not rest satisfied with gene
raj impression that our schools arc in very
satisfactory condition. There is some dan
ger that snowy accomplishments, such as de-
clamation and English composition-often
prematurely attempted-and dramatic ex-
hibitions-which seem to me wholly out of
place at school-,will occupy the time and
thoughts of teachers and pupils, to the neg
lect of thorough instruction in reading, wri-
ting, arithmetic, grammar, geography, his
tory, ahd Christian morality, and other
branches of solid English education"
THE Albany Statesman of Saturday,
says: "Among the numerous horde of
'quack advertisers that infcst our cities. is
one we'll known in this cighbourhood, who
advertised in some Southern papers, that
whoever bought of him certain talisman
and put it into bag which he was to hang
around his neck in such manner that the
bag should always be kept near his heart,
"oSi", ~ iohS oS Ie hepI possession OF the
talisman, be fortunate in whatever under
taking he might embark This talisman
was the dried eyes of Egyptian roostcrs, OBJ
tanned from some sarcophaguses which had
been exhumed on the banks of the Nile
This bait took. a letter was received
day or two ago, from lawyer in South
Corolna, inclosinga$50 bill--the sum char
ged for the talsman'-a pair of ROSTERS,
bought in State street, were deprived of
their peppers, which are undergoing the
drying process previous to being sent to the
South Carolina lawyer. Readers may look
on this as hoax, but we have the story
from citizen who saw the letter opened,
which contained the money and the quack
advertisement"
ALL men have their frailties. Whoever
looks for friend without imperfections will
never find what hesceks; we love ourselves
with all orr faults, and ,ye ought to love our
friends in like manner.
WY are thorc so few convices in the
Michigan Penitontiary this ycar?" asked
Sans friend o day or two since "Wby,p.
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