Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1859-07-14
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Your father had engaged board lot you in
very select private family; and, as the om'
nibus passed through the crowded, busy,
busting streets, you were wondering, ever
so much, what kind, of parsonage Mrs
Dazzle would prove. You knew. that she
was wealthy and refued--that she was re-
earded as a woman Of taste, liberal accom-
pIishments and exceedingly beautiful with
al. You knew, that she kept servants IN
livery-that she gave fashionable parties,
balls. soirees and all thatkind Of thing-you
knew all this but there came over your sim
pie heart something (was it regret! . that
made you sigh very deeply, as you thought
of the snug old farmhouse away OH, IN the
woods.
The omnibus halted before magnificent
residence, and the president Of the Semina'
ry politely assisted you to alight. As your
little feet touched the marble pavement, and
your wondering eyes scanned the tall, elegant
building, you found your teeth pressed ever
so firmly upon your quivering lips, and the
tears flowing ever 50 freely. down your flush.
ed cheeks. What cared you about the gilt,
tering plate upon the door-the Turkish
carpets and magnificent furniture in the
hall? What cared you about the courtly
bow of the porter;-the kiss of Mrs. Daz;
zle herself? True, the polished walls were
hung with paintings from the inspired pen
ellis of the greatest masters of art-true,
the marble-top tables were ladened with the
products of mind-true, the vases were
freighted with the most gorgeous flowers,
breathing the mostexquisite fragrance-true,
there were evidences of taste, wealth and
refinement all around you; but ah the poor
home-siek heart yearned after the old home
the dear voices there-the loved faces be-
side the hearth-stoue-
"The whl,ewashed wall the nicely sanded floor,
The vanished clock that clicked behind the door
Am I not relating your real experience, and
does not your heart even now feel somewhat
of the chill, the loneliness and desolation of
that never-to-be-forgotten hour? Don'tyou
remember how you longed to retire to the
privacy of your chamber?-how little you
ate at the supper table? Don't you remem-
Der how your heart sunk within you, when
you learned that you were MOTTO sleep alone
She was beautiful oh! so beautiful =
but, then you wanted to have a good cry
when you were in your room-you wanted
to read some passages from the little moroc'
co covered Bible, which dear papa had slip
ped into your trunk. You wanted to knee
before your fathers God before you closec
your eyes; but, oh! my, how your tinid, girl
ish heart shrank from these obligations IL
the presence of a stranger. -
Together YOU -asaandad- tho oarpatsd+ STAIR
case and entered your sleeping apartment
You seated yourself beside the window il
silence; while Lula-your companion-pre
pared to write a letter. She saw you, as you
bowed your head upon the ndow-sill-she
heard that low sob, which you tried SO hare
to stife and the human nature within he1
(sublime even in its ruins y was aroused
She knew what that sob meant-she knew
why those tears were trickling down you
cheeks and through your little 6ngers-she
knew that kind of language very we'll
and her inner ear caught the sound o
the unuttered cry: "I aoant mother !-
Don't you remember how that little white
arm glided around your waist, and how you'
aching head was pillowed ever so tenderly
upon the beautiful bosom of that fair young
girl? Don't you remember how that little
soft hand parted the curls from your brow
how pair of warm lips pressed your tear
bathed cheeks? She didn't chide you fol
your weakness-she knew better than tt
wipe away your tears and bid you weep n'
more. She wept too. All, me! how you
sad heart drank in the sweet sympathy which
her tears and caresses impaired How muct
goodit done you to feel her heart-throbs pull
sating in unison with your own
Thank heaven for the buoyancy Of the
Youthful heart! The sobs were soon hushed
the tears soon dried; and the rufied hear
grew sweetly calm beneath the "Peace-be
still" of sympathy.
You remember how long you both talked
of the loved ones at home-the studies
which were to be began on the morrow
the grave professors, and the fair classmates
ro,f.eo +bot von thonoht Lula the mos