Keowee courier. [volume] (Pickens Court House, S.C.) 1849-current, 1859-05-28
The Distinction.


care she is helped on or from the steam,
boat or railroad car. But let one ofhcr
humber si5tcrs comc-see the distinction.
Her apparel is poor, and she is at once set
down as no lady; although, ia the true
sense of the word, she may be the superior,
Tor fine clothes often times covers black and
corrupted hearts, | have seen gentlemen
they would be highly insultcd if they
were not styled as such willingly give up
their seats in the railroad carto we'll dress
cd woman, who would take it without even
apleasant thankyo sir--that was beneath
her dignity-whilc the same gcatlcmcn
would let one poorly clad stand an hour,
ere they would offer their seats, though
she was just as respectable, and paid the
same fare as her more fortunate sister.
As anillustration of what | have said,
| will relate a little incident which saw
myself. ! was riding on the Eighth Aveu-
nue. cars down to Broadway Soon after
l. had taken my scat young woman enter
cd. On one arm she bore beautiful sleep
ing intant-~on TIC other basket Her
clothes were old and faded but still neat.
As gazcd into her face, it was to sec
that she had once been beautiful. for there
were still some lingering traces, though her
checks and eyes were suukcn, and around
her small mouth were many lines of care
She had evidently seen better days, and |
could not help picturing to my mind
eiandcstinc marriage, pursc-proud father
IN his rage forbidding her the shelter of her
ohiIdheod's home, and now she had gooc
forth with the loved one, and, ere long, he
had died and left her to struggle alone in
an untccling world, with nothing to love
ON earth but her helpless babe
But my rcveric was soon broken by the
object of my thoughts rising and wcarily
tottcring to the door just as she was
attempting to 90 through it a dashing
young lady, robcd in the height of fashion
came up the steps followed by small
bipcd IN imitation of man. Never can
l forget the tone ofthe conductors voice,
as he said
Come, hurry yourself out of the way,
woman, so that this lady can get in ~
Engravcn on my memory yet is the
look of rain that swept over the poor wo.
mans palid face, as the would be lady
drew hcrselfup haughtily as she camc in
contact with her poor sister, and the sncer
on her lips said as plainly as words-"I
wish such miserable creatures knew their
place better !" Oh. how wanted to repeat
to that young lady those beautiful lines by
G. Jillson
oh yc who dwell in stately halls.
Where wealth aud fame arc known:
Remember you will yet be poor,
Neglected and alone"
When those who have dwelt in afluencc
nj Ic,. ,x,c,.
them then, and only until then, can they
feel what distinction is used for friends
whom they thought true will forsakc them.
They sought them because of their wealth,
not for their true worth. How many people
there are who seem to forget that the same
God gave us all existence, and that we are
formed ofdust, and unto dust VIC must sure
~ return,
True lIERoIaM.-Fcmac heroism was re.
Gently cxcmplficd in the case OF Miss Ken
ncdy, one ofthc sufferers by. the explosion
of the steamer St. Nicholas. She was thrown.
ny the explosion, from her state-room into
the river. and tloated dawn to the stern Of
the boat, when she caught her hand i'm one
OF the rings attached to the hull and hung in
that rcrilous dilemma. when death stood
threatening upon either hand To loose her
hold MAS to sink into the waves, and to hold
on was to burn with the wreck to which she
was clihging every moment bcingan age of al
ternatlng hope and despair. She remained
III this position until the flames actually
burned the hair and skin from her head tho
only part of her body above tho water, except
the hand by which she clung to the wreck,
and that was burned to n crisp. While in
this awful suspense. and suffering intensely
from the heat, such was her presence of
mind and her wonderful heroism that. MS n
man, who was worse stunned, perhaps than
herself by the explosion, was floating by her.
in drowning condition, she seized him hv
the hair with her disengagod hand, and held
his face out of the water until " skiif was
brought to the rescue Of both.
BOYS when hcyarc boys. are queer enough !
How many ridiculous notions they have. and
what singular desires, which in after life
change and shape themselves into character.
istics! Who remembers when lie would have
sold his birth-right for rocking-horsc. and
his new suit of clothes for monkey? Who
f"rsets the swect-faccd girl. older than him.
self against whose golden hair lie leaned
and wept his grief away? Who rccollects
when in imagination to be q circus-rider an
pearcd greater than to he prince; and how
Jcalonsly he watched the little fellows that
wore spanSlcd. Jackets and turned somcrsaults,
and longcd to become like them? tf'memo.
ry preserve not these capacities, or something
similar, the boy is lost in the man. IIappy
visions! they come but once. Some carry
the idiosyncrasies ofboyhood with them even
to old age: these are technically called "old
boys" 1t is well enough to cherish the ami
mus OF youth, but not its folles its freshness
of feeling but not its aBsurdities and errors.
1t has hccn humorously said that we love our
mothers and sweetmcats at three years of