Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1859-12-01
NO. 4S.

beauty ana INSPIRATION. uiS5 IL WHeu Ie.
lease myself from the lulling arms Of Nor
pheus, and shake off the sweet impressions
of dream.land, and begin the daily life.bat-
tie. I shall miss it at sultry noon, When the
head and heart are both weary, both sicken-
ed with their burden, and when the eye
looks around for something beautiful to oreat
upon, as the weary-footed traveller looks
yearning ahead for the oasisupon thedesert
Why should flowers die? They have not
sinned they do no harm they inculeate
nothing but what is pure and holy, beautiful
and good. Why do they notbloom forever
like the altar candlss burn etsrnallg around
the throne of the great I AMI E.4.g .,s.,.
All sad, sad, sad, is the lesson that ye
teach, dropping, dying rosebud Death-
terrible death the rattling Of thy marrow
less bones. can be heard everywhere and
thine icy touch is laid alike upon the daisy
in the wildwood and the king upon the throne.
Oh the flowers that die daily in these hearts
of ours! Love, Hope, Peace, Joy, spring
up like the flower, and bathe the heart in
fragrance far more exquisite; but, alas like
them, soon they wither, fade and pass away.
Everything beautiful is dying like my Lit.
tie rosebud; and soon, very soon, the giver
and receiver will fold their meek arms above
pulseless hearts, and join the great caravan
that is moving to the far.away Unknown.
Be it even 30! Soft eyes are growing dim;
warm, bounding hearts are growing cold and
changed; quick, elastic and firm steps are
hating in the life.path, and growing weary
because of the way; why should not the
flowers die too? -. : seee-.: 81 a.e
A thought just here. Had the rosebud
not been plucked from its parent stem it
would have lived little louger-would have
matured into the full blown rose, and given
to the summer air the benediction Of its own
sweet breath. The dew, the sunshine, the
rain and the soil would have been amply re.
warded for their care; and it would have
lifted its rosy face toward the blue Of heaven,
looked beautifully upon US all at least Lit.
tie longer, and given its 1.-THE of fragrance
to the world. .- ... -5EH --
Are there no human flowers that are dy-
ing, and which might have lived q little len-
ger in the great garden of life, if left where
God intended them to be, and bloom, and
live life Of beauty? Do you know Of none
such? Are there no men and women who
are torn, alas too early, from the positions
which God intended they should occupy in
the great life-drama9 Are there no quiver-
ing hearts thrown out,upon the life-stage,
and severed from the great body of mankind
to bleed out its agony even to the last feeble
pulsation? Alas there are .. .......s-
We pluck the sweet flowers from their
native stems and place them in our gaudy,
tinseled vases, and expect them to live, -
Human hearts are thus triaed with day BY
day-severed from the objects from which,
they derive their existence and yet we won
der thatthe cheek grows pale, the form emaci,
ated and the beauty of life gone-gone for
ever! -. ~
Well, well be it SO, since thus it is; but
Just few more earthly flowers -
Shall be taken from our pathway;
Just few more thorns shall piercesus,
In the valley, dark and lonely. ~ s's
Another thought. The dying flower may
retain its beautiful form until you touchait;
but as soon as you do so, it falls to pieces q
and lies in ruins at your feet. And thus,
too, many human heart may, and often
does, bear up bravely beneath its sorrow and
its woe; but breathe but rname-touch ii
ever so,lightly with the finger of scornsor
derislon, and it is wrecked, ruined and burst
asunder forever! I have. said all-draw
from it your own moral. g gsa
PLAYING RICHARD ILL., TO AN AUDI
ENCE OF ONE.-Mr. Foster, the manager of