Keowee courier. [volume] (Pickens Court House, S.C.) 1849-current, 1859-10-08
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IIopE.--1 am she child of the morning,
attend the bright spirits of the fhiry world,
and guzo with the eye of an eagle upon the
burning sun as it careers on high, am not
the offspring of poetry, although | often fit
across the poets world i drink from the
strcamsth that flow from therc2ion of romance,
and refresh myself among ruins of sparklins Z
ruhies that nre scuttcrod along my path.---
Years are to me as nothing. for am not the
scrynnt of time Go ask the martyr at tue
stake, what will cheer him when the fagot
b'azcs at his feet? lie will answer /" UHpe."
Ask the plague stricken wretch. whose every
touch is CONTEMPLATION and the air he brcatles
j. poison, what sustains him in his agony.
He will answer - Hope"
Without me. flme would lure but few tn
her blazing temple, for cheer them on
when they are weary | poiut them onward =;
when they slumbcr awake them, and when
n,ists surround them and they know not
whore to tread, clear thom way, / open
the patti before them, smooth its ruEgedncss.
lure them onward with my siren song -
through delightful meadows, through groves,
and by refreshing waters.
have seen the being hcrcft of me. hold
the dagger in his hand, while his raised arm
and barred bosom told of his tlctcrminr on
have then rcturnod-I have whispered in
his car--tho dagger has fallen at his feet
has embraced his beloved. and shcl tcars OF
icy araund the home | have thus given him.
Think sou that the. incarrcrntcd in the dun
gcnn bro DIS over ro'hng but his wrongs
that he dreams If nothing but revenge? Ne,
no, hold my magic glass bcG,rc his vision
and the prison walls expand bloNv
in his path, music in his car and those he
loves he again embraces. These arc alone
for the innocent. i have strengthened virtue
L Il Il a. ~
wretchcd culprit. he dies not like man. Ny
habitation is not in the dark soul of the inf
del, for | would lead him to virtue pnint him
to other worlds, reveal floods of light. of life
and Of knowledge; he would cease to glory
in his nothinSncss, to acknowledge himself
the dark being Of elnnee.1
WHEN You receive n note from Your la
dy love and kiss it, (as, Of course, you arc
expected to do,) why is it like the night
mare? Because it is the nk-you buss
" My dear" inquired n young wife of her
husband, as she reached up her rosy little
mouth to hc kissed on his return from bust.
ness, have you seen the magnificent set of
walnut furniture which the Jenkinses have
Just bought ?" Hem no my, love. but
have seen the bill. which quite satisfies NC"
"WnAT's \ %-NIrs. Parting
ION thinks that Polly tics, from the " queer
turns they appear to take, should be ma
med Ann-tics.
THouGur, like fishes of lightning in a
dirk night. picks out,sccncs which were
before latent and obscure, and recalls vivid
ly romcmbrances of the past.
SoMEBonY d3dncs Character as +" the
only personal property which everybody
looks after for you"
NEGRoEs IN CANADA.-Twcnty years
ago, the census reported 3,400 coorcd
residents in Canada Wost. There arc
now II 900 The business of stealing them
from the South, and running them off to
CANADA, on the Northern underground
railroads, is filling up that country
GRAY hairs, like honest friends, are
often cast FROM us for telling unpleasant
truths.