Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1859-11-10

brightest hue to the faintest tint combines to pres
ent q glorious, gorgeous spectacle when I have
listened with gladness to the merry chirpings and
carolings Of the song birds as the fitted from
bush to shrub and sang their hymns Of praise;
when have reclined on bench in the vine COW
cred srbory, half awake and half dreaming, watch
ing the blue smoke wreaths as they ascended from
my cigar and went curling and creeping and
twining through and around the overhanging leaves
and flowers then does my cup become filled and
overhowed and hidden beneath rich load of Ro-
ses and Lilies and Heliotropes and Anemones and
Coreopses and Cape Jessemines and the red Coral
plants, and white, dropping Snow Drops while
from the hot house is CLEANED wealth Of beau
ty in wreaths Of Csmelias and Fuschias and Ger
aniums, in the brilliant flowers Of the hideous,
hairy, wreathing, writhing, snske-like Cactus
And even now, although the heralding blasts of
the Frost king have blown; and the trees are fast
assuming their bright hued robes, which will too
soon be replaced by the russet garb in which they
will dress themselves as mourners at the funeral
rites of the beautiful Summer; and though the
grass at early morn is lightly silvered ever, yet
there are some flowers still left to adorn my room
and bring back to me sweet memories Of the
Spring time.
But bright and beautiful as are the sweet buds
Of Spring, and the full blown flowers Of Summer,
and these last lingering, lovely roses which the
Autumn winds have spared, and dear as they are
to my soul, yet they not half so sweet or dear
to me as are these faded ones now spread out be-
fore me, around whose withered leaves and shriv-
eled stems cling and cluster remembrances and
associations as does the perfume of flowers hover
around the vase in which they have been preserved.
They bring back to me bright scenes Of mirth and
gaiety, when hearts beat warm and high, and
flashing diamonds and beaming eyes reflected the
rays of light from chandeliers cleaning with
crystal and gold, and the voluptuous swell Of
music filled the air as the dance went gsly on,
and fairy footsteps 'tinkled on the tufted floor,
and the silvery sound Of musical laughter rang
through marble halls. And there are some here
memory to different scenes, but far more happy
ones, when with some fair maiden by my side
wandered by the murmuring waters beneath the
summers moon which bathed the hills and valleys
with food of soft silvery light, when the mock
bird lightly warblng his lay of love was answered
by the lone note of the whip-poor-will whose
plaintive song was heard from afar off. Ipick up
one-a withered rosebud-which once was white
and beautiful but not more purely white than the
fair breast on which it had reposed, and as gaze
upon it, there comes before me as in magic mir
ror, the form of one whom have loved. I see her
in her white mist-like robe Of finely woven lace,
as fair and pure as is one Of the white robed
throng of angels, and remember how as she
hung upon my arm, or with me glided through
the mazes of the dance, drank in deep draughts
Of love, and painted for myself bright pictures
with glowing tints from Hopes palette, and saw
visions Of future happiness, golden and rose.col-
ored visions of honor and glory. But alas, alas,
the visions have one by one passed away, and even
as the flowers which she gave me have withered,
so have all the bright colors of Hopes pictures
faded away.
And here is one, Lady-SEpper, fit emblem Of
the capricious little Beauty who gave it, telling
me, with an arch look, never to say that had not
received 'the slipper" She is great friend Of
mine yet; but great little rt she is for all that,
and many is the youth who has carefully spread
his nets to entrap her, but found that she always
evaded the snares and gave him the slip-ah!
Now spy geranium petal still retaining some
of the magnificent dyes which its youth possessed.
1t was once part of wreath which crowned the
locks of my Italian Beauty. As we have seen the
sunlight reflected from some white rock beneath
the dark waters, such was the soul.light which
cleaned in those lustrous eyes half.veiled beneath
dropping, dark fringed eye lids. Her olive tinted
cheeks had been kissed by the sunbeams, the soft
loving beams of southern sun, and still blushed
with consciousness of the kisses, but not with
shame or fear, for her soul was as pure as when
first it left its heavenly home to come and fill o
mortsrs form. Opals and Diamonds and Anne
tbysts adorned her, and she might have had
Rubv too, but alas she knew it not, and there was
nobody to tell her. You know of course, the Ruby
couldn't.
But here is one, more fresher than the rest, and
it is dearer too, for one calm evening on the noun
tain's top when stars were just beginning to gem
the clear sky, she very flower herself, upon
whose cheek "blooms bed of Lilies whilst in
their midst rose is set ;" she whose whole life
has been a beautiful e1emplfcation Of Faith,
Hope and Charity; she who has passed through
the fiery ordeals of sorrow and come forth radiant
as refined gold; she gave it to me as memento,
to be returned when saw one whom might love
better. haven't returned it yet. And l keep
it near me as talisman Or amulet, to ward of
dangers, and keep me and guard me amid temp
tations.
But the night is waning, and the stars are ia
ding before the Eastern light, so must close by
asking you what bird most resembles flower
and by answering, A Crow-cuss .....
And now having asked and answered this momen.
tious question, with modest consciousness ofmy
own merits am like peony, blushingly, but un-
like peony, unfadingly, YOUR RUBY.
Sentence Of Capt. Brown and Conviction
Of Coppee.