Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1859-05-26
For the Yorkville Enquirer.
THE ACME OF BEAUTY.

Do you know what I consider the acme Of
beauty? Perhaps it may make but little differ
ence to any one what may be my private opinion
on this highly interesting subject; but it is free
country and (tbsnks to your courtesy to ms) q
free press and intend to express my opinions, and
if any one objects, he or she may 60 to the Die
tionary for better Interpretation Of the signif-
cation, or rather for better realizing of the Ideal
of the Perfection Of Beauty.
"Beauty is but skin deep" as was remarked to
St. Bartholomew when his cutice was removed,
and he left in garment not so becoming as COM
Portable, to those who like that style Of summer
dress. "Well suppose it is only skin deep who
wants it any deeper" said the Saint. With these
preliminary remarks bearing their moral very
much exposed, and not by any manner Of means
distinguished for sense or profuudty-quite the
reverse on the contrary-1 come back to first
principles, and proceed to say what consider to
be the acme of mundane beauty; and this is, ga
beautiful, refined woman seated on fine horse,
holding rosebud in her hand, and admiring and
loving glorious sunset"
Now let me tell you some of the accessories, in
nv opinion, necessary to this perfection. The
woman T do not say lady, for woman is good
word) must be, not brilliantly or garishy beauti-
full, but softly, womanly, lovely. Not one who
steps out boldly with the stately Dir of queen,
and by her striking and well-displayed charms
seems to say, II am beauty, come now and bow
the knee and own my power;"-but one who is
beautiful because she cannot help it, and whose
bushes seem to say "If you ,oiH worship me, do
so, and am grateful for the homage, for through
me you worship the giver Of beauty, the great
God. the Perfection of all Beauty" She should
wears close-fttilg dark riding habit, and her hair
should be covered, but not concealed, by black
velvet cap surmounted by two dropping plumes,
one black as the ravens wing, and the other as
purely white as the unsullied plumage of some
hyperborean swan. The rosebud-any small
flower would do, but prefer rosebud, blushing
half.opeued and moss covered as to its leaves and
stem-the rosebud say, should have been gath
cred when incense was rising heavenward from
the flower beds, and while the dew-diamonds were
spanging its breast; and it should have been
preserved as an Offering to her with care equal
to the generating guardianship with which priest
watches over some sanity relic of olden days. The
horse should be small, compact, and not addicted
to pacing or trotting. His color should be deep
blood bay, or coal black or dark sorrel. Said
horse should toss his name and curve his neck
and seem as if proud of his lovely burden. The
sunset should be one of those seen only in south
ern lands, where the richest tints and brightest
hues are commingled in lavish profusion; where
it seems as if an antevision of the glories of the
Land of the Hereafter, were kindly granted to
earth contaminated mortals.
Now, it was not "many and many year ago."
but it was some time ago, that your correspondent
was favored with the enjoyment of such feast
of beauty as never the most ar
tist ever revelled in. After week of gsyety and