Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1860-05-10

the land of Dreams.
To those who thus love, all that is pur
in heaven and beautiful in earth, compress
es itself into focus-that focus is the nam
of her or him we love. Through that glas
that rose-colored glass-we discern tn
|summer-glow even upon the Icelant
SHOWS, and drink in the sweetness of Edel
even upon Thirsty land, where no wate
is.'
Not Byronic love not love like Aarol
Burr's not love like that of Cleopatr'
and Mark Antony, which burns like the fire
of hell around the spirit of the damned; but
a love, like unto the light Of moons and
stars making beautiful the object which il
falls upon, and causing the eye to look heav
snward in search of the causes of attraction
Thus loving, earth grows beautiful as the
visions of pillowed dreamers, and the hear
grows as pure as the babe on its mothers
bosom.
Alas few love thus few knows the
standardization, the soul-worship, and the
heart-adoration ofpure, God-given affection
Never mind !-even though the hand pass
es across the eyes, in saying so-even tho
one half of the race have never felt the IN
speakable emotions of faithful, pure, holy
and unalterable love, the time aoiM come
when it will be proven, by uuanswerable
credentials, that love-in my sense of the
term-is the sweetest benediction that ever
fell upon the human heart, and the dream
of heaven, from which none are awakened
But, am depressing, and must return to
my story; which I shall soon tell. Charles
walked leisurely through the park, musing
on Efie Sanders, Of home and Nellie un.
til wearied with the walk, and chilled by
the damp night air, he retraced his steps,
and walked out upon the street. Passing
the large establishment of Wilkinson & Co.
he noticed that its doors and windows were
closed and barred; and, glad at heart to
think of Benson being with Nellie earlier
than usual, he walked briskly towards the
hotel.
In the vicinity of the hotel stood one ot
those large, dazzling and magnificent edi
fees so prevalent in large cities, and fitted
up for the express purpose Of sending mer
to ruin and extending the dark catalogue
of broken-hearts. As he was about passing
this saloon, he was astounded to hear the
name of Joe Benson spoken in loud tone
by some person from within, accompanied
by loud shouts Of laughter, apparently from
numerous company. Going to the door,
and placing his ear to an aperture, he dis
tinctly recognized the voice of Benson, in
loud and boisterous defamation.
This will never do said Charles, sud
denly opening the door and entering the
brilliantly illuminated saloon.
To his utter astonishment, there stood
Benson upon chair, surrounded by some
twenty or thirty men, making wild, non
sensical display of oratory to the drunker
company, who seemed to feel themselves
quite amused and entertained.
Benson started as Charles eyes me-
his own, and suddenly breaking off in the
midst Of an unfinished sentence, he stepped
to the floor and walked sheepishly to tht
back of the room. Charles forced his way
through the crowd and followed Benson tt
his seat in the corner; and, placing hi
hand heavily upon his shoulder, said, in
suppressed tone of voice. 'Mr. Benson lie
US leave this place
'Ah!' said Benson, looking up and sud
denly starting to his feet, as though be hat
just then recognized Charles, chow do yo1
do, old fellow when did you arrive p
Come! let's take horn.'
'Mr. Bensonp ? said Charles, reprovingly
4 an. surprised to see you here! What
attraction can you find at such a place Of
pleasure in such society? Come you
cannot really remain here
Don't be in hurry, old stump said
Benson, breaking from the grasp of Charles
and staggering towards the counter; Dive
got money enough to pay my way and treat
the whole crowd. Come up, boysp And,
so saying, Benson threw bank.note on the
counter and beckoned to the company.
mo, Mr.. Benson p said Charles, emphati.
cally, as he took up the bank-note and pock.
eted it; you have drank enough; and,
so far as these gentlemen are concerned,
am sure that they will excuse you
'Was that bank-note yours, sir?' asked
the bartender.
No, SIR said Charles.
tDoes it belong to Joe Benson?'
sYes, sir
Then, sir, should be much obliged tc
you to mind your own business and moi
come interfering with mine,' said the bar
tender, angrily.
you surely must be aware, sir sale
Charles, shat Mr.. Benson has taken enough
liquor already. As friend of his, I canno
Slduu ucio duu oSc ulm udhe d CUuuuUi
drunkard of himself
Look here, young man.! said one of The
company, stepping up to the counter, d
amt going to stand by and let any such up
start talk that away about Joe.'
who are you, sir p asked Charles, as thu
warm blood mounted to his forehead.
If you don't fork over that bank-note
I'll soon let you know who am
dts all right, Tom-he'll keep it saf
for me- said Benson, staggering away from
the counter.
No, it amt right thought said the mai
addressed as Tom, 'you asked the compan.
up to drink, and that young chap has NJ
right to pocket your money-has he, bar
keeper?
sAs matter of course, he has not re