Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1860-08-23
For the Yorkyille Enquirer.
LETTER FROM "RUBY.".

LETTER FROM "RUBY.".
The Weather-hot, hotter, hottest! The Weather
temperate. Ruby almost e~xanimated. Au-
thor of Rutledge discovered! The man a7ho
tried to keep cool. The crops and so on.
Thank heaven! it's cool once more but it took
four or five days hard raining to reduce the tenn
~perature to even a moderate degree of warmth.
And now we Saints are in a very amphibious
state, being in the water and out of the water,
and in and out, continuously. 1t has been great
weather for tad poles and young ducks; as for
fodder. pulling I can't say so much IN its favor
Nevertheless, it has caused a most agreeable
reduction of temperature, worth some hundred
loads of fodder, that is, if all who participate IN
its benefits would contribute to the payment OF
the fodder. That last heated term was amazing.
Poor Ruby, almost burning up, sought the sea-
shore no GOODNESS there. Went to the noun
tains: hot, hot. Came back to the swamps; hot
test. There is but little left Of him. Mourning
friends may obtain q look of his hair and that's
all. A poor, pale, thin object, wandering about
restlessly and silently like o troubled ghost, a
worn out coat and a broad brimmed hat and
this and these are all that remain of the ''rubi-
cund Ruby" "How are the mighty fallen,' as
the boy said when the cheese fell off the table.
That wicked boy; I doubt not, spelled it mltey.
As for news "news ! Lord bless you, there is
none, sir, except that Ruby has found out at
last who is the author of Rutledge. That Great
Unknown is not Miss Minturn nor by any means
is it Miss Lyons of Columbia, though che could
write as we'll if she would nor is it Miss Rug
giles, who would write as we'll if she could;
Nor is't q belle
Who doth swell
Along 5th Avenue,
Where Truth and Worth
And noble birth
Yield to the paruenue.
No, it is neither one of these fair ladies whom
have mentioned. Morris it Miss Evans of Mobile
she wrote Beulah and quit. Nor is it Madame
LeVert-she has not finished reminiscenting yet.
Nor is it she,
By the Great Pedee,
Where the cat fish gaily play;
Where the sun pearch seen,
In the light to CLEAN,
Like gems of the purest ray.
No it is not either one of these, by any manner Of
means-quite the contrary; nevertheless, Ruby
feeling anxious on the subject, fearing lest it
might be attributed to him Che must confess
that he had q notion of writing it) and not being
able to endure the consequent inAiction of al
buns and requests for autographs, went to work
most assiduously, and at last, has the great pleas
ure of announcing to the world that he has dis
covered WHO IS THE AUTHOR OF RUTLEDGE!-
Having selected a suitable subject and put him
under the influence of gin cocktails-when the
subject appeared to be in q somnambulistic con-
dition and completely under the influence, Ruby
e~nquired "Who wrote Rutledge" The subject
replied, "7He man wih the white hat" There
now. let the question be forever settled-the
man with the white hat wrote Rutledge. If any
rorord-h us boon offered for the discovery, please
collect it and lay it out in ice and lemons and
cigars, and forward to Ruby at your earliest
convenience.
By the way, during the hot weather, when
every body seemed to have given up in despair
all idea of ever being cool again, and to have
abandoned themselves to unmitigated perspira-
ton, Ruby saw one man who seemed determined
to make one final effort at keeping cool. The in
dividual was sitting in the French Coffee House in
Charleston, with q lump Of ice (maybe n brick in
his hat, and holding in his hand a claret punch
and was humming From Greenland's mountains
Perhaps he succeeded in keeping cool. Ruby
hopes so, but from appearances, thinks not
But these experiences of Charleston, must be
postponed for another season. During the heat
it was too hot to write : now that it is cool and
pleasant once more, a fellow must keep still and
enjoy it for about q week, o week and a half, or
two weeks. And now, after remarking that crops
our way are doing well, as are mosquitoes and
alligators and Ruby, this latter distinguished
individual has the honor of bidding you adieu,
until the next time. Satisfactorily yours,
RUBY.
P. S. Since writing the above letter, I under
stand that sthe man scih the white hat" has been
engaged to write for the Field and Ereside and
the New York Ledger, alternately, at the enor-
nous salary of nothing per month, and find
himself. His next story will be called Wheel.
tracks.
For the Yorkville Enquirer.
THE GENERAL CONVENTION OF THE
IND. PRESBYTERIAN CHURCH.
The General Convention met on Thursday, the
9th instant, at Olney Church, CASTOR County,
N n md uos onanad with q sermon nv Row