Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1860-08-02
CONTRIBUTORIAL.


Who wrote Rutledge3
Not Miss "Beulah" Evans, of Mobile-that is
agreed to on all hands.
Not Miss Lyons, of Columbia, Ia plus belle de'
Juives-that every body here knows
Not Miss Minturn, of New York, the, Southern
Guardian thinks. The Guardian infers its mega
tive from the following statement made by the
Neu York Tribune: 1.-The family of the young
lady of this city, to whom has recently been at
tributed the authorship of 'Rutledge, disclaim
on her behalf, that honor" From this the Guar
dian infers that Miss Minturn did not write "Rut.
ledge"
We do not see it.
To make the inference legitimate one, il
must appear that the authorship in questi on
has been attributed to but one young lady of N.
York, and that young lady is Miss Minturn.
This, we believe, is not the case.
We have still good reasons for believing that
"Rutledge" vas written by young lady Of
New York, and that that young lady is Miss
Minturn.
Nous Verrons.
The Man about Toun has written US q letter
on the subject. He thinks "Rutledge" was
written by neither Miss Evans, Lyons, nor Min
turn, but by Miss SMITH, of very influential
family, not one Of whom have disclaimed it
whereas the friends and acquaiutances Of Miss
Brown disclaims it most vociferously on her be-
half the Joneses, further, disclaim having read
the work at all or even having seen it ; and the
Thompsons, on half of Miss Thompson, stoutly
deny that she wrote it, or anybody else,-having
arrived, they say, at the settled conviction that
the work neusr acas written at ALL and further
that the writing Of ''Rutledge" was in itself i'm
possible from the beginning.
From all which the Man about Town infers
that "Rutledgs" was written by Miss Smith.
And the Man about Town is entitled to his
opinion.
Books.
Marion Harland, the author of "Alone" and
so forth, has new novel nearly ready, called
"Nemesis."
"Beulah" has reached its twenty-third thou
sand; "Rutledge" its sixth thousand.
We have just read Owens wonderful book or
the supernatural, "Foot-falls on the Boundary
of Another World" We had heard it character
lied as crazy and credulous. We find in it {
book that convicts such critics of thoughtles'
Interpretation. 1t is suggestive of mucl
thought; and is not mere ghost-story- book, tt
be set aside with pshaw. Pshaws such as thes'
are but silly subterfuges of weak minds tina
dare not think for themselves. While this bool
is very incomplete, we must remember 1t pro
poses nothing farther than suggestions.
Columbia.
Many of our citizens are out Of town now
Though the thinningis quite appreciable, yet We
are by no means threatened with depopulation
Our halls are left unto US not desolate at all, bu
a little more roomy. We miss the faces Of man,
friends, wherever we betake ourself these sum!
summer days; and we hear from them, some il
the romantic quiet of Cashier Valley, some OF
the breezy heights of Cesar's Head, some il
Virginia, THAT land of First Families and Oh
Dominion Coffee. .pots,) some in the miscellaneou
North, and some elsewhere-wherever
Winds can wait and waters roll"
to say nothing of railroads and stage-coaches-
especially elsewhere
n. -.abt tbnk 81 r;oto
however large it is, were plus one.
Common Truths.
Not commonly admitted.
1O.-Dr. Lardner tells US that, according t.
the researches of Pouilet, the stars furnish hea
enough in year to melt crust Of ice seventy
five feet thick almost as much as is supplied b.
the sun. Heat from those little stars is ik
deeds of guod from human hearts-inapprecia
BILE alone, but going to make up sum-total o
divine work that saves world. Blot out ont
distant tiny star, and the harmony of the uni
verse is broken. Let every little heart. howeve
humble, do its little deed of kindness-its little
effort to bene6t-say its little prayer for anothe
hope its little hope in faith. These are th
little drops of water-these the little grains o
sand.
11.-"We say to ourselves Might hare been,
as if all eternity were not TO BE-"
12.-Common men will censure wicked ma
less than they will an unhappy one who will no
explain his sorrow. One who has known sorrOu
however, will never make the same mistake.
Labor.
1t is Mrs. Osgood, one of the most lovely
souled poets that ever sung on earth, who says
| "work-for some good be it ever 30 slowly;
| Cherish some flower be It ever so lowly:
| Labor all labor s noble and holy;
Let thy great deeds be thy prayer to thy God"
The News.
Minus. J. W. D.
| COLUMBIA, s. G.
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