Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1860-06-14
NO.a24.

compromises and 50 on, Mr. Clay has not
been $3.50 highly esteemed bythis honorable
Court" The court now prononnces him
great Orator and skillful juggler.
One day, soon after I went to MiddletoBn,
as I was strolling along past y beautiful cot
tage half,hidden by trees and vines, Hooked
up and saw overhanging the street, the finest
and largest ox-hesrt cherries ever .bsholdsn.
Involuntarily, I exclaimed, .e0h crikey,.
how I'd like to have some. of those ahers
riee." ''welI, you can have some, if yousl
come in" said sweet voice. I never vas
so completely taken aback but once, and the
Senior Editor remembers that time. I had
seen no one, and imagined myself entirely
alone. Turning in the direction of the
voice, I looked through the garden paling,
and there, ah there was sight for fssair
e'en." The most fairy-liks little beauty
that ever saw, was standing there with
her straw hat thrown back toilet, the sun
beams play among her curls, and with the
archest look, and with the sweetest smile
wreathi6g around her rosebud lips she was
evidently enjoying my confusion. sShe had
been STOPPING down to pluck some violets,
and the rose branches and honeysuckle
vines had embraced her SO lovingly and
fctose, as to conceal her completely: Hear.
ling my exclamation, she had started up and
answered me. Well, Invent in. She Mas
about my age, maybe little older, and. Eve
had q good time. We gathered cherries
and went to the dairy down BY the spring
and got some nice cool milk, and sitting
under a willow.tree on the bright green
grass, we hada glorious feast. By the bye,
twas my birth day. shetold me herna
was Pauline, and I informed her as to my
cognomeu and antecedents. She knew my
name already, and where I was from and all;
who, ina week dosen't know every thing
about every body in a New England village?
Audathep 1 told her about my Southern
home about itshowers in Spring and'fruits
in Summer. told her of the wind sigh
ing meurufully among the long leaf pines,
and of the breezes shaking shosefs of gold,
en- bells from the jessamine vines told4
her about the low dropping moss and the
great white magnolia blossoms and tie CUM.
son trumpet-vine. And then talked about
Bill and 'Manda, my African playmates at
home; and about my kind nurse, Rosina;
aud Minerva, the cook and terror of my
youth, and all the rest. The hours few
swiftly by, and Mary was oon;forgotten,
her red.apple cheeks faded into pothing
compared with the peach.down of Paaline's;
and even the picture which I had brought
with me painted on my memory, Of the lit.
tie Alice had left in Carolina, was dim
med for awhile. Well, we met frsquently
afterwards; at church, at home beneath the
cherry trees, in the meadow by theriyer,
apd it wasn't long before the daguerreotgpe;
of Alice had entirely faded. But, as usual,
in such cases, it was soon replaced by anoth-
er; the beautiful image Of Titania, as l
used to call her, for 1 had read some of
Shakespeare even then; aud as I remember
her now, she was the completest personi6ca.l
ton of my idea of the Queen ofthe Fairies,
that have ever seen. All we'll, as Thack-
cray trauslatipg Horace says, ethe; fuga:
cious years have passed away, my Pos
tumius." Pauline may be still on earth,
f(rather, em-bon-poiut.ish forga fairy bs
this time, I surpose) or. she may be ad
angel iu heaven, I know not. But passing
years, weight of cares, nor silyered hairs,
can ever bring to me forgetfulDess Of that
beautiful dream, (asit NOW seems) that
sweet love.play Of boyhood. And it may
bethat we vii, meet again in. the Land Of
the Hereafter. =. ... :. -
Remiuiscently, yours, RUBY.
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