Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1860-06-14

no tnanKsj and llttie IS IL was, was done
for my country o..
He did not answer, but'stood in silence.
At length, feeling the continued silence op.
-pressive, she raised her eyes to bid him
good night The mingled expression she
could not read, but she understood quite
enough to see he was deeply wounded.
i understand, Miss Ellen he said, bit.
terly; sand while I thank you for your pa.
triotism, I could curse myself for my infat-
uation; ; and bowiug low, he left her.
GTo BE CONTINUED.
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Written for the Yorkville Enquirer.
|RECoRDoR REMINIsCoR Ell, OBJ
LIVISCOR,
Middletown, in Connecticut, used to be a
lovely little town, and were it not situated
north of Mason and Dixon's line, l should
like to live there that is, if in sixteen years,
it has not grown into a great noisy city
As was quite young when there, of course
l cannot recollect much about its trade or
manufactures or population, or "auy thing
like that" IF you wish statistics, go to the
census returns-I'm no census-taker. But
| do remember the cherries I think there
were four Thousand nine hundred and
twenty three trees, averaging nearly two
hundred and thirty.fou thousand five hun
dred and sixty seven and eight.ninths cher.
ries per tree; making the sum total of cher.
ries about-a very large number.
Then there was DR.. Olin, the President
of the University. Myrecollection of him is,
that he was immense. l remember looking
up to his face with the same effort as it would
now require to look upon the summit Of a
pyramid. I thought him taller than acher-
ry tree. Well, there was the Wesleyan
University, filled with set of in.legged,
narrow cbested, abolitionists. wish had
had my presentsize then They would be
always hunting up the little Southerner and
questioning him, and poking fun at him.
Well, there is one consolation, they heard
some large stories.
Where there were not cherries and stu
dents, and rosy checked helps Gas they called
the serving maids) and Millerites, there
were currants. They were at breakfast,
dinner and supper, and between times
Cherries, currants, mutton and Irish pota-
toes, are the only things 1 remember eating
while at Middletown, except perhaps few
gooseberries and some green apples-stoleu,
of course.
l began the study of Smiths grammar
at Middletown. l bought it of Smith, the
bookseller, who lived next door to Smith the
tanner, two doors below Smith the silver
smith, and opposite to Smith the black
smith. After pegging away at old Lindley
Murray, it was like stepping from rough
bog upon a smooth causeway, to get into
Smiths.
I think they had some sloops at Middle.
town, and an occasional steamboat. The
persons best remember are old DR.. Laban
Clarke, Methodist minister with whom I
boarded, who used to smoke clay pipes,
which / stole from him to blow SOAP
bubbles with, and was a good, kind, old
gentleman, and sometimes worked on his
farm and sometimes preached. (Remark-
able sentence, that last one.) Then there
was his wife, who sometimes knitted and
sometimes madep pies, and occasionally scold-
ed the old Doctor, Mary and me. Mary
was the help. She did every thing. She
was astonishing. She was superhuman.-
Like the ignorance and credulity of the
present age, she was amazing. Mary would
arrange the house, cook our meals, wash
our clothes, and then be neat and clean and
rosy and smiling when evening came; ready
to sit down to tea with US, and then to
promenade or visit the neighbors until dark.
I used to think her beautiful. Such rose
red cheeks and such plump, round arms;
and she was very kind to "the little traf.
ticker in human flesh and blood" "the lit.
tie nigger driver" as some used to call me
"the little Southern gentleman" as she call.
ed me. There was much affection between
Mary and me, Platonic of course, for she
was nearly three times as old as I was
Middletown went strong for Polk and Dal-
las I suppose, for the people made a great
deal of noise about them. There again, I
was opposed to all my acquaintances, for
though very little and very young, I knew
that Hon. William G. Preston was a great
friend of Mr.. Clay, and that was enough for
me. 1 had met "Harry of the West" at
COL Preston's house, and be had patted me
on the head and so I became an out and
out whig, and knew as much what my prin-
ciples were as good many others older and
wiser, whom Mr.. Clay had made his parti-
sans by (metaphorically) patting their
knowledge boxes. And to this day I am
at least, not a National or Convention Dem
ocrat On the fourth of July, ga day dear
to the hearts of every American, a day" and
so on, an Immense hickory tree was dug up
by the roots and hauled into the town by
team of fifty oxen, and planted in the pub
lie square amid great rejoicings and firing of
guns and crackers, in honor of "Youpg
Hickory"-James K. Polk True to my
principles, l didn't fire cracker but in a
meadow, mounted on hay cock, made an
address, fervid appeal for Clay, to an in
terested audience of three girls and a boy
and dog. Since then, by reason of his