Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1860-02-09
MORAL REFLECTIONS.
Suggested by an affecting incident from real L
BY WILLIE LIGHTHEART.

BY WILLIE LIGHTHEART.
Il remember one that perlshed sweetly did she
speak and move:
Such n one do ! remember, whom to look at was
to love-"
I do not know, dear reader, whether |
am acting exactly right in giving to the
world the following touching narrative,
which came under ny observation some
days ago; but have nursed the thoughts,
which grew out of the incident, so long,
that | cannot restrain the desire to give
them wings and let them 60 singing
through the world. Oh they are too beau
tiful to die, unheard, in my own bosom.
Very seldom do I leave my beautiful old
home after the coming of the silent,footed
dew-drops, or the noisclcss falling of the
night.curtain for it is at just such hours
thai love to be alone with my books and
my thoughts. But some few evenings ago,
| strolled out for a little exercise and recre-
alton; and, before | was aware of it, found
myself in the very heart of the city.
A young gentleman, having beautiful
bunch of vioets in his hand, touched me
upon my shoulder, and bade me good even
ing. | paused, and shook him warmly by
the hand, and asked him to give me the
violets; for everybody that knows Willie
at all, must know his passionate love Of
flowers.
i gathered them expressly for young
lady, said my friend, 'or would give them
to you willingly
"A young lady" said l. What young
lady, Edward?'
'My sweetheart-she lorcs violcts.
Then she deserves the gift said l, as l
turned to continue my walk.
Stop, Willie, said my friend. Would
you like to see her? If so, am going to
visit her now, and will be pleased to have
you accompany me-
The invitation was such an unexpected
aud singular one, that, for some moments,
] did not know how to act. | very well
knew, that lovers preferred being alone, and
that the unexpected arrival of a third party
would materially interfere with those sa-
cred and afectionate interchanges of feel.
ing and sentiment which lovers consider
their privilege. l hinted as much to Ed
ward but after considerable persuasion on
his part, common politeness made me yield
reluctant consent to his wishes. Taking
my arm, he escor,ed me through several
streets at the western end of the city aud,
after about an honr's walk, halted before
the door of dilapidated one story wooden
house
'Does the lady live hire p asked in
tone of disappointment and surprise.
Edward did not reply; but simply tapped
upon the door with his cane; soon after
which, an aged colorcd woman made her
appearance, and, without uttering a word,
handed Edward Il bunch of large keys.
What docs It all mcan?' asked myself,
as the old WOMAN noisclessly re-cntcred the
house, and my young friend slipped his arm
into mine and walked slowly away.
Not much farther, Willie, said he with
a deep sigh, that mysti6ed me more than
ever.
why, what under heaven ailS you, Ed |
ward ?-whcrc in the world are you about
to take me?'
Here is the place. said Edward, stop
ping at the gate of a churchyard and pla-
cling one of the keys in its worn key-hole.
In moment the whole truth flashed up
on my mind lie was taking me to his
darling's grave that beautiful moon-illun-
iued night-there was it, where he inten-
ded to leave that beautiful bunch of violets.
sGivc me light, Willie,' said Edward,
as he slowly opened the gate, and took
cigar from his pocket
l handed him my cigar, remarking at the
time, that l did not like the idea Of smo
king in so sacred spot; that it looked dis
to the silent dead.
'Nlary often told me- said he, 'that she