Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1860-09-27

That come and 90 like living things;
Her voice is softer than the brooks
That flows from hidden springs.
She gave it me with downcast eyes,
And rosy fushes of the check,
That told of tender thoughts, her tongue
Had never learned to speak.
The fitting words had just been said,
And she was mine as long as life;
I gently laid the flower aside,
And kissed my blushing wife.
She took it up with earnest look,
And said, 'Oh, prize the fower'-
And tender tears were in her eyes
III is my only docsr.'
She brought me Faith, and Hope, and Truth,
She brought me gentle thoughts, and love-
A soul az pure as those that float
Around the throne above.
But earthly thing she nothing had,
Except this faded flower you see;
And though it's worthless in your eyes,
IT'S very dear to me-"
Yes, the Home Journal is right.
Doesn't every reader know at once that "this
faded flower" must have been a violet9
Of course it was.
Retrospective Travel.
The summer travel of this year has been i'm
mense-perhaps a fourth more than any pre-
vious year. The great tide has been to Virgin
ia and North Carolina.
You, our touring friends, are all home again,
we presume. The designations of the Virginia
Springs wearied out some weeks ago and the
frosts across the Blue Ridge two weeks ago scat
tered the sojourners in the Old Tar State in
lively style.
Where did you 60?
To the White Sulphur Springs ?-Ah. then you
had a jam-more fuss and swell and hurry than
comfort, with your twenty-three hundred guests.
Tedious meals, busting and confused walters,
late hops, dirtations by the hour; great efforts
at being comfortable, without success; or, as
SAKE says
ain short-asit goes in the world
They eat and they drink, and they sleep;
They talk and they walk, and they WOO;
They sigh, and they laugh, and they weep ;
They read, and they ride, and they dance:
with other unspeakabe things J
They pray, and they play, and they pay.
And that's what they do at the Springs"
L, that what you did
Did you go to the Old Sweet-Red Sweet-Salt
Sulphur--Montgomery White-Yellow Sulphur !
You had very much the same routine, varied by
the amount of outside Observation-Disclosures, that
is to say, it was Yankee Doodle Nth the vari-
atoms, and sometimes it was without.
Did you mountainize in North Carolina p
Asheville, then, you found q delightful centre of
travel. Nice place. Good hotels. You ascend
ed Beau Catcher's Knoll, and had one of the
finest overhead landscape views thereabouts.-
Capital. Asheville does look, as Cotton say, like
fancy work on a green carpet.
Did you ascend Black Mountain? The view
is comprehensive and that is all. Patton's din.
ner is said to be less than that.
You visited the Hickory Fall? 1t is as you
are aware more than twice the height of Niagara,
though very small. Niagara is l67 feet at its
greatest fall on the American side. This little
North Carolina fall, of which you never heard
before, (maybe, is full $50 feet.
Did you course the Swannanoa River? The
word means in Indian-"The Beautiful" II
deserves it. 1t is all liquid poetry, in every
gush and plash, and leap, and musical cascade
in every shady pool, and every murmuring pur
that whispers of beauty and truth and love-
The heart learns to speak a new language there
one word, at least-"Swannanoa." In thai
quality 50 vaguely termed the picturesque, this
stream is the Princess Of our Southern waters.
You assembled Mt. Mitchell? Then you found
it a-mountain and the same remark applies
to forty other large names thereabouts.
But you did the whole valley of the French
Broad? In Indian this is called the Tokeske-
1.-The Racer" How appropriate! You began
with the Warm Springs, near the Alleghany?-
Pretty fair place: Then you come up to thu
Sulphur Springs? Wasn't it q little slow? But
the glorious landscapes all around, and all along
the "Racer," fully paid for the travel, in spite
of hotels and their complete ignorance of oil the
conditions of comfort to travellers. Farther ul
did you pause along the banks of the Little
one of the tributaries of the French Broad?-
There you found giddy miles of wild and won
derous boauty-cascades bold, shaded, musical
thunderous, mad, solemn, r~omping, brcathless-
cascades that touch every keyin the grand scale
of that mountain Harp of Waters. We had no
been 30 moved by ~soulless matter, when we saw
this river first, since we communed with tn
great Spirit of Niagara. Has not God som,
great purpose for beauty on earth, though hu
man eye may never gaze on it?
Did you stop at Cedar Mountain. Handbills
had informed you in advance that everything
Whereabouts was glorious, at least. Perhaps il
pas so; but in the days of our visitation tina,
glory had departed. 1t is hotel hospitality il
only one sense-a take in. The place comes
midway in the travel-route; but the discreet
traveller hurries on. Once will do. Come home
by the other-or some other-route. Did you
stay a week! we beg pardon, then!
Caesars Head? Glorious old stand. Our
heart goea out in affection to the ''grand old