Keowee courier. [volume] (Pickens Court House, S.C.) 1849-current, 1861-02-16

of night 10 the /" Maid Of the Mountain
Mist" 1 wouldn't trust Macredy himself
with that part sir! And now to business. -
Here's paper and things !; you'll oblige me
greatly by writing a sermon want it for
the death scene, where the Avenger comes in,
you know"
Really, Mr.. Courteny-"
! "0h, anything will do. You can write it
in five minutes, can't you? Why, wrote
twelve pages of the Maid of the Mountain
| Mist in one hour"
Z" | a,n very certain, Mr.. Courtcnay, that
you are unaware of the nature of the very
extraordinary request you are making, or l
would find it difficult to excuse you. Do you
ever attend church ?"
" Chureh2 'And / have not forgotten
what the inside of church is made of, | am
pcppercorn, brewers horse"
Then, sir" 1rcplied, austefcly 81 don't
know that can better convince you of the
impropriety of your request than by in man
ner, granting it,"
Thereon | delivered what I considered
very fclicitous extcmpore address on the wick.
edncss aud danger of a vagraut course OF
life.
Though my discourse did not for momen.
interrupt his painting, the professor seemed
profoundly Impressed His mobile and OK
prcssive fcLturcs settled into calm and div
nifed reposc.
Attend our church next Sunday. You
shall have scat in my own pcw, and an op.
portuuity at once OF hearing something in
your own line, tho eloqucnco of DR.. A,
and of learning the high import and tru,
bearing of religious discourse"
"Couldn't ncst Sunday Im.possib!e.
,O,,sI ,to onI ,oo ,,,,, 1. n,
gov Clip"
"Thc offence must be of very grave char.
actcr that would so impcraGvcly demand ret
rbuIon on tho Sabbath"
con, it'smy fancy bulldog I'm talking Of
the greatest curiosity-in the known world
-Barnum cried over him-blaek as your
hat-not white hair in him; that's why |
call him Black Tom. He got badly lcm.ad
last Sunday, and I've laid ten ON him thn,
emit afford to lose Now Sunday after next
let me see. Bob St,ling's mare to try
no, s'r-r; I'm engaged twenty Sunday.
ahead. But about religion. you can't touch
me anything. I've had experiencc--lve
been on the HnSious bench with the girls wo.
men, backsdrrs, burning brands, cast ta.ways,
| and all the rest of en-. ] drew tears from
the Reverend J,brz Sprakcs to such an cx-
tent that had to lend him my handkerchief,
forgetting that it ha" print Of Epson races
on it. | thought Bony Bill, who was sitting
behind me, would die alaughing. But
there was no laughing in mo. | was dead in
earnest. | went into regular course of study;
took to doing good, gayo money to every beg
gar | met, attended meeting strictly. and was
| the happiest fellow in the world"
" Andmay | ask what diverted you from
path so agreeable ?"
Couldn't stand the moral cctasy, sir. 1t
was too much for my mental organization.
was so ex-quis.itcly happy in the paths of vir.
tue that everything scored in cuminous col.
orcd mist, just as if had been in the rain
bow at Niagara Falls, and things going huu-a,
rum-rum all round me-"
al think you mistake mere excitement for
calm rational conviction"
No, s'"-r; I've argued it all out with my
self. was just as quiet and as much in car.
nest as you are now. I've read all you phil
osophcrs, Locke, Leibnitz, Swcdcnborg, Cuz.
zen, and all Of EN-. / know what's objective
and subjective, a pri;ori and postcriori.-
This brush is objective, outside It's a CON.
founded old stump That's what think
about it inside, and that's subjective Now,
philosophers say that happiness is the chief
end of all our actions. They assume that to
be Il universally valid q op.joriori cognition.
But it ISM tso in my case. | can't stand pure
happiness"
This grave denial of my minor premises
completely bafled me. In despair of convin.
cling Professor Courtenay that religion OUGHT
to be the end of all his actions, i left him.
without any further attempt at his convcr.
sion.
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