Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1865-03-09

tNeatn tne uees IN ule uoWeIy Suie'
It uss q beautiful Summer morning, on
which I started for. the academy Of Glen.
thorhe. I had never been 80 far away from
home. before, and the5eyent was q nine days
wonder, not only tome, bat to the whole
family of Elm,xood. i was the only daught-
er-the darling of my parents, and at once
ths pet and torment of my elder brothers.
Surely there never 5wss:a homes 30 fair, and
80 sunny as mine; surely never were green
trees 10 grand and lofty, and nowhere did
the wild birds sing such pleasant strains. l
had grownup there, among green fields, and
brooks, and trees, aud birdsougs, until now
I was fifteen, and my father thought it was
time I should see something of the world,
beyond 6Elm-Nood rottsge and the village
;afRysHeld.
fssre had been mysterious discussions
over coffee and chocolate, and confidential
talks between my parents and my eldest
brother, then a sophomore at Harvard Uni.
versity, until at las. it bad been decided
that Ishould make trial of G..snthorne acad'
emy-in part, because 1t was os'Y thirty
miles, from home, and in part because the
wife of the principal was an old school
friend, of nay mothers. :.
My mother herself had conducted my
education 50 far, and was we'll qualified to
have finished it., She had taught me- the
lore of many lands, and was bound to her
by no common tie. She, toe, possessed this
organisation, which, in me, you, my friend,
have called so mystsrious-the same love OF
things an ordinary person would have called
ghostly and sombre. For her, strange, old
Moorish legends, and the mystic traditions
of Rhine-land, wore the same peculiar charm
which has for 30 many years made them my
delight, and We used to read the chronicles
of othsr times with zest andappreciation
which vaeia seem Incredible, if related OF
q quiet, ordinary country girl, and another
quister still. But ne. one could have called
her S', ordinary. One look from those large,
unfatbomsble, black eyes, was enough to
haunt you for score of restless nights, and
the cadence Of her sweet low voice, had
somsthingin is ike the tinkle Of the waves
in the sea,shell, which fingered in your. ear
long after the words were spoken. Alto
gsther, she was the most striking, impres-
siys woman ever remember to have met !;
and vet there was little of command in her
manner, little Of self.reliance in her gentle
face. :, Albeit there had eyer been most per-
feet confidence between us, and I more than
any other, had shared sll her high and glo-
rious dreams, I can reeoliect now, that !
often looked on her with sense Of awe.
She was tall and slight, and her agure
had much Of the plant grace of the droop-
ing xiHoY. Her face was pure as dream
of heaven, With the brow calm and pale be-
meath the midnight of her death.black hair,
and the cheeks Ncolorless and almost trans
parent. But her eyss-those large mourn
full eyes, flashing upon you sometimes from
under their fringed lids with the gaze Of an
Italian Improvisatrice-in them lay the chief
.ehsrfnsof her countenance.
Years ago, my mother was laid to rest,
where Southern roses blow upon her grave;
but never yet have I seen another face, OF
Estepsd to another voice, SO full of the glory
Of inspiration.
sas loved my father very fondly, even as
!. -; -: Hhsr, snd.yet there is not one par
ne io'e1 >>as or similarity between them
ticte OF hkel,' sNsder bow they ever came
soeetbsr, for should sses pave ssa though, o!s.,
of setting out an Indian p Giving tia,
of a Northern snow.bank, as OIL : shlsg.
sweet, Southern passion-aower to the
nstic clasp of my father. ...- -. .s
?, But my mother loved him, and have no
doubt they were very happy, only it always
seemed to nae IF she had mistaken her
destiny, And-yet my father was noble
man. His mind was enriched BY much
travel, and the advantages Of liberal edu.