Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1867-11-14
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Written for the Yorkville Enquirer.
THB WEALTH Oh HOME.
A STORY OF DOMESTIC LIFE.
BY MRS. M. A. EWART,
AUTHORIZES OF "ELLEN CAMPBELL, OR KINGS
a. MOUNTAIN" AND OTHER STORIES.
CHAPTER VII.

stiff and formal, and was not repeated. WILCOX
had also called but, after the second denial, die
not repeat the visit.
Mr.. Newton was often with them, and, indeed
was welcomed more like dear relative than any
thing else. John became every day more attached
to him, and frequently declared "he was the cley
crest fellow he knew, in spite Of his 'cloth but
he supposed "INe placet Dec, caa ptacet Deus. "
Newton, though he was parson, was noble tel
low; he did not know any one whom he liked bet
ter. It was good thing, too that he did Like him,
for he supposed he was going to marry Mag, and
then he would be his brother. He thought Mag
would make him good wife they seemed so fond
of each other, but and here John would whistle,
kiss Annie, ''swear some men were great fools, and
declare that, if he was Newton, he knew what be
would do" all of which pantomime and inuendo,
he felt no one but himself perfectly understood, and
chuckled at the idea of his sec tfpode" mystery.
Dunbar frequently accompanied Newton, and
delighted them all by the spirited and graphic
sketches of his travels His pictures OF oriental
scenery were, to jamie, peculiarly charming de
spoke of the East, the land Of promise, of luxury,
of Hebraic interest, and sacred lore. He carried
her imagination to Lebanon, and gathered In all
its beauties, from its snowy peaks to the rch gar
dens at its base The undulating line of its pro-
montories and bays its terrace upon terrace, It's
Hat-roofed houses, half hid among the clustering
vines, the groves Of mulberry, orange and lemon
Then rock-fonted Carmel claimed her interest; Its
heights Of pine and olive, and hxuriant meadows
Or on the sacred soil of Judea, the glories OF Je-
rusalem would be opened for her; the three-topped
hill of Olives, across which old King David went
and where holer footsteps trod, rising immediate
" behind it And here Newton would speak OF
the ancient Temple, with its pillars and porticoes
its golden roof gittering in the sun, and its Holy
of Holes where God dwelt in visible glory. He
would tell of the royal palace near, built of the
cedar of Lebanon, where David and Solomon dwelt,
and where, in later times, king Herod held high
court Then Dunbar would speak Of the sunk
Temple, of the desolated city of the Great King,
of dry, wasted sterile lands; of hot burning suns;
of bare and frowning peaks; of yawning preci-
pices; of peril, and darkness, and gloom.
Suddenly, while Janie's cheek was paledin sym
pathy he would bring back the warm color, by
presenting some glowing picture of oriental beau
ty. Cool streams and welcome shade would dot
the landscape Bright white buildings, long
streets busy bazaars, sparkling fountains, lovely
palm trees and delicious fruits would rise before
her; andthe great and beautiful city of Damascus,
with its l2O 900 inhabitants, would be presented.
"gihe pearl surrounded by emeralds, some east
ern writer calls it" said he. The golden streams
of ALBANIA and Pharphar, never failing ones, as
sAbana' literally means, still come tumbhng from
the heights of Lebanon and, winding in graceful
curves through the fat plains, carry beauty and
freshness with them.
The city is embosomed in gardens and olive
trees :; and it is said of an Arabian Prince, that
when he was on his way to Damascus, and hrst be-
held it. he stopped his horse and refused to 60 any
further, erecting on the spot where its towers rst
burst upon his view, monument with the tol-
lowing inscription :-'I expect to enter one Para
disc; but if enter this city, shall be so ravished
with its beauty as to lose sight Of the Paradise
which hope to enter.
From an elevation of one thousand feet we look
down upon a fertile plain, amidst extensive gar
dens, forming circuit of twenty-five or thirty
miles. The distance is bounded by blue mountains,
and occupied by luxuriant forest Of walnut, fg,
pomegranate, plum, apricot, citron, locust, pear
and apple The streets are narrow, not straight,
but of regular width. Conceive, rising in the dis
lance, five hundred magnificent houses, each with
its canal and fountain then its numerous mosques,
adorned with fine marble, like mosaic pavement,
with their gilded crescents and marble NINA
rets. In the centre of all this, and winding to-
wards the city, is beautiful river natural and
artificial streams are all around; and in the city,
birds, with their lovely plumage, are hiding them
selves in the branches of the luxuriant trees.
Flowers Of endless variety and beauty, among
them the celebrated Damask rose, are difusng a
grateful perfume.
In the distance camels are approaching, laden
with goods, bringing India manufactures from Bag
dad, Mecca and Aleppo. The rich turbans and
flowing robes of the merchants contrast finely with
the rude sheep skin of the mountaineer, and the
dark garment of the wandering Arab Then the
deep blue of the sky, so intense, so cloudess; the
atmosphere, so pure and fragrant; the air, so light
and soft; the stiffness, so unbroken; all lap the
soul in elysium, and we feel the luxury Of oriental
repose. The novelty, the strangeness, the bewil-
dering beauty is perfectly seducingl
He told her of Mount Ida, With its beautiful
woods and sparkling streams of the spot which
Greek and Latin poets have invested with such
sacred VI tuc OISSloA NAooasoAh3
Athos, in the blue distance, the mountain in which
Alexander contemplated cutting statue, in which
o city of 10000 inhabitant should be held in one
hand, and all the waters of its lofty sides caught
in the other and sent in laundering cascade into
the valley Now, redeemed from barbaric hands,
it is called the Holy Mount On its sides are
twenty monasteries, containing six thousand monks
Their libraries are rich in literary treasures, res
cued from Turkish hands before the taking Of Con-
stantinople. Hetold her of the islands Of the sea;
of beautiful Cypress rising like her own fair God
dess, from the Ocean, filing the eyes with vision
of hill and valley and wooded promontory; then
of Samothrace, where Neptune sat upon the lofty
cliffs, animating the Trojan heroes of his ocean
cares between Imbros and Tenedos; of rocky
Chios, with its many ancient memories the later
battles of the Turkish hordes; and the still cefe-
brated blood of "Scio's vine )" of the Sporades,
''sown in the sea- of Rocky Patmos; of the
grotto in which St. John is said to have written,
in his exile, the Apocalypse; of mountainous
Paros, with its white quaries; of Andparos, ever
celebrated as the birth place of Phidias and Prax-
iteles; of ancient Naxos, with its extraordinary
fertility; of the ruins of the Temple Of Bacchus
aud the fountain of Ariadne. And here he would
pause to tell the story of the abandoned Anadne,
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