Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1867-11-14

slit; ne drew glowing picture OF nature the Iol
est the sky the sea, in sunshine and in storm, an
s likened the human countenance to it. The shad
on the hill, the light on the flower, less beautift
than the calm of thought on the brow, or the blus
9 on the cheek. The dancing sunlight, the soft ia
ling rain less beautiful than the human face JOY
GUS or impassioned, subdued or afflicted.
And then the voice, deep and strong in man
l hoods prime, or low and sweet in woman 'musi
r from the soul to it. And how sweet the memor
of it! at home or abroad, by land or by sea, ne
curing often in new accents, or orerer slumbering
how dear the liquid tones.
Then he spoke of the eloquence Of home, tn
] eloquenoe of woman as she was found pleadin
with tears, with her misguided husband; sister
8 voice encouraging some tempted brother; daugh
ter welcoming father; maiden whispering Lin
gering words to one dearer than life, what cal
t Compare to it? .. ....
d he spoke of conversation giving impulse-a1
simpulse which meditation or reading will not give
fIfor in the one we are thrown in upon ourselves
and in the other the mind is passive. But in th'
presence of humanity there is power, and the mag
netsm of social intercourse calls out all our menta
energy. ..
Fl Then he spoke of the great takers of society
the thinkers aloud of johnson, strong minded
and strong hearted Indolent, and averse to the
labor of composition, conversation gave expression
to his teeming intellect. A Goliah and q David
strong to WELD beam, dnimble to whirl peb
bic, he was at all times invincible.
He spoke of Madame De Stael, imaginative and
artistic, mystical and vivacious, eloquent, wise
and strong, "a goddess on the Olympus Of compo
sition, and yet at heart very woman; preserving
in mind fitted to discuss science, law and politics
gentle, tender, womanly sympathy, which KEPT
her heart young to the grave.
Of Macintosh, of Coleridge, who like Socrates
was q teacher Of teachers Who without posses
ing the intensity and unity of the ancient seer
could so combine reason and imagination, that
philosophy was music and thinking became q
song.' To such conversation, or rather ripping
talk, jamie could have listened forever; but he
suddenly asked,
"What is the best charm of conversation, Miss
Janie?'
'sYou have just told me, said she; "truth and
trust. "
"You are prompt at catching lesson" he re-
Piled with his beaming smile. 81 should have
added selfrevealing also. am curious to know
if our tastes harmonze so instead of inficting
longer upon you my talk, let us have some CONVEX
sation."
| He then introduced books and authors, and
without asking direct questions, he proved jamie
to the utmost. Some new idea every moment was
given, which Janie's versatile and plastic mind
seized and presented in language Of brilliant beauty.
She was not conscious of the thought, the origi-
nality, the strength, which his acute questions
reused in her; but light and sparkling as the foam
on champagne, her brilliant fancy flashed and
glanced. 49,.
Art science, literature, travel, anecdote. nature,
were all discussed.
Janies concentrative energy, her sparkling YER
satility, her vivid alterations, were the true and
perfect image of life indeed He drew out all her
resources, quickened all her faculties, and she telt
as if under some Promethean hand, rousing her
not only to life, but to life vigorous and true.
How long they talked she did not know; the
time seemed short, and yetit must have been
hours, for Annie was home.
He arose to 60. -,
'Sister Annie has just come," said she; twill
you not wait and see her?"
He smiled an amused smile; she did not under
stand it.
"Not now," said he; eff Miss Annie will allow
me, perhaps, tonight I will see her"
They were all sitting out in their cool piazza that
night, when Annie said, 'John is coming; hear
his voice."
'That is simply an imagination ofyours, Annie.
You know it is about time for John to come home,
and you think if you do not hear him, you ought
to-" said jamie.
"No," replied Annie, IT cannot be mistaken in
Johns laugh; it is so careless, so free, and so
hearty withal-there it is again. Is not that
John?"
'sYcu are right, Annie, it is John; let us 60 and
meet him." said jamie.
'Stop, jamie, some one is with him." said the
more prudent Annie. "Perhaps it is stranger. "
"Oh I forgot to tell you. Mr.. Dunbar will be
here tonight; he told me to tell you to-day" said
jamie.
'sDid he2" replied Annie quietly.
"Annie, how passive you are," said jamie. IF
I had lover like Percy Dunbar, l should be per-
fectly wild"
'eBut Percy Dunbar is not my lover" said An
ME Therefore, it would be very much out OF
place, for me to commit any extravaganzas.
''He is not? I should like to know what he
comes here then for?" said jamie, curiously.
'Not to see me, certainly" said Annie.
eyes, Annie, said jamie, laughing; ''literaly
to see you, for he never looks at anything else."
"Yes, he does" replied Annie, with quiet hu-
NOR, ''He looks at the door sometimes, if our
party is not complete"
jamie looked at Margaret et-Annie laughed.
"'The chiep S amang you takin notes, but faith
Annie, 'prent them,'" said jamie.
"Call the book Earl Douglas, as you. call him,
and dedicate it to your" said Annie.
"Our Annie descend to raileryl" cried jamie, in
affected surprise. ''Do you want motto? Let
me give you the opening stanzas of Burns Death
and Doctor Hornbook. Recollect them, Annie?
"some books are lies frae end 10 cnd."
Let us consign the volume to merited oblivion
But, hush it is Dunbar, and who is that with
him p
'Mr. Hunterl' said jamie, warmly, as she ex-
tended her hand.
The young man grasped it. 81 was sure of
welcome from you, Miss jamie, said he, in low
tone; then went forward to speak to the other
members of the family.
| Newton was also with them, and the party took
their seats the soft moonlight just clear enough
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