The Orangeburg news. [volume] (Orangeburg, S.C.) 1867-1875, 1867-07-06
SATURDAY MORNING, JULY 6, 1867. 1

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showercd with stars, ashowor Of diamond. A
few faint clouds, slightly tingcd with the last
hucs of evening, fingered on the western hori-
zon, like the last incense from some mighty al
tar The air was STILL and breathing the odor
of the sheets Of wild jessanincs and myrtle
which clothed the sides of the mountains; all
was richness, solemn splcndor, and sacred re-
pose. The vivid eye of the Bcy, made to re-
joicc in all that filled the Imagination, rovcd
over the boundless field Of the stars of Heaven
with a delight, which kept him silent
"From that sky said the youth, (which
looks one vast palace of holy tranquility, from
this fragrant air, which brcaths like an offer
ing Of all the treasures of nature to the Sow
crcign of Nature, descend the thunder and the
tempest, the bolt that strikes the mountain pin
naccs into dust, and the hurricane that swclls
the sea into destruction. And shall we wonder
that religion, bright, holy and boundlcss as
those skies, should have power, from time to
time, to fill the earth with terror, to dazzle the
weak, to ovcrwhclm the bcwildcrcd, to give an
irresistible impulse to alItlat is bold inlagina-
tive, nntamcablc, and soaring, in the heart of
man."
''But what has the dagger, or the pistol, to
do with this impulse? yet those sticklcrs for
their contradictory follcs would have flung
nc to the sharks which carried off the doctors
of the black and white camcls.'
The young Scribe smiled, and simply said.
| "My lord while ninc-tcnths of mankind arc
fools, why were we to expect that our pilgrim
ship contained none but sagcs. While all man
Kind arc creatures of the passions why were we
to suppose that crew of enthusiasts alone
were incapable Of hcing frcnzicd by scorn.
| But let lis not lay the blame on religion TO
produce great effects. VIC must find great pow
crs. Where universal man is to be stirred the
evil will be stirred with the good But if the
| Nile, when it pours down its flood Of fertility
on the burnin. soil Of the Delta brings weeds
into life with the harvest, is the fault in the
Nile? Or when the mighty orb that has but
just finished his course of glory in yondcr
waves, rises 20 circle tho world with light and
life. areSwc to cXt;nyuish his beams, through
fear Of the insects which he quickcns in the
marsh and the wilderness 2" The young
speaker of these words had been reused by the
subject into unusual fc!vor. His pale countcn-
ancc had suddenly lighted up, and as he gazcd
on the armament. Unconscious of I'LL things
bu: the glory which had awokc his feelings,
the l}cy found it impossible to withdraw his
eyes from its animated beauty. The expressive
features flushed with ncw intelligence The
glance, always powerful, seemed to catch, new
brilliancy from the splcndors above. Even the
voice seemed 20 be changed. Always sweet, it
was nos lofty and solemn, yet it touched the
spirit Of the he rel more than in its softcst
moments. 1t was once music to his ear it
WAS now conviction to his soul Tie naughty
warrior, the proud philosopher, the conscious
encountered all gave way and iinging him
self on the neck of his friend, Mustapha
pledged himself by every light blazing in that
sky Of serenity never to part from his
young sage his counsellor, the tanner of his
foics, and the guide Of his existence
The Scribe suddenly dscngagcd himself
from this inipctuous instance Of friendship,
and with one struggling hand still held in Tie
grasp Of Mustapha. and the other pressed
closely to his forehead turned away in silence
Hear me now" said the inpatient Bcy "oncc
for all; | abandon all cagcrncss to interfere in
other mems concerns. This voyage, this hour,
have given me wisdom worth life And ifcvcr
Mustalha Ben Nustapha troubles his brain about
making fools wiser than nature intended them to
be; about giving experience to slaves incapable
Of thought or teaching liberation to traders in
bigotry; may he 60 the way of the doctors; or
worse, may he be parted from his first and last
OF friends, even from his young philosopher"
The young philosopher answered this burst Of
sentiment only with one of his quiet smiles,
and drawing his turbans still deeper on his brows.
and wrapping his mantle closer round him, re-
marked that the night was ut hand, and that
some village should be sought for where they
might find shelter and entertainment. Mus
taphl in the ardour Of the moment, would
lave dcspiscd the aid Of man, and remained
gazing on tic stars, and listening to the wis
dom Of his companion. But a gust from the