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

q non .nl -. b.i ta1iS i.i
showorcd with stars, shower of diamond. A
lfew faint, clouds, slightly tingcd with the last
hues, of evening, fingered on tho 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 jessalnincs and myrtle
which clothed the sides of the mountains; all
was richness, solemn splcndor, and sacred re-
pose, The vivid eye Of the Boy, made to re-
jolcc in all that filled the Imagination, rovcd
over the boundess field Of the stars of Heaven
with a delight, which kept him silent
"Fron 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 tho treasures of nature to the Soy
crcgn Of Nature, descend the thunder and the
tempest, the bolt that strikes the mountain pin
naclcs into dust, and the hurricane that swclls
the sea into destruction. And shall we wonder
that religion, bright holy and bounllcss as
those skies, should have power, from time to
time, to fill the earth with terror, to dazzle the
weak, to oycrwhclm the bcwildcrcd,, to give an
irresistible impulse to a1'that is bold, ihagna-
tive, untameablc, and soaring, in the heart of
man."
''But what has tho dagger, or the pistol, to
do with this impulse? yet those stickcrs for
their contradictory follics would have flung
me to the sharks which carried off the doctors
of the black and white camcls."
The young Scribe smiled, and simply said.
"Nly lord while ninc-tcnths of mankind arc
fools, why were we to expect that our pilgrim
ship contained none but sagcs. Willie ill man
kind are creatures of the passions, why were VIC
to suppose that a crew of enthusiasts alone
we're incapable Of being frcnzied by scorn.
But let us 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 VII! be stirred with the good But if the
Nile, when it pours down its flood Of fertility
on the burning soil Of the Delta, brings weeds
into life with the harvest, is the fault in the
just finished his course of glory in yondcr
waves, rises 20 circle thcworld with light and
life, areSwc TO cxtin-uisll his beams, through
fear Of the insects which he quickcns in the
marsh and the wilderness ?" The Young
speaker Of these words had been reused by the
subject into unusual fcgvor His pale countcn-
ancc had suddenly lighted up and as hc gazcd
on the armament, unconscious of all things
bu; the glory which had awokc his feelings,
the I}cy found it impossible to withdraw his
eyes from its animated beauty. The expressive
features flushed with new intelligence The
glance, always powerful, seemed to catch, new
briilancy from the splcndors above. Even the
voice seemed 20 be changed. Always sweet it
was now lofty and solemn, yet it touched the
spirit Of the he rcr more than in its softcst
was now conviction to his soul. Tie naughty
warrior, the proud philosopher, the conscious
superior Of every mind that he had till now
encountered, all gave way; and iiinging 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
iollics and tic guide Of his existence
The Scribe suddenly discngagcd himself
from this impctuous instance of friendship,
and with one struggling hand still held in the
grasp of Austapha, and the other pressed
closely to his forehead, turned away in silence
Hear me now said the inpatient Bcy 'oncc
for all I abandon all cagcrncss to Interfere in
other mems concerns. This voyage this hour,
have given me wisdom worth life. And if ever
Mnstalha Ben Mustapha 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 80 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 turbanstill deeper onhis brows
and wrapping his mantle closer round him. re-
marked, that the night was at hand, and that
some village should be sought for, where they
might find shelter and entertainment. Mus
tapha in the ardour Of tho moment would
have dcspiscd the aid Of man, and remained
gazing on the stars, and listening to the wis
dom Of his companion. But gust from the