Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1868-06-25

received her education at the North only returned
to take possession of the old family mansion, sev-
eral months after the war had begun. She is the
only DeVere in the city.
81 am so fond of music, Miss Danvcrs, that |
must beg you to play few pieces for me, said
Victor, turning to her, with load lifted from his
bosom"
''You must, really, excuse me- said Nellie,
with good humored smile after Miss DeVere' s
singing, the world should be silent"
''The nightingale would be poor musical ac-
QUESTION to the world" returned Victor, If he
made the whole grove silent before him. l shall
regret ever having heard Miss DeVere, if it is to
deprive me of the pleasure of hearing you.
twill not obstnately to CRAFTY soldier,
said Nellie, rising; "but sing no songs, these
evil days. but such as are fit for the ears of our
dear Southern boys in camp. They may not bear
criticism, but they please me-
Nellie took her seat at the piano without fur
ther apology and with scarcely prelude, thrilled
the ears of Victor with stirring war song. 1t
was simple, plain destitute of pretension, but
suitable for the times In these days it may sound
tamcy and cold, but with the guns of Moultrie
and the enemy's batteries keeping time to its wild
stirring measure it was, to Victor, inspiring, elo-
quent, and even sublime
CONFEDERATE WAR SONG.
Oh! March to the hattie field I! march march away,
Where roaring in thunder tones deep,
The foemen stand brsllng In battle array,
Then, son of the Southrpn, arouse " from sleep,
And march march away!
II H. nollcr 10 stand
Mid the smoke rolling dun,
In defence of your land
Where the fight il begun,
Than 10 rest ye In rose-scented bowers,
Where pleasure stands guarding the way,
And numbering by SMILES the soft gliding hours
Then for shame march! march away!
Again hear the roar. How II bo0ms the air
How loudly IL calls you To arm for the strife
Accused be the craven that fingers through i' iear'
When heroes are battling for home andio llic
Quick! March march away!
+ Thc S',st red fieIG aItsR with your steel,
While the shots keep
Even heat with your heel
Than hide at home with your shame,
And shrink from the dangers that play
On klnsnen left struggling with steel and with fame,
Oh for shame March! march away!
Beleasuered and bleeding, your country implores;
Her 10 her standard eEtreatlng she callsj
Oh! arm &c and march where the hUarSc cannon roars,
And keep ye like heroes her battlefront walls.
Oh March! march away!
Ii II swerter 10 die
On the balestuined field
Your pail the blue sky,
Than to faltrr or yield
Its better fall on her breast,
And breathe your proud spirit away, .
Than 10 live, vile, craven creature, unhlest-
Then for shame! March! march away!
Perhaps it would be we'll for us to pause here,
nor attempt to tell how the wild bloodeaped III the
veins of Victor while Nellie Danvers was giving
utterance to this stirring song, with glowing
check, flashing eye, and heaving Breast that
told how deeply all her woman's feelings were en-
listed in the contest for independence. With the
loud-mouthed guns joining their deep bass to the
accompaniment, and giving force to the impas-
stoned language of the song it fell upon the ear OF
the young soldier, whose pent-up enthusiasm had
not yet found expression in deeds, like the bugle
blast that calls to the battle.
During the singing of this song, Mrs Vernon
had been called from the room, and Victor 5
thoughts had been so absorbed that her disap-
pearance had been unnoticed Nellie sang many
more pieces, and needing not the flight OF time,
Victor fingered until the distant sound Of old St.
NIchaes clock tolled the hour Of one and sum-
moned him away. The hosptable Mrs. Vernon,
who had returned, would gladly have detained the
young soldier longer, but remembering the duties
entrusted to him, Victor tore himself away, more
than ever delighted with Mrs Vernon and charm
ing Nellie Danvers
Even Miss DeVerc, the cold and statueque
beauty, never repcing, but never seeming to kin,
die into generous warmth, had pleased, and puz
zed, and attracted him. As Victor left the house,
it was with ahope that he might again meet Rache
YES he was thankful that such was her name
Rachel DeVere. Probably they would never meet
again. Nellie and himsef-they would meet Of
ten. Nothing could prevent that But Miss De-
We're was stranger; and, it was with almost sigh
that Victor said to himself, She sa stranger, and
we will never meet again.
Was it Victor's heart that made one stranger
and the other friend.