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

scarcely touched the keys, when the frame of Vic
tor began to thrill with emotion. There was mag
ic in her very touch, as, with rare skill, her tape
fingers flew along the keys with light and air.
touches, now filling the chamber with wild out
bursts of sweetness, and bringing forth sounds 81
firy-lke and soft, that they seemed family tt
reach the eur from the gloom, in the far off cor
ner of some vast cave. She played several airs
gliding from stately and solemn marches to light
and airy waltzes and then, again without pausine
to ask his choice, gave forth some grand majestic
oratorio, without having once glanced at Victor
who stood by during her performance. As she end
ed the oratorio, she was about to rise, but desi
ring to hear her voice in song, for it was an ex
ceedingly sweet one in conversation, Victor en-
treated her for song.
81 seldom sing now," answered Miss DcEere
glancing into the face of Victor, with a smile that
came out like sunbeam, ''The popular songs Of
the present day do not please my taste. When
this cruel war is over the Bonnie Blue Flag,
and wild Dixie, have been screamed and drum
med into my ears, until shudder when | hear q
note that reminds me of them cannot sing
them"
but you have your own favorite songs, re-
Joined Victor and I would wish to know them
know they must be gems Of music.
"When one cannot sing popular songs" said
Miss DcVere, lone need not sing at all. like
old music and old songs best, but they do not suit
the present taste, and never nfct them on my
friends"
'Old songs are my delight" replied Victor
"New songs want the charm and power OF asso
ciation to render them perfect When this crue
war is over, is faithess to the cause in its sent
ment; it is unheroic. The Bonnie Blue Flag /:
light, pleasant, and airy. Dixie know moi
what to think Of 1t did not please ME, at first
but one must hear it in camp, to feel its full pow
er. But all our Southern National songs are de-
fcicnt in depth and pathos. They cannot live
long.
"You are right" replied Miss DeVere; "they
arc as ephemeral in their character as the pam
phlets that the crisis called forth. We have great
musical talents at the South however, and time
will develop them. Until then, l must cling tc
old songs, even if no longer popular.
"Will you please sing ME one, then, Miss De-
Vere" said Victor, ''of those that accord with
your own taste; l know that l shall not only ad
mire, but love it.
"Perhaps not, Mr.. Garnett ; my taste is very
peculiar one, I fear," replied Miss DcVere "l
is old fashioned, and out of fashion, too, to love
old things; but how can help it?' And turning
to the piano, Miss DeVere, began soft and gen
tie prelude. During her previous performances
Victor had remarked that Miss DeVere seemed as
emotionless and unmpassioned as a statute chs
eed out of marble; but as she began to sing, &
barely pcrceptible fush-yet that was much in one
of her marble temperament -suffuscd her pale
cheeks her face kindled with animation and he1
whole expression became full of intense feeling
What world of feeling there must have beer
locked up in the heart of that pale, undemonstra
tive, marble beauty, with So calm and placid al
exterior, 80 cmotonless, until her lips opened ii