The daily phoenix. [volume] (Columbia, S.C.) 1865-1878, 1868-03-12
Editorial correspondence of tho
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trip to any one WHO can. stand the
outlay, orfwho is fortunate, enough
as is the ;Sriter-to be railrbaded,
boarded and trotted around in a
handsome vehicle, without being
called apol 10 decrease the amonnt
Of his small store Of greenbacks.
The weather is charming; the ladies'
look their prettiest; the street cars
ting-aling-aling merrily;i tho Battery
is thronged, with great folks and the
little toddlers who are to fill their
places when life's fitfnl journey ends.
Business, it is true, is dull, and the
number OF "To Rents" as numerous,
in proportion, as is unfortunately
the case in Columbia. Charleston is
visited every day by great numbers
of Northern seekers after pleasure
and health-which is q decided bless.
ing to the hotel-keepers, who other
wise would, we are afraid, be COM
PEELED to close their doors. Magnolia
Cemetery, Fort Sumter, Sullivan's
and the adjacent islands receive
their full share of admiration and
attention from these birds of passage.
The Convention is about to close
its sittings, and the result of the
rather lengthy and expensive session
will soon be submitted to the voters
for ratification or reiorfiOD
In our peregrinations around the
city with ''little Billy" of the Cou-
rier-what a contrast?-we encoun-
tered Capt. Edwards. of the ship
Missouri whole-soulcd. jolly good
fellow-who fully makes up in Gle
verness and rotundity what he lacks
in height. The captain is great
stickler for principle, as the following
incident will show: 4 strike occurred
among the colored stevedores a short
time ago, and their places were filled
by whites-Capt. Edwards. we be-
lieve, being instrumental in intro
ducing the Caucasian element. OBJ
serving that they employed u black
horse to do the hosting, he insisted
that white or light-colorsd one
should be substituted, rs he wanted
no more black laborers about his YES
sel-which is model of neatness.
The Captain Is a cosmopolite, in the
strictest sense Of the term.
The Hibernian Hall has been trans-
formed into neat and tastily ar
ranged theatre, and the Messrs. TEN
pleton have an excellent company
Mr.. and Mrs. H. Watkins played a
very successful engagement Of fort
night, closing on Saturday night
with Bourcicault's Irish comedy Of
the colleen Bawn." and the musi-
cal burletta of Jenny Leatherlungs"
in which Mrs. Watkins had an ex-
cellent opportunity of exhibiting her
pleasing musical powers, in the much
admired "Cruiskeen Lawn" and a
medley, which runs somewhat in this
style:
I've wandered through the village,
Tom,
Along with Anna Lee,
To listen to the mocking bird,
In the cottage by the sea.
Reid's bay mare can't be beat
While coming through the rye;
Let me kiss him for his mother,
Says the spider to the fly.
The colored girl and poor old Ned
Now swell our national song;
I'd offer thee this hand of mine
But take your time, Miss Long.
I'm lonely since my mother died
Susanna, don't you cry;
We're all nodding through the world,
Then root, hog, or die.
Hark! I hear an angel sing,
Ah! daddy, he's struck lie
We're coming, father Abraham,
Along with Annie Lyle.
The song my mother used to sing,
The wearing OF the green
The girl left behind me
L..