The Fairfield herald. [volume] (Winnsboro, S.C.) 1849-1876, 1869-07-07
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rous boy--like Nathaniel of old, in
him there was no guile. His dark
brown eyes had in them tho sweetest,
saddest expression I ever saw and q
kind of mournful dignity oharacteris.
ed, his every look and word and act.
Iloved him even then, child as was,
and enthroned him upon the loftiest
pedestal of my heart. He was my
champion in all my childish difficult
ties, my companion in all my childish
sports and being much farther, ad-
,vanced in his studies than I, kindly
and oheerfully assisted me in mine
and strove all in his power to tighten
my burdens for me. ~ gng Laa
'44 Paul Herbert, when I look back
through the pearly mists of years, I
know that thou vert the noblest and
truest, the best and bravest of Gods
created beings, Thy name and na-
ture we're without stain and to-day
thou art wearing crown in heaven
and sweeping the thrilling chords Of
some triumphant harp to the praise
of Him, who reigns forever and for
ever EES W g3r 4n
aH At Tho age of fourteen I was sepa-
rated from Paul. He was sent to col.
'lege in one part Of the State and I,
to another considerably distant. A
short time after our departure from
home, the gentle spirit Of my aunt
forsook its frail, perishiug tenement
and winged its upward way through
fields of ether, to the mansions pre-
pared for the blest. Six months af-
forwards, MRS. Herbert died. My
grief at the great loss Ihad sus-
tanned was violent at first, but
the coroual Of youth was on my brow
mud the elasticity of youth in my
heart and time soon healed the wound.
My teachers we're kind and consider.
ate aud my two roommates, Affection
ate and sympathising toa great de
gree. Dear CLARA and Ella, / little
dreamed that the threads Of their
bright young lives would0so soon be
clipped by the relentless shears Of
fate. One lived only long enohghIto
wear tho orangc.wreath and bridal
paraphernalia for three brief weeks,
and then exchanged them for the cy-
press and the white vesttme9ts of the
grave. The other started with her
parents'o on voyage across the Atlan-
tic to visit friends In England, but she
was neither destined to behold the
white cliffs Of Albion's beauteous isle
nor to return to the lovely land Of
her nativity. The stately ship went
down in the vast encircling waters
and my sohooimato found home
among coral-reefs and pearly.caves.
Sad fate for one so young and beauti-
ful 'a @&a@ pa = - &fj5 2& (
Two years after the death of my
aunt, my uncle's loneliness and DESC
lation prompted him to marry again
but his second wife proved q perfSe.
Xantippe in his once peaceful home.
She extended no cordial welcomes to
me when 7 returned to visit my un.
ole during my brief vacations and
noticed that his brow, once 80 placid,
was nearly always overcast, and that
he seemed ever to dread some out
break Of her temper, which the SER
wants declared to bo uncomfortable.
MY good uncle had discovered after it
was too late, that there was no con-
'geuia.ity between them, but as much
as lay in his power, he concealed his
grief with all the heroic frmpess of
the Spartan boy. r ~
When Paul Herbert was twenty
two and I, eighteen, we graduated, he,
with the highest honors of his class.
We had corresponded regularly dur
ing our collage days. There was no
actual betrothal between us but there
existed o tacit understanding that af.
ter he had established reputation
for himself, he .wonld boar me away
to be, as he termed it, the light of bis
heartbstone and blessing Of his home.
He had decided TO become o pupil Of
Esc calapius, his tastes lay in that d.
reotion, so he purposed going to the
West to study nndsra learned and
experienced physioian--the once yalu-
ed friend of his deceased father. The
day that he bade me farewell was one
Of the saddest of my life. It seemed
to me that the sun had euddenly been
stricken from the sky and that night
Of the most impenetrable gloomIhad
closed around me. But my misfor.
tunes we're MOTTO end there. My'un.
ole died suddenly aud left ne alone,
friendiess and destitute. AN his lit
tie possessions passed into the hands
Of bis widow aud she soon gave me to
understand thatI@ was un Welcome and
an Intruder in her hoasshold.F Twas
like q storm.tossed mariner on an7ap.
CRY sea, With asky Of inky blackness
overh cad aud wild and roaring billows
'threateniDg to engulf me all around.
a mariner with !, neither compass nor
polar star. i was like d weary wan4
deres Id a desert land, bowihg before
the blseting simoons no green oasis
in view 8hefs / might rest MY weary