The Charleston daily news. [volume] (Charleston, S.C.) 1865-1873, 1870-04-16


Fare-PcopIe with Cores and Fruit
Within-Mrs. Calhoun's Dreams and
neutrality-suspicious. Driven to In
sanity.
Public interest in the Mcfarland trial, in
New York, is helghtening 1t is noticeable that
the number OF ladies' in the audience has increas.
ed daily. The sensation Of Tuesdays proceedings
was the reading OF the letters They numbered
four in oil, three by Mrs. Calhoun and one By
Mrs. Sinclair. Two were read during the carly
hour OF the days proceedings, bat the following
alludng to John Russell Young, created more
than ordinary stir:
INTERESTING CORRESPONDENCE.
Ny Darling-I suppose you must be snow
bound as am, and send good morning. Lille
and Julius pronounce your Lucy Capulet oetter
than Madame s. Juliet anere n IL Is rnan incense
help you tomorrow. Sacrifice yourself by going
to Hennesey's, or in any other way: My fate
cries out anu informs me tnat WISH 20 Rno"
him; really to get ut him. am quite sure there
is something behind his gray eyes and mobile
face. don't like knowing people lndinerently.
Husks are such dry fare. But people with cores
and fruit within draw me. so therc are Just
three persons who are much 10 ME IN the 1esh-
]. r. Y, and you can guess tne otaer two; bus
nv dream friends are numerous. Booth Is one
OF them; spiritually he IS very Intimate. He
would he amazed to see with what ! have en-
dowed him, and how confidential ne is with
me. Did you have such whlmsf My novel will
he study OF psychology; fancy astrange story.
The boy waits / begin to say loved dearly, al
ways shall, always must; that you are heroic and
high, and O gospel to me, VINO nced one. some
day, or rather some night, l shall tell you such
story OF INV turbulent existence. would rather
write 1t, but shall never nave time. suppose
write my novel in letters to yous HOW much We
have to say to each others That we never shall
utter till the leisure OF the New Jerusalem offers
opportunity. Ever, my darling, yours, Lu.
In reading this letter, In which the initials "E
r. W occurred, Mr.. Gerry was interrupted by
Judge Davis, who said:
'Wha, you call ]. h. G. is you, Mr.. Graham
"No. It isn't. 1t Is J. r. Y.-John Russell Young.
Mr.. Gerry. The letters have been examined
with microscope, and We are unquestionably
right. If the prosecution nave any 0ouot, we VIII
fetch glass and let them examine for them.
selves.
Mr. Gerry then read part OF the third letter OF
Mira. Calhoun, but the reading was postponed
until morning, to which time the court stood al
journed.
The following are the other letters:
II CLINTON PLACE, NEW YORK.
SUNDAY EVE, june "a, 1865.
Mn Dear Mrs. HcFarland-It was o good inspi.
ration Which led you to write me, and to believe
that wanted to hear from you. A dozen times
since you went away have set down wihthe ex.
press and absolute purpose OF writing you anu
then some dreary manuscript interposed, and my
interesting pen labored till IL was so tired that iC
mad no power Of purpose left. My work Is OF that
dlscouraglng order that consumes time and
patience, and eXhausts the forces Without build
Ing any monuments OF progress. Revising, cor
recting and mendng, comparing and rejecting,
are einnently useful and greatly easier than
writing, OF which / am not fond, but rather
dreary. have been SO very ousy that nave 19 h9s
nv work for the Tribune do certain
class OF book reviews for the Independent, and
about with hands SO very IMI at haye I se
as dare say you know already. but rs IL Is the
central fact OF the universe. It Will bear repetl-
ttun; ani Housekeeping. ! obtained that bliss.
full condition, to my extreme surprise, on the lst
of Nav. We heard OF the house but two days be-
fore, took IL and bought one tca.kettle at once
for myself. am most plensed. enjoy the free
dom and largeness, aud hospitality OF home,
and, as we must live In shells through oil this
aUlc TO have them OF the largest and pleasantest.
Our house Is very pleasant, as you shall see
when you come back. But for this Ignorant
present, ] would wish myself with you In tile
smallest farm house that ever took root In the
cleft Of tile hills For know, o. mountain nympl,
that the weather Is terrific; doors and windows
swing wide; the generous palm leaf Is piled, but
we cannot raise the ghOstliest breeze from north.
eru peak, or western lake, or eastern ocean.
June In the country, with wreath OF roses, anu
white hands scattering dews, and June In town
In the brassy helmet OF August, with
sunbrowned fingers and blinded eyes are
no kin to either. Last week tho Tribune
sent me on dying vlstit to Saratoga
Lake George anu Lake Champlain, the
fruits whereof you shall have when they become
Immortal in Tuesdays Issue. Saratoga IS dread,
full but the ladies and the far-awny bills Dlled
ono with delight. You know ! am cockney or
cocSneys; know nothing OF the heart and wonder
OF country life; have q scattered peak or two, aud
vet to Inc they arc wonderful things, not to talk
about unless the dweller be very fine. Constant
conpanonshlp with nature belttles him. think
men grow blind and deaf to the glory that ls
above their heads and beneath their leet; don't
they? ! walk In the dark, but 1t seems 10 me
Tint meadow and mountain, roses and river, are
more 10 me than to the man whose estpte they
are q part. And rs art and culture must teach
me the wonderful secrets and CHARMS OF nature
SO | fancy must city life train me into country
uses have no taste for wigwams but all
through the soft spring and passionate summer
an eagerness for woods and waters possesses me.
lust now am imprisoned In the loop OF the edl.
tOral scissors, and am SO base that Shall
doubtless continue TO he oondman oil
The season, save when the Tribune lets
me out to do 1t In JOURNALISTIC WarO.
ling: Eeepng string about me that may not
jy too far. Il 1t should believe 1t vital element
Of the success OF the paper to have Two or lhree
letters from the White Mountains, am the per-
son TO sacrifice my ease in Its Interest, anu
shall find some practicable route through Smell