The daily phoenix. [volume] (Columbia, S.C.) 1865-1878, 1870-01-14
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OR THE s.Hea e,.f,3
FORTUNES OF JULIET CLAYBURN
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A Tale OF the Palmetto state.


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She held prayer-book in her hand,
and, turning to the communion service,
pointed to the commandment: "Remem-
ber that thou keep holy the Sabbath day.
Six days shalt thou labor and do all that
thou hast to do; but the seventh is the
Sabbath of the Lord thy God. In it,"
etc, etc."
After reading it attentively, aer COM
panion remarked: t-ll q .NA
"Bnt I do not propose to work-f pro-
pose to play cards !"
"But that is desecrating the sanctity
of the day." she said emphatically. ssYou
lose sight of the first clause, "Renem.
ber that thou keep holy" and the last
also, "Wherefore. the Lord blessed the
Sabbath day and hallowed it."
81 bow in reverence to the sacred ora.
cles," said Mr.. Won Oppenheim. 81
dare say, you are right, but good Hea.
ven! what dreary day Sunday must be
to you-so different from what it has
always been to me. ALI my life, have
been accustomed to look forward to it as
day of pleasure day, whose sweet
hours of leisure and recreation compen.
sated for the weekly. laborious routine
This was especially so Mt home. We
used to have grand concerts every Sum
.lay-delicious music, and delightful
balls and amusements of every descrip.
ton. Some of the most Charming re-.
miniscences possess of my own Tater-
t"ad, are the recollections which still
haunt me, of the pleasant Sabbatks I
have spent in Vienna, with nv Uncle
Gottfried. We would go to the Prater,
an immense park, abounding in beauti-
fn1 drives and picturesque walks, where
ok the beauty and fashion of Vienna
would congregate. to promenade under
the towering trees, to sit beneath the
shady groves and to listen to the sweet
sounds discoursed by magnificent Or
chestra, out in the open air.
How splendid" exclaimed Cornelia.
rapturously.
cit must be enchanting" said Juliet.
but does it not seem wrong to you, Mfr.
Won Oppenheim, to devote the holy Sab
bnth to such q puppet show, OF life.
Surely, it is a divine institution, not
given to ms for mere amusement. I think
we should only enjoy such worldly di-
versions on the week days and devote
the sacred hours of the Lords day to
more improving pursuits, striving ever
to attain holier, higher aim in life, in
order to secure for ourselves q brighter
hope for eternity" a77
The young preacher warmed with her
snbject-she began timidly, but by de-
grees improved in confidence as the ser.
mon advanced.
"frnly, model Discourse" sneered
Cornelia, "when do you propose taking
orders?"
Mr.. Won Oppenheim shot glance at
her. expressive of anything but appro.
baton, Juliet's sensitive feelings were
hurt; she was almost in tears. which
not seeing, or pretending not to see.
Cornelia continued to discuss, in terms
OF cutting sarcasm, what she was pleased
to call Outlets religious cont"
81 despise to See anybody sin like the
rest Of the world all the week and turn
saint on Sunday"
Don't mind her talk" said Mr.. Won
oppenheim, turning kindly to Juliet. '1
would rick Joc- chance for Heaven any
day, before 1 would. hers. No doubt,
you are right, in what you say-you
have Scripture on your side, at all events.
Moreover, L never combat conscientious
scruples, and my own theory of life may
not be unimpeachable, so II you think
it is wrong, 1 would not, on any account.
persuade you to play"
well, for goodness cake" interrupt
ed Rudolph, who, during the progreas
of this conversation, having performed
all the tricks he knew, and exhausted
even this prolific source Of Amusement,