The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1876-01-20

Dor from this house. Arriving in the
city at early candle-lighting, my firs'
view of the water was not obtained until
morning, as it broke in soft, low, but
deep-toned murmurs on the ear, and
glittered like silver in the sunshine. o
Papal I do not wonder at Byron's love
for old Ocean, expressed in that beaut'
full stanzas of "Childe Harold" and end
ing. "And 1 have loved thee, ocean,
To sit and gaze upon the deep, deep sea-
and harken to its music, awakens all oi
the unsxpressed poetry of the heart, both
tender and sublime. Methinks the tale
of love would sound more soft and sweet
if its melody mingled with the music Of
the sea! And for sublimity, doth it moi
still bear upon its heavy bosom the "lm-
age of Eternity" as when Gods Spirit
just moved upon the waters? wonder
how evil thoughts can fill the hearts, OF
evil deeds stain the hands of the dwellers
by the seaside! One feels here so really
in the presence of the Great ! Am!
I love, too, to watch the gallant ships
going out and coming in, freighted with
the wealth of our own and foreign lands,
Then in fancy, at least, I may become a
traveller and visit other, but I am sure
not fairer climes than our own sweet
sunny South! ri r,s tr
Yesterday morning the delegates met
at st. Andrews Hall, and framed and
passed the solemn Act of Secession. No
persons outside the delegates and news
paper reporters were permitted in the
hall. But last night the people were
invited to the Institute Hall to witness
Gthe ratification of the ordinance
There, at a very early hour, we repaired
and succeeded in getting very good seats.
Insver saw such a crowd in my life. :: !
suppose great many didnotget into the
house at all, and ~yet-it is very large
and capacious building. The delegates
are most of them old or middle-aged
men, so we see .ttheir princes" are not
children" w..
. Papa, dearest Papa, I cannot describe
to you how I felt. my. heart actually
stopped beating, and in that vast throng
there was dsath-like stiffness as the
members went up, one by one, and signed
their names, thus registering the birth
day of the brave little nation. But when
they finished the grave and solemn cere-
monial, and tho President arose and in a
voice deep with proud and manly emo
ton, said, "The Ordinance of Secession
has been passed and ratified. South
Carolina is no longer in the Federal
Union" the shouts of the populace must
have been heard a very long distance
and who knows? they may have reached
the caverns of the sea, and startled the
Mercedes in their coral palaces But,
strange to say, I did not feel e1ultant, an
inexpressible sadness weighed upon my
heart. Proud, indeed, I am of our gal
lant little sister! But can she hold her
bold position? and if she does, oh! what
anguish may yet be hers before she
proves her strength! looked around
to see if any felt as I did. The women,
the daughters of Carolina wept, but as
they wept they smiled, and waved their
handkerchiefs. On manly faces 1 read
deep emotion, but high and stern re.
solve.
Marion, like all of her family, is a
warm secessionist. May, do not smile
Papa, at girls politics, for in truth the
children here on that subject seem to feel
like men and women.) When the loud
cry of joy and exultation was raised
poor Marion trembled all over, and be-
came as white as the purcst marble. Ar
thur Ferguson observing her emotion
asked if she was sick. "Oh! Arthur
after all I'VE may not win p' she passion
ately exclaimed, and an abundant flow
of tears relieved her painful agitation
but she has never been her own merry
self since. All! Papa, these are times
which make girls feel like old aOomen!
seem to have lived SO long since yester.
day. Last night the private houses as
well as public buildings were many Of
them brilliantly illuminated, and Meet
ing street had a long line of tar barrel.
through its whole length, which were
lighted and looked splendid l.!
had almost forgotten to tell you wha
gay and gallant sight Charleston pre-
sents with her numerous banners Of
every color and various devices waving
over her streets. I never take a drive
through the city without being reminded
of the description in ''Marmion" o.
''King James Camp" near Dun Edir
lust before the battle of Flodden:
uNor marked they less, when high In air,
A thousand streamers Haunted fair
Various in shape, device and hue
Green, sanguine, purple, red and blue.
Broad, narrow, swallow-tailed and square,
Scroll, pennon, pensil bandroi, there
Der the pavilion few"
And well might each denizen of thi'
lovely city echo the poets involuntary
exclamation of loving admiration in thu
midst of his description
"Mine own romantic town"
Before leaving the subjects of liberty
and patriotism, which are here the al
most endless topics of conversation,
will mention that the building (now the
rostofice, but during the revolution o.