The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1876-01-20
When I walk thro' the old church.

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yards of this city, I fully realize that I
tread the soil where tie dust of heroes
lie buried. Can it be wondered, then,
that her children will not tamely wear
the yoke of tyranny?
Leaving the heroics, will tell you
something amusing. The day after we
arrived here from Berkley, my curiosity
was awakened by hearing very frequent
and peculiarly high, shrill, nasal cry on
the street, varied by an occasional loud
coarse, deeptoned bass, the only words l
could catch of the song, which seemed
to be all chorus, we're, ''going by going
by! yahT" I enquired of Marion what
it meant. After indulging in a hearty
laugh, she explained it was the cry of
negro women and men, pedling different
commodities, such as oysters, fish, pota-
toes, &C., on the streets, and they took
that cheap, easy, and to them pleasant
way of heralding their approach. She
had heard, she said, it was custom pc.
culiar to Charleston. She had scarcely
finished her explanation, when suddenly
the high, shrill cry of "buy any oysters !
buy any oysters oysters oysters going
by | going by! yah !" sound so near ME
was startled, and turned (so perfectly
was the imitation) expecting to see one
Of the sable venders in the drawing
room. A merry face and wild burst Of
laughter from Jessie Ferguson, who had
personated the oyster.woman, greeted
me. Jessie is one of the sweetest ard
prettiest, imps Of mischief you ever saw.
Her figure is petite, light and graceful,
and in the piquant expression of her ever
varying face, and the lustre of her merry
black eye, you easily trace her Huguenot
deacent. As black and as glossy as the
ravens plumage are the luxuriant tresses
which curl in careless grace over her
shoulders. Altho' not so beautiful as
either Marion Maham or Annie st. Jul
len, she wins all hearts by her girlish
vivacity and good humored wit. Harry
and herself are constant companions,
warm friends and the very life of the
house; fun-seeking, mischief-loving boy
as he is, Jessie is always up to him. Ar
thur Ferguson, Jessie's only brother,
land they are orphans,) is quite different
both in appearance and character. He
is tall, graceful and handsome; he has
the soft, brown eyes I think poets ought
to have, and broad, white, intellectual
brow; but he is a medical student, and
I should not say there is much poetry in
giving physic or cutting off legs and
arms. He says it is noble profession,
ard opens highway to both greatness
goodness. People often say, Arthur
ought to be the girl and Jessie the boy"
but don't think so, for altho' soft and
gentle in manners, he is perfectly manly.
In temperament he bears strong resem-
blance to Marion, both of them being
high-strung and poetic. She says they
are far off cousins, which nearly every
body in these parts seem to be.
The Mahams you already know and
admire as they deserve to be; but must
tell you something of my newly made
friends. I call them new friends, but I
cannot realize that I have not known
thsm all my life, so homelike and pleas
ant has been my intercourse with them,
and 30 kind and atfectionate their atten-
tions to your Rose.
Doct. st. Julien, our hospitable enter
tainer, is very tall and handsome mid
dle-aged gentleman, whose manners are
both courteous and courtly. can imag-
inc him in his youth dancing minuet,
but never, never a schottish o.! polka !
He is little inclined to bombast, but is,
withal, such perfect gentleman that it
neither excites ridicule OF aversion He
possesses more general information than
any person I have ever met, and with his
great intelligence, he combines the rare
faculty of imparting knowledge easily
and pleasantly in conversation. But,
altho' so entertaining az companion,
and both courteous and kind to ME, there
is something-I scarcely know what
which prevents me from regarding him
with the great admiration I feel for our
old friend, Col. Maham. When. 1 ask
myself why? or compare them at all,
the words of the gentle Saviour ring in
my ears: Except ye be converted, and
become as little children, ye cannot enter
the Kingdom of Heaven" 1t is the per-
feet simplicity and singlc-heartedness of
the good Colonel which wins our love.
wish you could know Annie St. Jul.
len! She is not school girl like Marion,
Jessie and L; she is really young lady,
for she is eighteen, but as guileless and
artless as child. might tell you her
hair is of the richest, darkest brown her
complexion so fair and delicate it would
seem the lightest touch would stain its
purity, and her eyes of the softest hazel I;
but might exhaust all of the adjectives
expressing beauty, and even then 1 could
give you no idea Of her perfect loyeliness,
for it is the sweet spirit of charity per-
yad5hg her whole being which makes her
so charming. Love adds softness to her
eyes bright glance; humility lends grace
to her courteous, gentle manners hope
gives to her heart its joyous elasticity,
and faith teaches her to cling with per-
feet love and quiet confidence to our