The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1876-03-16

ruins, felt so very small and so strange
ly desolute, I could not forbear weeping.
For moment I lived in the past; the
dead and sorrowful past! Before me in
long line stood the captive workmen OF
these gigantic walls-the poor Jews
those so sadly described by the sweet
poet as the people of hopeless faith,
homeless race I thought of their
dark and mournful faces, and of the
bitter, bitter tears cemented with these
stones, when they remembered Zion and
wept.' Then followed the noble army
of martyrs radiant with celestial grace,
their suferings and tortures furnishing
the holiday pastimes of bloody Rome.
How mysterious are the providenccs of
our God! His ways past finding out.
Then memory recalled our own sweet
home, in the far, far West, beyond the
blue waters of the broad Atlantic; that
home the once proud land of liberty-a
shelter and refuge for exiled patriotism !!
but now so changed-conquered, tram
pied upon, crushed-and, oh! how fallen! !!
'And every hand that dealt a blow-ah,
me, it was brother'sw
"Gentle lady, lovely enthusiastic, pray
do not weepl Voyez la France, and
take courage. o, what can equal the
terrors of La Revolution Franchise?
Blood blood! the blood of our noblest
and best, was poured out like water !
The whole country was one vast slaugh-
ter pen, and our people the butchers
But voyez, Voyez, Mademoiselle, she is
still La belle Francep glorious France! |!
Then weep not, gentle lady, fate may
still have great things in store for your
loved country! Remember that even in
Pandora's Box hope was found?'
eyes, Monsieur" said Jessie, gently,
"but not on fate must we rely. We may
indeed WOO and cherish bright: fond
hope, the friend even of the unfortu-
nate; and, oh! Monsieur, ours--the
Christians hope-is not like the heath
ems tabled hope found amid the unclean
rubbish of Pandora's Box; our hope is
the offspring of love, and faiths twin
sister. 0, yes, we have sure and pre-
tious hope, built upon the word of Jeho-
yah, that he will even in judgment re-
member mercy. Let thy judgment help
me- must be the cry which each heart in
our stricken land shall echo, until it
teaches and receives an answer of peace
in heavenly courts! !"
Comte de R gazed with admiration
on the enthusiastic girl. Her vivacity,
her guileless enthusiasm and her girlish
simplicity had irresistibly drawn him to
the little Southern girl; but he could
not comprehend the child-like trust in,
and the humble acceptance of, Gods
will which appeared more conspicuous
in one naturally so highly mettled and
impetuous as was our Jessie. The Comte
sighed, for he felt that the girl he loved
and himself were not one in heart. +,
Time will not permit us to follow our
nleasant friends in their wanderinps
through places made eloquent by nations
and men; men of whom it may justly
be said, "they were giants" in those day.
Neither may we linger over the tender
and sad farewell of Comte de R with
his Carolina friends, which took place in
November, at Liverpool, where DR.. st.
Julien and his fascinating niece secured
passage in the steamer -- for New
York on their way home.
The admired and wealthy Adolphe
Comte de R felt it to be great and
painful disappointment, when Harry's
little Chicora blossom gently and sorrow
fully, but firmly refused his profered
hand and heart; and with them his fine
estates and romantic old chateau in
France.
"AlasI alasw mused Jessie, her large
black eyes filling with tears as she caught
the last glimpse of the city which con-
tanned their pleasant and warmly appre-
eiated friend, "why is it we poor girls
can't have nice gentleman friend, but
just as soon as we learn to value the
pleasant friendship, he spoils it all by
talking of love, hymen, and such like
nonsense. All, well-a-day this is silly
world-this world in which we livep'
TO BE CONTINUED.