The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1876-03-23


vell,' He permits it; and we, STOPPING
tremblingly to lift our Gross, may even
now with glad hope, perceive the soften
ing CLEANS of divine love and compass
sion dawning upon it. Yes, yes, thank
God we are never left without love. In
finite love! Then, faint not, neither be
weary, poor heart! Gird you for your
work of love. Remember
nThe trivial round, the common task,
Would furnish all we ought to ask;
Room to deny ourselves road
To bring US daily nearer God"
"Gentle Keble, melodious are thy
home-like strains, and tender the spell
with which you bind our hearts"
These were some of the thoughts which
engaged the heart of the Southern girl
while making her toilet with neatness
and dispatch. Then, before leaving her
chamber, she bowed lowly and reverent-
ly to lay her heart at the Masters feet,
and to dedicate herself anew to the serv-
ice of that gracious Master. Suddenly
she lifted her eyes to Heaven, and in
voice of fear and bitter wall, exclaimed:
"Oh meek and holy Jesus, undertake
for me! I cannot forgive. O, Saviour,
see throughout our fair land the blood of
our brothers cry from the ground They
cry aloud for vengeance! How can I
pray for these our enemies? Saviour,
teach me, oh! teach me that godlike
prayer breathed upon Calvary's hillP'
The prayer was heard; the prayer was
answered, for that day the promised daily
measure was meted out; and as a holy
oblation, fragrant with the sweet incense
of prayer, was waited to Heavenly
Courts, the low, faint and trembling
words: "Bless our enemiesm
"Well, met petite soeur~ cried Harry,
meeting his sister in the hall, and giving
her one of his old boyish salutes; "I
have been in mammals room and built
her a jolly, blazing frel She is cheerful,
and looks bright; says the home atmos-
phere of Berkley has made her stronger
already. I have fire, too, in the pan
try; the kettle is on, and singing in the
famous old Dickens style. Frying pans,
eriddles, everything is ready, only wait
ing the supervision of my lady cook to
prepare breakfast. I, Harry Maham,"
Blowing low "am your scullion to COM
mand; ready to burn my fingers to order,
or wave the dish-cloth in triumph to the
command, 'rightface,' forward come to
breakfast
ri have been in quite brisk skirmish
this morning. Fighting hard thoughts,
vain regrets and siufnl murmurs, who
have been engaged on the side of that
stubborn leader, the 'old Adam in Harry
Maham. I think I have driven the enc
my in for to-day. But I must confess l
had rather fight a Yank, two to onel
Marie" be continued, in softer voice,
and drawing his sister more closely to
him, II know you are an earnest, brave
little woman, and I am not afraid to tell
you; life's labors and life's care have
commenced in reality for us. We will
be, we are very poor. Our cotton was
all stolen, except two bales which uncle
with great trouble saved. The banks are
broken, and there is nothing left US, save
this plantation, which is virtually in the
possession of hundred or more lazy,
thriftless negroes, who are so inflated
with the high-sounding title of Free
dom,' that I do not believe anything
but actual want will drive them to honest
labor. We must join forces, sweet sister,
and aid each other in the new task of
retrenchment and close economy. Ihave
great faith that you will be powerful
auxiliary. Our mother must be spared
as much as possible, the harassing details
of our necessarily parsimonious house
keeping. After breakfast, will go in
search of a cook. Our own negroes re-
fuse to work for us, and yet they will not
leave the place; waiting for the mule
and forty acres I suppose. The only
excuse they offer for not hiring to us is:
Dem say (meaning the Federals) we
mustn't work fur we ole owners, cause
dey will treat we like niggers.' But,
come, and let us proceed to the break
fast-getting. Arthur will soon make his
appearance, and I know he ought to be
very hungry, for he ate almost nothing,
yesterday, and looked as blue-no, I
wont say anything love looks blue, but
he looked as dismally grey as q misty
morning~
"Retract, sirp said the pleasant voice
of Arthur Ferguson; ''you are SANDER
ing your superior officcrl"
"Beg pardon, Colonel" said Harry,
pulling his forelock, and scraping his
foot Ia Sanabo. "Cone in and chat
with our lady mother, while we prepare
yer honor's breakfast"
Permit me to assist you, too, Marion,"
said Arthur, bowling to his blushing
cousin.
"Not this time, thank you," said Ma
rion, offering her hand in token of amity /;
"entertain mamma now, and you can
help me to get dinner"
"I am obliged to leave this morning.
1 have business to transact, and will only
be few days longer in Carolina"
"Then," said Harry, making comical-
ly wry face, expressive of distaste for the
employment, "you may help her wash
the dishes after breakfast"