Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1876-11-23

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roppd, and round, the ,terraced ascent to the
top Of the hill where the country.seat of the
Hon. Bancroft Davis now stands. A magni6.
cent view is had from this point, and one
could not but wonder If the fortunate owners
of this 6ne place did not sometimes yearn
for the scene upon which we now, gazed, in
their voluntary exile Unter den Linden. Mr..
Davis and bis family have been abroad for
some time, as he represents the Government
at the court Of Imperial Germany. But even
here where the master" is away, everything
is kept in trim array. How charming is all
this to eyes only accustomed to the careless
beauties of our richer land It seems as if
there is no "trash" here-no weeds, no briers,
no fallen leaves. The very grass seems to
"grow to order" !" and the boughs of the over.
hanging greenwood were as regular as a clipt
hedge. We laughed when, in reply to ques.
ton as to whether those cedars were kept
trimmed on contract, our bright young com:
panion, Mrs. B's nephew, said seriously:
"Why, they grow co. !"
Night is closing in as We dash home, glad
to escape from q "nipping and an eager air"
into the warmth and light Of the cozy parlor.
A cheerful coal fire welcomes us like home
face, and amid the comfort and congeniality
Of this lovely home, we forget that We are
strangers in strange land" f'<..'
Before the bright Autumn sun had risen
high next morning, We we're out drinking the
delicious elixir Of fresh air, while the dun.
colored Storm King across the river, was still
wrapt in his mist cloak, and the sides, Of North
Beacon covered with gray shadows Across
the sward streamed broad rays Of sunlig ght,
glancing from the rosy apples and golden
pesrs that had fallen on their emerald velvet
bed during the night-snd glittering on the
glass roof of the grapery, whence luscious
clusters, pink, purple and white, send out op-
aline rays of delicate color. Across the rus
tic bridge and bubbling little brook still tell
ing it's secret of the lake, whose bright bosom
bears feet of snowy ducks-up gently
rising path to where the strawberry beds lay
on the southern slope-down1 again amongst
the raspberries, trained on horizontal wires
and thence into woodland which extends to
the rivers bank. All this We rambled over
before we were summoned to the bright break
fast parlor, where flowers and stands of fruit
lit up the hospitable board.
"The feast Of reason" etc. (stsle quotation y
always enhances mere epicurean and CASTRO
nomic pleasures and must not forget to
relate several rare anecdotes, which, as they
concern certain well:known personages, are
considered public property. gg,X s1E. :.
Our host had entertained "the government"
at lunch-party last summer, and on that oc-
casion General Grant was particularly gra.
cious, keeping up spirited conversation with
sprightly Southern lady, Mrs. G. When
cigars were handed, the President refused,
and Mrs. G. playfully remarked:
"Why, General, you have the reputation Of
being great smoker"
II have the reputation of q great many
things which I do not deserve" waasthe bis
toric reply. 5-, .e:4o..
"Why don't ladies smoker he continued !;
Of cigar" 81.
"oh7 ye.." Mrs. g. assented, "but it gets
in the hair"
"Well," reioiued the Great Silent Man,
"then they can hang it out Of the window"
You may call this genuine bon mot, NEST
spas! X
"Do you see those faint, blue lines to the
North p the sculptor asked as We sauntefed
together one evening, "those are the Berkshire
Hills. / was over there last week to see MIR.
Bryant. What glorious old fellow he is !
He celebrated bis eighty.second birthday
lately, and yet he is reveling in eternal youth.
On Sabbath he asked me to 70 to church, and
as he always walks, I accompanied him. I
will send the carriage for you,' his daughter
whispered, for she knows her fathers ways.
At the end Of three miles we reached the
church. and you may be sure when service
was over, ! was glad to find the carriage
waiting. ..1'e i-.. .ar.# 9.Ae,
"Come, we will ride home,' said. But
the poet shook his head. ,..-as
"''I like little stroll after church, he said !;
Il will walk home, and he did.
"But that is not all. When dinner was
over, be suggested, in most mattsr.of.fact
way r. -, ~. !, ~.
he walked me Eve miles. Yet this is nothing
unusual with the grand old man.. BE 10
loves Nature that he forgets everything but
the beautiful face she presents to him. It is
bis great delight to point out to me every
ay.side flower and ask: sae..'e, ~.',s.' .'s.a
t"'What's that, Browne p and anon to
tree of uncommon foliage. e:...a J.
"Do you know what kind Of wood that is,
Brownef And when astonished at my
knowledge-for too was raised in the coun-
try-he would gleefully declare that it was
hard to get the better Of me-" g: -:
As we sat around the FIRE one night, the
conversation turned on the legend of Sleepy
Hollow, and by consequence rested on Irving
"He was man of quaint humor," said our
host. ri remember hearing Washington All.
ston," Il think it was, or some other painter
of note) relate an anecdote Of him which was
inimitable. II They two were once caught in q
storm at some distance from Sunnyside, and
Irving took refuge under large tree. ALL
ston fingered without and quietly got wet.
"Why don't you come under man ? Irving
cried. ..'''...,.
"Ths painter replied that bis father had
once taken similar shelter and received q
shock in consequence, as the tree was struck
"'Ohl if it runs in your family Irving
exclaimed, you had better stand out good
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