The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1876-06-01
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BERKLEY HALL.
BY "LA CAROLINE"
CHAPTER Xxx.

CHAPTER Xxx.
'Birds IN our wood sang,
Ringing thro' the vallies
Maud Is here, here, bore
In among the lilies"
April had wept herself away into the
embraces of the bright and rosy May,
and the May days were lengthening into
warm and languid June, when the last
STAKEHOLDER of Berkley Hall was called
home to the Christians rest. A large
number of her former slaves Joined the
little band of mourners who laid "dust
to dust and ashes to ashes" the earthly
remains of Mrs. Alice Maham. In joy
full anticipation of the Christians gain,
and in blissful hope of sweet reunion
with those she had most loved on earth,
the wife and mother of the heroic dead,
gladly exchanged the fair but feeting
joys of time for those good things OF
eternity, of which even mans unsatisfed
heart never dreams.
One week after the sad funeral rites
had been performed over the body of its
mistress, Berkley Hall, the home Of her
happy bridal days, the birthplace of her
children, was sold under the hammer of
the auctioneer, and bought for parties
unknown by wealthy Northern firm,
then engaged in business in the city.
Maj. Egan had attended the sale fully
determined to buy in the estate, but feel
ing convinced that he could not purchase
the regard of Marion Maham, and realiz-
ing that powerful competitor was ar
rayed against him in the market, he per-
mitted Berkley Hall to be sold for his
claims, and thus Marion and Harry were
deprived even of moiety which might
have remained to them. Bereaved and
portionless, the Mahams accepted an
invitation from DR.. st. Julien to accom-
panyihim home. In the city, Harry, by
virtue of his great popularity, soon OBJ
tanned employment Marion, too, ex-
pressed wish to engage in teaching, but
this the good Doctor forbade, enforcing
his authority under the pretext of being
both guardian and physician. The suf-
fering girl passively yielded for the time
to her kind old friend, for she felt she
needed rest for her mind and heart, even
more than her body. The Doctor, after
spending week in town, opened his
house on, the Island, whittier they all
repaired for the summer season. Harry
going each day on the morning boat to
his business and returning at night.
Here, then, calm, sultry June even
ing sitting out upon the long and wide
piazza of his 'Tsland House" we find
DIR. st. Julien, Marion and Jessie, enjoy
ing the exhilirating salt air, and fine
view of that beautiful harbor which
scarcely three years before had been the
theatre of scenes, events and exploits SO
thrilling, so exciting and so daring, they
seem to belong rather to the pages OF
romance than of history.
"How softly soothing are the voices Of
the waters, from the childish babbling Of
the hillside rill to the sad operas which
we listen to by nightfall in the music Of
the sea, or the joyful Gloria in Excelsis
which seems to swell as it ascends with
the rising sun from the bosom of the
mighty ocean. o, how grand! how
beautiful is the seap said Marion. 'I1
talks to us SO sadly, whispering of such
deep mysteries; and yet we feel restful
and calm under its holy, its magical in
fuencep
Marion" said Jessie, "please repeat
those beautiful lines of Tennyson's OIL
the sea; they will help to while away the
tedious moments we are waiting ano
watching for Harry's arrival" Then
as if an apology was needed for her naive
admission that watching for her expected
lover made the hours seem long and
weary, she blushingly added, "For you
know Uncle is impatient for city news
and I for letter from Arthur"
"Breek, break break,
On thy cold gray stones, oh, Sea!
And would that my tongue could utter
The thoughts that arise in me.
10 well for the fisherman's boy
That he shouts with his sister at play!
o well for tie sailor lad,
That he sings in his boat on the bay!
"And the stately ships 90 on
To the haven under the hill!
But oh for the touch Of . vanished nand,
And the sound Of voice that Is still
'Break, break, break,
At the foot Of thy crags, oh Sea!
But the tender grace Of a day that is dead
Will never come back to me-"
The sweet voice of the young girl, and
the pathos with which she rendered the
tender melody, left sad hush upon the
hearts of her listeners. DR.. st. Julien's
thoughts were borne far away to the
bright Spirit Land, where alone he could
ever again hope to hear those gentle
voices whose tones had been to him as
sweet as angels music; and poor Marion
felt that out of her sad young life hao
passed "the tender grace of day thai
was dead ;" ah, how few and how full ot
clouds had been its golden hours; how
soon had it passed away. But now back
back to her heart had come voice whis'
nerinp of q recalled love, a remembered