Orangeburg news and times. [volume] (Orangeburg, S.C.) 1875-1877, 1877-07-14
FOR THE NEWS AND TIM Es.
NY First and only Experience
OKANGEnUEG, S. c.,
July 9th, 1877.
DEAR NATE:

feelings thai. sad'lencd you; then,
when | read of your detection, | felt
more torcibly how drcary The pros
pcct is for the young heart to look
toward to nothing pleasant stored
away for it in The future, and 10 feel
the bitterness Of All aimlcss existence,
devoid Of everything it mos: desires.
Youth is gcnera'iy hopeful, bu. if
such an outlook would be gloomy to
one whose keel is almost ready to
CRATE on the other shore, what must
il be to the young voyagcr but fairly
launched on The dangerous current {?
1t is sad for us To find sorrows sire Ya
50 llickly along the way alrc'lv, but
| long ago learned toc bitter truth,
and found out illat no words ever
cmanatcd from The pen Of poet trucr
. lhan the 70 loving lines
"Ah liirI,a~ its vi>i"n- Of beauty,
lint lis hopes and il-i'.v> ,Ir,.linc;
Each heart holds IN uyl ui' dead roses ~
And can tru'hiulIy adj, 'n,,ny
have wilhcrc,l in mine
Did you ever feel til" power and
pathos i'll the little in;cr.ction ut the
beginning Of the quotation? mean
when it is appropriately applied. ;.
Alas is considered full Of meaning,
but it has none for me, while the other
conveys Il full heart Of sadness.
y great deaf ofpoytry has been
dedicated 10 spring, anil every year
some lunatic atliictS newspaper read
rrs by grinding on, few verses on
the subject, but rs poetry is not con .
monty true, this gentle visitor" j.,
always The companion OF cnvui,
sickness, anl n miserable, ,listr:,it
feeling with ne, and it seems, Will,
you, likewise. You remember what
fits of blues We had last spring? |
attributed it TO your Icing in love
hen, and perhaps, though, no, |
reckon not, maybe | am suffering
from it now. ! have been trying for
two ycals rs hard as can to fall in
love, just to see how it does M, Ike !,
loiy feel. Lately, was in hopes
was successful, lor, when certain
blue cycI chap (and M alorcr of
blue eycs) flushed up crimson, and
trcmblcd i'll my presence, cou,l't
help feeling queer little thrill steal
down inside my chest. | curiously
noted it, and observed, eagerly, the
effect Oh myself rs the tingling,
shivcring sen sation crcpt down near
the region Of my heart and died out
i'll q little iiu!tcr. Immedintcl y
thcrcupon, II serene smile stole over
my features, Il gc..ial warmth per-
vaded my system, and II glow o! poc,i-
cal sentiments flooded my brain.
felt then that | would be willing, il
that boy would sit by aud tell nc Of
the Centennial, to fry battcrcnkcs for
him over II lightwood blaze, (though
a flushed face is not ut all bccomin.
to mc) or wash up any amount OF
dishes if he would stand near and
wipe one dry occasionally. Indeed
| was wrought up to such hci sht Of
devotion, that, even if do dutcs t
tobacco and its manipula.ors, Chat
insn't the word, but twill suit my
pnrpose) ! would patiently sit down
and make fnncy, tringcd pipc-lishtcrs
with which to touch of lis ciaal
(scgar-lhc shop-kccpcrs have i,
now) while he read for my dclccta
ton some choice passages from 'rcnny
sons mclodious poems. But, Kate,
after all ] am doomed to lisappoint-
mcnt. Altcr the cXubcrant emotions
recorded above, | experienced the
second stage Of the tender lIiictinn. a
pleasing sadness came ovcrma is
thought Of The possibility Of his car.
ing moro for some one else than for
me- pictured myself going discon-
solatcly through life, roaming lone
and cherries among gay rcvclcrs,
with growing III, ]archoly tugging
ut NY heart, and seeing I'LL my bright
hopes, cas- dreams upon the slumbcr-