The Pickens sentinel. [volume] (Pickens, S.C.) 1871-1903, 1877-06-14

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tiops about the great and mysterious
changes of life. While VIC wore watch.
ing Qot without some INTEREST," those
images of grace and sylph>like forms
Of beauty as they passed to and fro
plucking ~thewild flowers, we Thought
of .Sappho, of Byron, and of all that
ever .wroto on that subject, For q
while, it seemed to us that the ima>
gination was tantalizing not with
phantoms of pleasuve; but ere long
"timo for dinner" was announced, then
weoknew~sthatr~allrw WAS sreality;fer.ra,
feeling that is common to, most men :,
about that time of day predominated
ovor us, and true. to nature we re-
paired to the place that seemed to bo
the confer of attraction. Here, be-
meath the shady boughs5 we saw the
white linen profusely spread with the
choicest viands. We have often heard
the saying: 3"many mon of many
minds," but we were convinced, that
at this gamo they were all Of one
mind, and that was TO got speedily,
to get variety, but with all their
getting, to get enough, land, SO we did.
There was good Mr.. .A7-r-.trom Gems
trail who supplied with cider, bananas
and ice lemonade. which were quite
refreshing AS we were now looking
forward TO no. object Of common in-
terest, we began to wander about in
small parties, varying in number
from ono to five. Somo would find
q cool shade, and, though unwcaried,
would rest thoro. Others amused
themselves with discussing the pecu-
liarities Of the luxuriant Vegetation,
(which led them to tho language of
flowers, and this to another subject
which occupied the afternoon. Thus
the time glided pleasantly away. AL
ready we had had pleasures for the
eye, for the palate, and perhaps some
cordial for the heart, but now q breeze
came from the south, upon it's wings
there was music-such music as
comes only from tho mellow notes Of
woman's voice. Some of us have
strong souls-we are hard to move, but
we began TO think wo would nccd q
parachute to come down in. We wore
constrained TO say with Chucullin;
"sWeet are the words of tho song, and
lono y are the tales of other times
They are like tho dews of evening
upon the hill Of roes, when the sun is
faint on its side and the lake is settled
and blue in the vale" ., .,.....
AS o general rule, where there is sc
much pleasure, there is some pain
80 it was here. 1t was whispered the
day before that Cupid would be OF
the rock that day. Wo wero all fore
warned, but two or three young mer
were wounded whom they camo, anc
two very promising NJ. DIS who os
capped narrowly at the party down by
the river, received some shots, f.
"That told the cruel darts, az. s.5 b.
Had pierced their throbbing hearts,"
lfthe wounds prove fatal we vii
send up their epitaphs written in al
unknown tongue, according to re-
quest. =. ".-..t.. .,..3 3Hi asr fn2gn
The resolution. to have O. picnic al
this place no moro being unanimously
adopted-all we'll pleased, we. nd
ljourned. .,. ....l..
| some are opposed to these kind o
parties, but we think they should bt
encouraged. They greatly enhance
our social pleasures, improve the man
ners, expand the soul and tree The
mind from tho corroding cares of lifo
its good effects may be realized many
years hence. BRUTUS.