Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1895-10-25

thing I've seen In the Old W0rld or
the New. 1t is positively a marvel of
Ingenuity and beauty"
'I am forced to award all praise to
another than myself. This arbour is
entirely, fancy and finish, the work Of
Mr.. Randolph. 1t certainly surpasses
any thought of mine. asked him how
the idea of those mosaics of bark ever
came to his mind, and he said he had
seen bottle or jar, of Isle of Dwight
sand, representing a picture-you
remember, Henrietta, Mrs. John
Lowndes had one-and he thought if
earth could so be worked into delinia-
ting a scene of sea, sky, mill and moss,
why not barks; and his first attempt
was the waterfall"
"Do bring US this young man and
introduce him. l long to meet him.
Such work of art as this is the real
effect of genius.
Meditation here
| May think down hours to moments.
Here the heart
May give useful lesson to the head,
And learning grow wiser without books. ,"
"Yes," said Mrs. Taylor, ~ often
think, in this beautiful country Of Cow
per's lines those in which he says,
"Scencs must be beautiful which daily vicw'd,
Please daily, and whose novelty survives
Long knowledge and the scrutiny of years,
were written of just such views as our
mountain home can give"
81 can quote the author of 'The
Task, too, ladies:
"God made the country, and man made the
| town;
What wonder then that health and virtue,
| gifts
That alone can make sweet the bitter draught
That life holds out to all, should most abound
And least be threatenened in the fields and
| groves"
"Hackneyed, uncle" said Maria,
playfullp.
"And not altogether, so appropos,
eh! Very well if you laugh at me,
I'll leave and go look up Randolph. /
see his sketch book lying here, so
suppose he's not far off. He spends here
the few leisure moments he allows
himself"
mo wonder he should" said Mrs.
Cover. "Let us take lunch here, and
bring in our young friend to share it
with u.s."
AS Mr.. Taylor went out, Mrs. Taylor
took up the book to which her husbands
bands remark had called her attention.
Opening its pages, she found them
filled with plans for buildings and
grounds; but looking farther on, she
came to some poetry, evidently dash
ed off in moment of feeling.
"Our genius is q universal one, ]
think" she remarked. "Here are
some original lines, and without
thought of the surreptitious manner in
which she had found them, read them
aloud
I'd drain the bitt'rest cup of life,
| My mother, Oh! my mother,
TO prove thou liv'dst an honored wife,
None other. Oh none other.
I know not if on brow so fair,
| Could rest an early stain;
But Oh! know thy grief I'd share,
And by my love sustain.
The name that should my portion be,
More precious far than gold,
Oh! mother, mother, why from me,
| This heritage withhold?
I wanderOn the shores of Time,
Weary and full of gloom,
Seeking i'm vain to learn if crime
Has wrought my wretched doom.
But mountain, valley, hill and dale,
| Re-echo but one tone,
They tell to me the sad tale,
Unknown UNKNOWN! UNKNOWN J!
The emotions of each was TO the
other as sealed book but visible ag-
itation was observable in the different
individuals in the little group. Mrs.
Taylor's voice trembled from the Sec
ond line so much, she could hardly
command it sufficiently to arlculale
the rest. How thankful she felt the
sentiments were not those Of her own
child; but that her daughter was with
her and her young life unclouded by
the knowledge of the shadow which
had so early fallen on herself. More
than ever did her heart 20 out in its
fullness to her noble husband, who,
having cared for the child's infancy
brought her now happy inmate Of
their home, and saved her from all
shame. Maria, asshe wept in sympathy
over her lovers dreary plaudit, little
knew how similar were their states, or
rather how much alike they might
have been, had not the man heranother
married shielded her from evil-even
the knowledge of it.
Mrs. Cover was moved as no one had
ever seen her before. She could sarcely
restrain her sobs rs Mrs. Taylor read,
and when she ended, wept for some
moments without restraint. Some
moments elapsed before they obtained
their usual serenity, and even then
silence still reigncd. 1t was broken by
the entrance of Mr.. Taylor and the
young gentleman he had gone out to
seek. He cheerily introduced him,
saying, "This, ladies, is the architect
of this Bower of Beauty. Mr.. Ran
dolph-my wife ); Miss Haughton Mrs.
Cover. Your work here inspired us
to repeat, ifnot make poetry but they
laugh at mine"
As the old gentleman was speaking,
Maria advanced with her hand held
out.
"How-do-you-do, Mr.. Mccullough {?
Have you forgotten me?"
He gave her bright look of joyful
remembrance, and clasping the proffer-
ed hand, said warmly,
"Forget you %
Mrs. Cover had now come to his
side.
"Young man," she cried, in exceed
ing agitation. "Who are you?"