The Abbeville press and banner. [volume] (Abbeville, S.C.) 1869-1924, 1899-05-24
HOPEWELL.
Rejoicing that the Old Church Sill
Lives-Where is the Black DIa.
mOnd-PersOnOl Paragraphs.


Troy. 8. c., May 22nd 1899.
Rev. A. T. Lindsay from the Seminary at
Due West will preach here In the a. r. p.
church next Sabbath morning.
Rev. T. w. Sloan will preach the com.
mencement sermon at Ninery Six, next Sab
bath. He will give them fine sermon.
Miss Mamie Dowtn Is here from her
school at Ora, s. c., for vacation.
Mrs. w. l.. Brown will close her school here
next Friday.
Grand parents Bradley gave their dear
little Mary, a birthday party at their home
en- Long Cane Saturday.
Mrs. Harvey Robinson is visiting relatives
at Bellvue this week.
Mrs. ]. A. Brown, on her return from q
neighbours house last week was attracted by
the chickens to her back door, and going
there, saw big black burly negro getting out
of her window. 1t frightened her SO badly he
made his escape.
Our merchants all had good sales Saturday.
partly the result OF cotton chopping.,
Mrs. J. N. Rob bInson Is attending the COM
mencement at Edgefield this week.
Mr.. and Mra. j. +. Bradley, with their two
pretty little daughters after spending two
weeks with Mr.. and Mrs. w. T. Bradley, have
returned home.
What has become OF the Black Diamond,
perhaps they are not satisfied as to the route,
or has 1t left lik "Fulmeu brutum."
Little Almeta, the sweet little daughter OF
day at Bradley. She has gone from earth to
heaven.
Miss Nellie Presley after a weeks stay with
relatives here, has gone home. She Is one OIL
our most popular young ladies'.
Misses Kate and Rebecca Hunter, from
Hunters have recently been the guests OF
Mlss Martha Reagin.
We are sorry TO know OF the ~ health OF
Mr.. Andy Brown near here. All hope he
may soon be well, for who is 1t that does not
love uncle Andy Brown.
A refreshing shower fell here yesterday
afternoon. the gardens and crops were suffer-
ing.
The colored NJ. E. church goers had q high
day here yesterday. and crowds from the
surrounding country were here.
but this time we have. "Hopewell." the very
name Is music In our ears: The second Sab
bath was (as some one sald) her bridal feast,
yes, a "feast Of fat things we'll refined" AT
IL o'clock A. NJ, a large congregation filled
the pews, to listen to our former pastor, Or.
E. p. Davis, which was one Of the best. the
dear old hymns rnng aloud making melody
in the hearts OF PresoyterAnism. After the
commu nion, an elegant dinner was spread
neath the giant oaks. where our forefathers
used to delight 10 meet, but who have gone
before. Even the fluttering leaves and sweet
songsters lent helping hand, 70 @ maze 100 TSas
elected new officers. and Will have service
each month by supplies. While the good
men were recovering and repairing the dear
nice new carpet; doing everything in their
power TO make 1t look as In by gone days.
Hopewell is not dead, neither has her funer.
al been preached. Too mucn "Irish blond" In
the vein 10 put their hands to the ploW, and
then look back. Before closing we must say
Rev. Reid of Clemson was there, and preach
ed good sermon In the afternoon, which
was enjoyed by all. hoping he may come
again. Many hand shakes and exchanging
kind words with our former pastor. He said
while he sHw many changes, many dear ones
missing, still he felt like he was at home IN
that dear old church, and said 1t was his
greatest delight to break the bread OF life to
that congregation for more than single
reason. FIRST that was his pastoral charge,
and second he found dear and loving help
meet there. who with five pretty girls. and
one son a bright young man, preparing 10
walk In his fathers footsteps. We are not
through but must clo'e, for we never grow
tired of the dear old church
Whose walls before Thee stand
Dear as the apple OF Thine eye,
Aud craven on Thy hand. NICK.