The Newberry herald and news. (Newberry, S.C.) 1884-1903, 1903-01-09

the Blandusian spring, south Of town
beyond the south fork of Soott't
creek. Here in the olden time the
lads and lasses often picniced. Such
combination of beauty, grace and
goodness. The girls were beautiful
with starry eyes; some eyes tender,
loving azure, others Of the color that
oewitohes in certain celtic eyes; 9th.
ers with dark. flashing brilliant eyes;
shapes with an elastic grace and feat
ures cast in rarest mould Of sym
metry. Where, now, are those young
ladies, then fresh ss roses in the gay
dewey mornings
The young men were brave, ohival.
rous, worthy their noble sires. Where
are tneyP All the survivors have
passed the summit of the mountain,
and are fast hurrying into the shadow
of the valley; many are sleeping in
distant fields of war-under the
green grass and the shadow of the
cloud and the silent stars, the gentle
dews like pitying tears, falling on
their lonely graves, and flowers
blooming above them. All! yes,
thinking of them, the thoughts that
start into being are "like perfumes
from the blossoms of the heart"
In the light of the moon, in De.
cember and January, at the crow
roost, between (I think Geo. Sond-
ley's and Bausketts, there we're meet
ings of different kind, and GER
tain lying character, who was always
poking in his nose where he had no
business WAS there, to wit John
Barleycorn, who claimed to be the
"life Of public haunts," and the soul
of plays and pranks." Is there no
way to kill the Internal old villain ?
Hope the dispensary, at least, closes
up some of the gates Of hell, Ito wit:
doggeries). Forty or fifty armed
men appeared and crows innumera-
BILE; they came from every quarter in
a solid stream from an hour before
sunset until after dark. As the
moon looked down upon us with her
silver eye, we spread out over the
old pine field and soon the fusilade
began, men firing, crows cawlng,
finally they rose high above, and the
cawing Of multitudlnous crows sound
ed like stiff breeze soughing
through the pines; hundreds we're
killed, but their numbers never
seemed less. Do they ever crow
hunt nowp
Mark Morgan, solitary old bach
elor after having long resisted the
smiles of the fair ladies, fell beneath
the bewitching charms of Miss Ma
t!lda Perkins, whereupon the genial
and versatile Adam Summer perpe.
trated this parody:
"The world was sad; the garden was q
wild,
And Mark, the hermet, sighed till
'Tilda smiled.''
In 1882 there was wild excitement
about notification; the air was
charged with electric feeling. Men,
boys and even the ladies' wore blue
rosettes with a Palmetto button,
"Animis opibusxue parati" was on
every tongue; a motto to which
South Carolina has always been tue.
In rear of DR.. S. Fairs office men
drilled in the sword exercise. On
the field at the old academy were
men riding at full tilt leaping their
horses over fences erected on the
grounds Poles had been erected
with cotton balls the size of o mans
head, and as they charged around
they slashed with their swords at the
balls as if they were Yankee heads.
The furor was raging, every one de.
nouncing Andrew jackson, and quot
ing Calhoun, "That each State was
judge of the legality and constitu
tionality of an Act of Congress. u
This has not yet been disproved
What q storm Of denunciation has
poured on South Carolina for this.
But tn notification Of the Northern
and Eastern States by virtue of thei,
"higher law" has been treated az ,
small affair. Cannon in congress-
lately in substance endorsed thit
"higber law" But must not write
Of politics, for am an old fashioned
Calhoun Democrat.