The Abbeville press and banner. [volume] (Abbeville, S.C.) 1869-1924, 1904-04-06
Easter.

Last Sunday was Easter. It was beautiful
day, and nearly everybody was out of doors.
Ladies who had pretty hats went to church,
and there were more pretty women at divine
service on Sunday morning than had been
there in many day. The hats are now more
beautiful than ever before and when they
cover q pretty face the combination ts un-
speakably lovely.
They may trim hats with flowers, Birds
ribbons, rare jewels, and all other such things
that dazzle the eye and captivate the heart
but q pretty face is the prettiest thing that
ever adorned pretty hat.
As dreamer Jacob took the cake In the
oldep times. Being weary, as you all know,
he lay down in the shade of an oak tree, 1t is
supposed OF the variety under which careless
farmers now store their cotton, and he fell
asleep. In his sleep he dreamed that he saw
the angels ascending and descending that
great imaginary ladder which reached from
earth to heaven. These angels were but
dream OF beauty and loveliness, while the
women who go to our churches, and pass up
and down our streets, wearing the prettiest
millinery, are divinities indeed. They are
substantial realities before whom the world
falls down and does homage. We see them In
life, and In health, and in beauty, and In
sweetness, 80 good and so true that we al.
most feel sorry for poor old Jacob who was
Imposed upon by vision which was In fact
as delusive as the farmers dream about the
future high price Of cotton while his bales are
rotting or taking the blue mold under an oak
tree.
In the afternoon many bellies and beaux
driy ho ntc tho Dicaet
buggies in town. In fact, the demand for nice
buggies and quick steppers was great.
During the afternoon all sorts Of people
went walking, except those who hired teams.
In the driving procession we were remind
ed Of an occurrence which we have told be-
fore.
In Columbia years ago this editor hired
carriage and horses to take some young ladies
driving. During the drive We passed Mr.
Besttie Of Greenville, who was walking with
his lady on the sidewalk. he was rich and
able to own and keep carriages and horses
every day In the year. We were not able 10
hire carriage for two hours. There was an
object lesson In the incident. Our hired car
riage was driven back TO the livery stable,
where 1t belonged. We haven't hired a car
riage since that time. We are walking now.
1t may be that you think we are talking
more about flowers and pretty women than
about the worship OF the Author of our being.
But our Saviour talked OF flowers. He loved
the flowers for both their beauty and their
sweetness. He likened himself to the Rose
Of Sharon and the Lily of the Valley. He
said that Solomon in his glory was not array
ed like the most modest OF the flowers. After
the crucifxion he was, no doubt. taken to the
most lovely Of all the gardens to be buried
amid the flowers where the birds in the over.
hanging branches of the trees sang their
sweetest songs. Wherever there is purity
wherever there is sweetness and love, wher
ever there is beauty and devotion, wherever
there is gloom or sorrow, the flowers are ever
welcome. At our birth. at our marriage, and
at our death, the flowers are always appropri-
ate. Without flowers to beauty our homes. to
decorate our churches, or to make more beau
tiful the landscape the Easter would be less
cheerful, less remindful Of the occasion of the
most important festival in the church.