Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1905-10-27

repetition we will give the manuscript
in our own words:
Herbert Willoughby was scarcely
twenty years Of age when he left
America to conclude his studies on the
Continent. He travelled under the care
of his tutor, Mr.. Monckton, a man
every way worthy as to mental and
moral training, but so completely
welded to intellectual pursuits. as to
be utterly incompetent, so far as dis
cipline and companionship were con-
cerned, to restrain the wilful, impress
sionable and volatile Herbert Willough-
by. The restlessness of travel increased
this natural disposition Of fickleness
and versatility, and declaring 1t was
impossible for him to study until he
had visited classic Italy and caught
some inspiration from the poet land,
he persuaded Mr.. Monckton to ac-
company him thither. Some whimsi-
cal caprice led him to take the name
VI f1O"dEu, OSSidiilis IL was hoS Why
more poetical, but more chivalric and
noble than Willoughby, and by this
name he insisted upon being address
ed.
Arriving in Italy, his life there was
like a dream Of fairyland. Now he
would study clouds, mists, streams,
watery rocks, and emerald turf be-
meath the shadow of the Alps; listen
to the crash and roar Of the thunder
ing music Of the avalanche; or in the
heart of Switzerland's grandeur, gaze
on the snowy monarch of the noun
tains, it's huge glaciers, its granite
peaks it's beautiful wales, still and
shining like a picture. Here with air,
earth, ice, rocks and mist, he would
study the glorious images Of Dante,
whose burning pen had traced what
his imagination had painted Of Para
disc; for surely here was where the
angels Of God, brighter than the sun,
ascend and descend; now blind old
Milton would claim his worship, as
the fieecy clouds, like cohort OF an
gels brushed the summit with their
wings, the sunlight rejecting from
the snow to the clouds, from the
clouds to the snow, making glowing
and dazzling splendor. And then what
an Eden below. Forests of the rich
est, deepest green; vast masses Of UNI
brageous foliage; the opening Of the
rich valleys, leading off the eye In
perspective wilderness of idleness and
beauty; the broad imprisoned lakes.
the rivers springing from their cystal
sleeping sources, gliding swift and
graceful as an arrow; or bursting
from the guarding glaciers laundering
sullenly on. The miniature cascades
falling like wells Of silvery lace; the
vines trellised among the rocks-the
flowers worthy Of Paradise; the luxu-
rance and sublimity, the desolation
and the beauty struck his poetic sense
with such exquisite pleasure, as to
forbid all graver or more practical
pursuits. These wanderings and reve-
ries by solitary streams and noun
tain passes, this study Of the poetry
Of middle ages, its lofty strains ac-
cording we'll with the sounding aisles
of the dim woods; their checkered
light, their Gothic grandeur; this lis
tening spirit, that heard the wild song
Of the glaciers and the thrilling tales
murmured by rivers from mountain
solitude: this music Of brook and wa
terfall; the signing of the wind among
the leaves. the carrOling Of the birds
in the air, the tinkllng sound of the
distant villages was to him as the
evening song of the angels. His vivid
Imagination, his southern Incidence, in
fact the dolce far niente of his nature,
was led completely captive, and his
wilfulness would minister to that and
to that alone. Now ne would away to
the land of Tasso, OF Dante, or Arios-
to, and by the memory haunted Medi-
terranean, he would dwell on the glo-
ries of the past, while enjoying the
charms of the present. He would
study diplomacy from their great
statesmen: their brave heroes should
teach him courage and daring and
their noble poets, ah! their poets,
should teach 1t is impossible. "Not to
love all things in a world so filled
where the breeze MARBLES and the
mute-still air is slumbering on her in
strument." He would study Titian's
radiant pictures of sensuous beauty,
glowing with their gorgeous tints, or
the dreamy landscapes Of Claude Lor-
raine-soft, breezy, dewy, or wonder
at the gloomy grandeur and terrible
magnificence Of Salvador Rosa, Praxi-
teles and Phidias; the sculptors Of Gre
clan fame, should give his dreaming
mind fresh models of beauty and
grace. and from every temple and
arch and breathing statue, would he
gather a luxurious and fascinating
memory. He would visit Athens;
muse on the banks Of the Illyssus with
Socrates, or sit in the academy OF
Plato. Now he would ascend Parnas-
sus and sitting by the Castilian fount,
worship Apollo and the muses., and
with the sunlight Of festivals and the
moonlight of ruins he would forget
that a career of mind is action that
has an aim, and indulge in blissful
reverie--that heritage of women. If
Mr.. Monckton dared to expostulate as
to this waste of time, Herbert would
Indignantly declare that he was ac-
com mplishing the most earnest labors,
pursuing the most arduous study. For
was not eloquence. with mute persua-
sive strain stirring his soul to deeds of
daring and of blood? Was not philos-
ophy, rich in intellect, acute in meta
physics, and sparkling with admirable
morality, breathing in every record of
the past? Was not the poetry, the en-
chanting Priestess--with allegory, IA
BILE and fiction, daily opening rich
mines of precious ore? No, in Dante.
he would study the history. theology
and politics of the Middle Ages. Shak-
speare would unravel the great mys-
teries of the human heart; Cervantes
should teach him to Shun the follies