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Aiken Journal (Newspaper) - June 13, 1874, Aiken, South Carolina closelyitfiitated y olnrhand writing* and written me the letter whjch sh* came herself to deliytfy*^; lll<C Ipved mc ’SJP \ V>.^ BY O H. LOOM re K|F« the ocean’s blue brine in a far distant *$ne ^ ;    vJS*** Where the sn gar-cane waves when tKfr sea breezes mean, Lies a beautiful island where wild winds arbiree, * Like & atar in the sky ’tis a gem in the sea. “*Tis a gem of the ocean in far sunny seas, Where the guava and palm nodin soft balmy v * breeze, Where tho waves of the ocean wash shells On the strand, And the rays of the sunshine beat warm on the sand; .Where mountains iii grandeur rise out of the deep, And the mists of ‘the sky on the green valleys weep, Where the orange and bread-fruit and scent of choice flowers, (Yes, Hf§r biiiaH Standing Hrlfljfc hands, over the dying man, and that sorrowing woman, is the holy *ta&n of God; ti# solemn vow—made still more solemn by the shadow of death —is made and sealed in God's great book above; the last “amen 99 is uttered, and gently and reverentially the minister of God lays his hand upon the dying and blesses him. T&ere ar© no congratulations ; no merry ‘tojtrsts of joyous laughter, in that chamber; but each and every one of that silent group kneel; and with bowed heads and clawed hands, ask God's blessing on that maiden widow. The setting sun shines in through thai window, and its rays seem light bright angels awaiting to boar the freed spirit on their luminous wings, away from pain and care forever. “Alice ” The young girl bows her head still lower to catch the low whisper; the eyes of the dying man unclose, and as he n their fragrance arc rev’liug mid beautiful ! gazes upon her who is dearer than all bowers. I have roamed o’er these mountains and valleys so steep, I have followed the streams that those mountain side*<sreep, I have sailed o’er the blue waves that beat on that shore, And like dear friends we parted to meet never more. New Haven, Conn., June 1st, 1874. P"1 ■ "g i [Written for the Aiken Journal. FAITHFUL UNTO BE ATM. BY BIN NAD. The day was dying; and on the walls of the west, angels were painting gorgeous scenes, borrowed from their own bright climes. The sun lingered awhile to kiss the hills, e’re it sank behind them. on its western way; and the golds en beams streaming across the sky made more ethereal and sweet its loveliness. Nestled among the hills of a little New Hampshire village stood a white cottage, that in the evening glow was doubly fair, though ever beautiful; and it seemed as some fairy home, as beneath the bending willows it nestled a picture of peace and joy. Looking on the quiet hpme it was difficult to think that anything but happiness could be associated with aught so fair. Yet, notwithstanding, where no dream of sorrow seamed fitting, the ■shadow of woe and sadness had fallen darker and deeper than the gloom that wraps the starless night. Within the little west room, where besides, he murmurs: “My own, at last! at last!” “Yes, Edvvard, I am here, nevermore to leave you,” and the young wife knelt and elapsed his slender, form close to her heart. “Alice, I an? almost gone, darling ; I feel that my poor, sorrowing soul will soon be at rest. But before I die I must tell you all. My own darling, we have both been wronged, cruelly wrcmg-od ; but at lost God has given you to me. Listen. Alice, hold me close while I toll you of my great heart struggle;’of the wro’ g doci- me. “It seems unless to go over the first part of our acquaintance, levo and betrothal, yet I must tell you now. darling, that never in these old. golden days, did I feel* that I loved you too well. You were then the bright sunshine of my life; every thought was of you. I felt that you loved me, Alice, and not until I was so wickedly deceived by another, did I doubt you. She told rue, darling, that you laughed at my devotion, and called me a “mere plaything;” that you herself to delivC^ from the first; bad tried **to wean my love from you, ancP^frhen I would not listen to her, jealous vengeance pushed her on to ruin me. On her knees, darling, she asked forgiveness. May God have mercy on her.”K He paused for breath, and lay with his eyes closed, while a heavenly smile spread itsel over his wan face, on which the death dews were gateringing fast. “Alice, darling are you there ? Come closer, I am almost gone.” “I am here, Edwaad—-at your side. Bo you not see me ?” “Yes, good and true, even to the last. Sing, Alice, sing r Some of the Soul! he whispered. i *■ liaising her eyigs toward heaven, and clasping tightly the . hand of her dying husband, AIiG^Wfeston essayed to sing, but her voice br Ste down, amidst her sobs, and they alone disturbed the sol emu silence. Then, in a low soft voice, made sweet by approaching dissolution, the dying man caught up the broken strain, aud suvig:— Colonel” had nothing more to Say. and went to his seat completely “nullified,” amid the roar of the spectators. The prisoner was sent to the penitentiary for four years. * THAT SERENADE During the session of., court, the “•Italian Band-,” from Charleston, visited our village and remained a few days. Our people,*Mr. Editor, are a music-loving class ; and the young gents of this place, as is the case almost everywhere, are very fond o# the lasses, and not seldom do they serenade the Misses with their “home talent;” but now, that the “Italians” wpre here, with their “Then sweet it will be, in that beaut? land, Whorf free from all sorrow aud pain. “harps of a thousand strings” and violins, they anticipated some rare objoyv inept in their favorite moonlight pastime, *and accordingly, engaged the musicians for a serenade. The party started on the expedition at the “midnight hour,” igjfy&n all was silent and still. At many places they were joyously received, and ere they reached a “certain” mansion in our village, the majority of them felt their wine, aud* each imagined he was a musical instrument of the most dulcet tone, and touched their respective cords accordingly. Arriving at their destination in the southern portion of the townr the The other <mnfictshay^ fortunate as yet, but Witt iii hood be liberated egrly en a vote in favor of this cert! is understood the foul-he anticipates runuing again for beruatorial chais. THE WEATHER. t For the past eighteen days er has been extremely warrtfe and not enough rain has fallen than lay tho duet. Tho -gal rally are well nighed! remedy and eorn are als© beginning to’ ed. The pkiudi^prtend evening. :£■*. Carol STATE ITEM#; With songs on our lips, and harps iii our hands, To meet one another again.1’ Fainter and fainter came the words of the song; and as they died away. a smile of ineffable joy and sweetness again spread over the pale face, and lightened up the eyes which seemed to be looking beyond the^rrH. that joyous “and, even of which he sang. Then the angels joined the song, for the spirit had fled from earth ; and a new harp awoke trembling strings in the chorus above. The sunlight for an instant more lingered on the face, seeming to leave there something of its light; then faded as the morn of eternity broke over the treed spirit. bond was ordered to play “Maggie Judah,” and uninterruptedly did so, until the closing of the last verse, when an aerial voice was heard to ask : “Gentlemen, how many are there of An answer was made—“Seven pr*-*-(hie)—six; by— (hic)—dam I” , “Well,” said the spirited being* *%trke thifc and divide it between you.” And with lier own fair hands, dear Editor, .she emptied the contents of a slop tub all over them ! The cotton factory of Sam o.,at Greenville, hasbeen com There seems to be ho decent p depot at Newberry. Marion brags over two soda fo and three coftvigted county com ere. Sixteen transfers of t recorded in Yorkville last j V A • -V • .*'■ ;**• '• ”rT- V ' ti' about to ufg-.i.iAvs.. . *    *•*    4    .    *    j On Tuesday on the Blue road, six box cars were.thrownr^oirhr embankment, and literally smashed pieces. V    \ Beputy Shfiri ff Sttgh- of hund^|, an^ “ Part back thy mantle, fringed with green, ’Broidered with leaf and blossom ; were only waiting for a lair opportunity And biy him tenderly to rest, to east me aff. “Emma Russell—do not shudder, darling, she cannot come between us now— Dear Earth, upon thy bosom.” A DISCOMFITED LOVER. The young ladies and gents of Barn well indulge to a considerate extent in’ Letter from Barnwell. knew how dearly I loved you, and 'twas [Correspondence Augusta Constitutionalist. she who told me you wcie trifling with my love, aud when I stood firm, and Barnwell, S. C., June 8, 1874. Dear Constitutionalist : I promis- told her of my confidence in you she e(j y0U jf anything worthy of notice muttered “‘Edward Weston, mark me, some day you will repent this.' “I had never seen her look so wild. transpired at could; after my last article. to let you hear from me; but as no longest the fading day had lingered. -stood in speechless, silent grief, a group I hic. ' You remember, darling, the great and for a long while her words haunted matter of interest occurred, I will essay ' •/ to pen a few of the ludicrous scenes and doings which took place during the of persons around a couch, whereon rested one dear to the hearts of all.— Edward Weston was dying; and not aloue was the house shrouded in sorrow, because of his loss, but another grief was there more poignant aud bitter than even this. Let us tread softly across the threshold of that chamber, gentle reader, and stand, as it Mere, mute witnesses of the scene within. t As we gaze upon the form of that dying man, our hearts bleed within us, that one so young, so nobly made, should thus so early be cut down. Bending over him, wTith one hand clasping that of the dying young man, the other press cd bard over lier heart, as if to stop its beating, is the form of a young girl. As she leans over him, looking downward with anxious fondness into his pale face, watching every shadow that tile sable wing of death easts over it, the prayer, God .pity her! swells up from the depth of our hearts. We forget for a moment the dying, as we gaze with deep reverential awe upon this grief-stricken maiden. Who, in beholding pi the seraphich beauty of her fuce. the light of her dark eyes, which were now glittering with deep, bitter grief, could otherwise than admire and love her, even in that chamber of death ? together with a few other session, amount o-f money that was stolen from | things the firm of Bussell & Beck ; how that-great theft was laid on myself; and how I was thrown into prison, all those long, weary years. Alice, I believed you true I burSlary and larceny, there was a mu- “A DAMN SOLICITOR.” others arraigned Among man J for moonlight promenading. On one oc^ casion last week, it was my good fortune to ha'C a piece of “calico” swung to my arm, whtle just in advance of me was a youth noted for his admiration of the beauty with whom he was walking, as also for his bashfulnese. We had not gone far, however, before we through all, but, darling, one day, as I    man,    ot    about    five    and    twenty was sitting in my lonely cell, thinking Jears ot' aSe- witb an exceedingly eare- of the past, the jailor told me a lady for-nothiog and fiendish physiognomy wished to see me. How my heart bounded with the hope that it might be my Alice, but no—'twas Emma Russell. She merely called, she remarked, -to'‘deliver a note, from m37 old friend, Alice who, it is alleged, amused the court with his sharp repartee, and originated the following “ hit ” oil State Solicitors : Solicitor—Do you know why }7ou are Moore,' and with a haughty howdie left brought before the court ? me. Oh, darling, none but God will ever know how I suffered, after reading that letter. My last hopes were crashed ; my measure of bitterness full. I did not care for my release, and yet, when I Prisoner—Yes. —Well, let us hear. Pf-—I reckon' you knows as well as me. S.—I believe I do ; but I wish you to overheard the following dialogue, which is too good to alkiw to go by : Youth—Dora, love, how often will you force me to a confession before giving me a decisive answer ? Damsel—George, I will answer you to-night, if you wish, and torture you no longer. Youth (frantically pressing her hand to his lips)—-Now, angel, now. Tell me ; will you, oh ! will ’ yo-u be mine ? The couple stopped ; and the beautiful though cruel maiden, after laying her hand upon her lover’s shoulder, and after raising her eyes, “twinkling like two diamonds in tile skies,” replied with voice as low and sweet as the Summer zephcrs : George, father says the season is so sickly that I must not take anything green J CROPS. once again felt the cold breeze of heaven tell the court and jury for what you fan my cheek, and saw the bright blue are arraigned' Is it not for robbing a sky above mo, I gonged for my Alice, store, eh Y For three years I wandered, hoping to some day find you, and not until yester- P, S.- day did I know of your whereabouts, II)akiu<r a livelihood 2 •(gruffly) Yes, it is. -Isn’t that quite a low means of aud it is a sweet consolation to me, darling, to know that my life was sacrificed for you. “She, came to me last night, Alice, and told me that through her love for me she had done all the wrong; that she P.—Recken' 'tis. S.—Then wk}’ did you engage in it? P.—’Cause it was much more honest than my rebel boss’ business. S.—Well what was your owner’s bus- .    p,mmm CuUough^ an old reside county, was found dead Death in Columbia: for ffii iug the 5th inst.; 5—whites i&BBe^ 0red two.    ^ % f ■ ■. > ; A case of small-pox is reported Lexington Courthouse. J. II. Hendrix, formerly auditor Lexington county, died suddenly at frig residence on Monday last. The board of regents of the State normed school have determined to open the school on the 1st of September. No whites need apply. Joe Clews is reported assaying in the Governor’s office on Tuesday:    “This thieving and rascality must be stopped. It is going oil long enough. We must have honest men raid honest measures.” The Governor has pardoned Bqrfel Miles, who was convicted of grand bus eeny at the June, 1873, term of the Court of General Sessions for Oconee county, arid sentenced by Judge Town^ send to three years in the penitentiary- The Georgetown Planet of the 9th inst, says: The drought is From all portions of the county the crops are reported to be looking well, but not    as far    advanced    as at this season last    year.    But the general    opinion among the planting fraternity is that a tolerable good crop of cotton will be made, together with a fair eorn crop, both of    which    will fall    short    of last yield,    while *a    much    larger had taken the money from her father’s incss ? year s area purpose. PARDONED.    ' As was generally expected by the honest people of our county, the king thief, traitor and perjurer, Moses, has pardoned Caesar Cave, one of the Coun. quite severely felt bv-our farmery Corn looks stunted and yellow.    hot weather is favorable to the5 turpentine farmers; the prices are very low. Rice is growing well, and a good yield is coi^ fidently looked for. ;    * The fine residence in Orangeburg known as “ Oak Villa,” owned by Dibble, Esq., and occupied as a residence by Mr. James Van Ta.ssle, county auditor, was fired Tuesday morning lost, K and burned to the ground with att;    ; • '*    -    .--p;uV>V    •'sr- outbuildings.    '    •    A, The Marlboro Times says: gallons of New Jersey lightning,    ° whiskey, were sold by theSheri^e^tie day, and purchased by one Johavfotnga^ at 40 cents per gallon. This of the whiskey captured from JraidE^fc-^ a viwu, «niic -a uiu-vu    j    j    , of land has been devoted to this ^der- ^ ponfisea.ed tiling act. It may be relied op tor at longe range. Pearce better bewi The Orangeburg News is ai by the negro Elliott to say ti not yet dec’de4 whether or not become a candidate for Governor* body’s Jbeen too fast. ;