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r . * ^ '.. . YOL 2. Wf' <&{rt ^nntljerit enterprise, A REFLEX OF POPULAR EVENTS. * otwki Aaa ip? ipiaa^aSj, < EDITOR AND PROPRIETOR. f I lib, payable in advance ; |2 if delayed. CI.UBS Of FIVE and upward* $1, the raonoy in ttverv instance to accompany the order*. ADVERTISEMENTS inserted conspicuously at the rates of 76 cents per square of 3 lines, and j0 26 cents for each subsequent insertion. Contracts for yearly advertising made reasonable. LfUDUSIICD BT T. t. PRICK.] Irirrtrlt Iforin^ Jfjelre's dUolr^ Enough fo So. XIU3 umvikuuii cuujr imvi-o two ruoii To meet the smiling dawn, . And gather fragments for itl nest From upland, wood and lawn. The busy bee that wings its way 'Mid sweets of varied hue, At every flower would seem to say? " There's work enough to do." The cowslip and the running vine. The daisy in the grass, The snow-drop and the eglantine, Preach sermons as we pass. >" ' The ant, within its cavern deep, , ' Would bid us labor, too, And writes upon its tiny heap? * ' "There's work enough to do." The planets, at their Maker's will, Move onward in their cars. For Nature's wheel is nevor still? Progressive as the stars I Hie leaves that flutter in the *jr, And Summer's breexca woo, X*' One solemn truth toman declare? "There's work enough to do." Who, then, can sleep when all around Is active, fresh and free f t Shall man?creation'* lord?b? found Less busy than tho beef I Our courts and alleys a<-e the field, If men would search them through, , That best tho sweets of labor yield, And " work enough to do." . To hare a heart for those who weep, The sottish drunkard win; To rescue all the children, deep In ignoranco and sin ; To help the poor, the hungry feed, ? To give him coat and shoe, To see that all can writs and road? Is "work enough to do." The time is short?the world is wide, And much has to be doue; JaMr This wondrous earth and all its pride,' Will vanish with tho suit! The moments fly on lightning's w)ng^ R And life's uncertain, too; We've none to waste on foolish things? " There's work enough to do." &a Original $tort{. 9 THE DEVOTED ROCK. BY E P, O, Thk year 1782 perhaps furnishes more scenes for the pen of novelty and romance than any other, before or after it For eight long years our entire country had been a cone or war ana bloodsbed. Alio star of America had hovered over the smoke and carnage, of many a fierce-fought battle as if waiting for an opportunity to go down and rise no more forever. The bones of thou' sands lay bleaching the contested soil, and all around was one wide scene of devastation and ruin, while that disbanded host of veterans, which had humbled the proud lion of Britain stretching far away io their 'homes, to meet the objects of their toil, all L .tend to produce scenes around which to weave romances. It is among the latter of these, that we r, find the object of our present story, Michael 4 Moriie* yo noble the chltairous Michael, who baa oeen one of Lee's desperate legion, which, when moving was a tornado, when ^\) standing aJ^fow of wrath. But befofb wo pursue this sketch further let us go back years ago, and we will find this future hero of a hundrod battles quiet* ly engaged on a little farm in full view of a beautiful bay, on whose smooth waters, hundred* wf ships with high hoisted sails ^ glided Hkgjfioatujg castles, which seemed to . tell of hftfiaky of beauty. In fr^nt of I * * the h$te? tgM * jotg kme on each side of 1 ^bich twodt mw of English poplars, who^ ^piog forms presented i 9 SP . : * ~y 'T51 fc fa'' ^ V I HH II I I "' I. i uovfeo K GREEDY trable thicket lay #3 one side and a thick t3 wood and deep ravine on the other,while the it avenue from the house to the bay was s r slightly descendiug meadow. Such was the o place where Michael dwelt with his father, a aunt, and Alice, the latter of whom, is the li only one immediately connected with oju a narrative. It is unnecessary to say anything H of her past life, suffice it to say that die was c bereft of her parent* early and * had fomid e protection under the roof of John Morris,Mich- v aol's father, who had taken a great deal of v pains in raising her, nd doubt with the an- s ticiption of making her fit a ' help mate,' 1< for his son. Though let that be what it t may, Michael and Alice cherished a strong I attachment for each other in childhood e which grew as they grew and strengthened as c they advanced in years, while until at last 1 they began to look to the time when they r should not only see in each other a mere i playmate, kind friend, or fond lover, hot a t gentle husband, a loving wife. But lo ! the t cloud of war arose in the east and stretchingits fiery mantle towards the west shrouded 1 millions within its bloody folds. Michael 1 heard its thunder and for onco there was t a strife in his manly bosom, that strifo be- i tween a sense of duty and a will to do other- 1 wise, which is more usoful than the strife i of contending legions. He knew his duty,he ] loved his country, but how could ho leave < his home, his father and more than all, his t Alice on whom ho had founded his hopes of < earthly happiness. % But what are obstacles to a man who will < not rogard them; they only servo as all incentive to plunge the headlong|hero into > destruction. So be felt that he must leave < that blissful home, perhaps forewr. Alice was aware of his intentions and wkh sorrow t ful steps and feelings ah ! who\ but they can tell, they walked one evenina to their ] favorite rock on the beach, to havelheir last i interview. The sun hod just disappeared be- < hind the western hills, and soon tlb starry firmament shone forth in all the sjkjendour < of heaven as if to throw an air of Measure 1 around that consecrated spot* After gnz- i ing in silenoe a fc#*moments at the scenery 1 around them. Michael grasping the land of \ Alice and with half stifled emotion bekan.: 1 4 Alice, this reminds me of years goke by, j of the many happy moments we have massed here on just such evenings as thisiand < amid the beauties of nature aa we noware, j but I have a strong presentiment thaflthiB i is the last time we will meet on this nek, 1 and perhaps the last time we will meeipn i this earth, and I now only desire that to 1 love me as you have heretofore, and I wll 1 fear nothing, As an emblem of my faitbfuV ; ness I give you this ring, wear it for my , sako as long as you livo. I would not leave i you?' \ 'Go! exclaimed Alice,and my prayers shall follow you, shrink not from your duty on account of me.' Dearest Aliccc, exclaimed Michael. I feel vou that are mvcuardian ftncnl. If T fiv^rr/miA * J 0 - o" ? ? back I will come witli honors. If you do not see me clothed with honor, you will never seo me agAin. Your name shall impart energy to my soul, and when I am about to despair one thought of you Bhall ronew my strength.' Michael and Alice were interrupted before they had fairly accomplished the object of their visit to the rock. The angry clouds began to gather and the loud peals of thunder and quick successive flashes of lightning told of the coming storm, the winds moanod and the high foaming billows clashed the rocks with fearful rapidity. Our couple hastened I homeward, and before day Michael, en hie grand charger was miles away. But why fol! low him farther, go through an eight years war,he clothed himself with honora^e he said he would do. Let the sanguinary fields of Eutaifjferamly wine,Guilford and many othsrs, testify to it, and let us pass over the space of eight years. Eight long years they were to Alice and many were the evenings she sat at her window and looked sadly un lite i lane, consoling homlf no doubt with tlib \ idea that he n^ghtfcome. But^ie came not, 1 week* and fMiBpPhad passed away, still no , jKe moon had just looked a moment on th^Rei th one cold night in December, tnd disappeared, the low winds moaned, the sturdy oaks bowed their lofty heads, while over i and anon faint glimmering of lightning could i be seen, whioh put an expreesiob of defiance i on the face of nature. At such a time u this a tingle hoAtnan was winding around % . wirf* ^ # 1^ '%VlillMHMPVY9i IOEIWMIJi a itmiT I , ' ILLE, S C.: FRIDA1 he foot of the mountain, not five miles from be house of John Morris. He rode as a victor-laden hero and with feelings which heroes nly know. Now his manly form can be seen s that winter lightning throws its purest ight around hinnJBnow he is in the dark hroud of nature^mnle nothing is heard hut he steady aud firm tramp of that powerful harger. Nearer, nearer that tramp approachd the form house, and the long neck of the rar-horsa is arched madly in its 'irectiotv, tl_ ? If . vnon ins eager nuer rinses nimsou in nis tirrups and 44 faster" echoes hoarse and hala\y from his lips. Suddenly a seeming a>yss opens before thom and4 clear it my boy' ireaks in startling distinctness on the ar, and the next moment that heavy tramp >n the other aide is thundering on. Aye, fVallace! exclaimed the rider, wc have hod a ough time my boy, but it wilj soon bo over, ire will soon be at home. YeH,you shall. Alice, ?h 1 Alice shall ride you, but no one else ihall ever daro to mouut your back. In the midst of these too happy thoughts tie nears the lane. There stood those tall poplars as they stood eight years before, and be house stood at [the farther end of it as t had formerly done. A flame of enthusiasm ighted up the soul of our hero and th? next noment he stood before the gate. Not alight eeirced the windows and save the panting if that proud steed, all was still as a vault of he dead. Presently a faithful old servant :ame forth with hurried steps to thegfti*. "All well, Tom,"accosted the knfghtlyfiler. "Ah! not so very well, sir. Old Massa died about a year ago, and Miss Alice left this rerv morning." VWhere did she go !' fiercely interrupted Lhe stranger," and with whom did she go." " To the Bay sir, and with a stranger. I know she didn't want to go, for when the man told her she had to go with him, she cried and weut on a heap." In a moment that majestic steed was turned while his rider rising uprf in his stirrups with a burst of indignation and bitter disappointment, exclaimed, " Infamous villain, bold he must have been, who would dare usurp the possession of heaven, and still bolder must he bo who can meet the vengeance of hell." " Where are you going!" interrupted the del servant. M Going to the infernal regions, ind search the confines of Erebus; my sword hall drink the blood of vengeance, and vilians shall feel my power." In a few moments he was on the beach, at that Devoted Rock, and as he alighted at it, he exclaimed, 'Ah! here is the source of all my grief, would to God I had nev$r seen this Rock." As ho stood gazing on the bay, he saw a white sail approaching. Nearer, nearer, it tine, and that disconsolate veteran saw ftt. Ilia Kniif Ko/I /mmA 1*2. MWM. M?M VVIMO* JL III IIIIIVU Alio ??ed which stood in all tho pride of his piwer, he commenced with as much emotion as he did eight years before, on that sitae spot to Alice. Said he, ,Wallace, this row has "been the death-place of your maatea aud it shall be the death-place of you, I ah going to leave this shore, never to return I have promised you that no other man shot* ever ride on your back, and now I am goini to fulfill my promise. You die, Wallace, but you die by the hand of your master, I Vow you are not afraid to die.' So saying&e drew a pistol, and when tho re port btte the stillness of that night, the gallant tar-steed, which had swept like a kurricanAover so many desperate fields, was a mass ofWuggling flesh, llis master stood jh'OUu ar?d wi'eci, and gazed on his horse without iraring a word, when turning towards theibay, he beheld a boat approaching the stare. Tho Captain of the vessel hearing thsroport of tho pistol, and thinking H. a signal tf distress, had dispatched a boat io mo snore jo learn 106 catiso Of It. " W fto's there" shouted the boatman. 44A friendr replied a dark form, with a deep hollow mice as he stepped firmly into tbo boat 4 What do you want,' rejoined tlie boatman, MOn* bear me from this accursed shore, is all 1 \mnLn He was carrial on board the vessel, and here we must pal over a few weeks, during which time nothng vary interesting occurred. The ship pimred W be a IMrato cruiser, and the reader mil not suppose that the stranger passed uimoticed, he was closely questioned and scrminized by cvory one.? He had been on th&yeese) sometime planning and mediUtim something he"hardly gggajggB ' i m r SORNING, AUGUS1 ~ . - y knew what, when one evening he discovered the Captain with a young lady on his arm, walk on deck to view the ocean. lie thought that he never had seen but one lady half so 1ovelyT half so beautiful, but in the midst of .her loveliness and beauty there was something that told too well, that she was troubled aaddissHt. . 1, that her familiarity with the] ruffian ' side, did not proceed from the heart, lne next evening, the stranger again saw them on the deck, when noticing the lady more closely than before, he discovered, to his great surprise, the identical ring, wlli^li llA })f)rl nrAennf^ frt A1ts?a tl,A TW voted Rock. He knew it, for lie had woro it many years himself, and it was of a peculiar form, which if onco seen, would not be forgotten soon. His first impulse was to spring I to her and clasp her iu bis arms, his next was,to shoot tho ruffian that was with licr, but better reason prevailed, and he retired. Ah ! let him who has experienced such a trial, tell of his feelings that night, let tho pen of the old Roman poet, which inscribed the "Amor vincil omnia" for despairing lovers be dipped again, and tell him what to do. He was alone among a band of robbers and what could he do. Thus he passed several days and nights, while Ufs noble soul was wrung with the keenest anguish of disappointment and despondency. He would not mind falling on tho battle field, but this was murder. His condition now awakons our sympathy for him, and makos us conclude with a good old Marshal of France, that it is cruel to provoke the brave to despair. He did not long, however, have to suffer this punishment, for in & few days tho whole crew wore shipwrecked and only a fow were able to get into the boat, fflbugh among tlio few, as if by a decree of Providence, were'tho stranger and young lady, but this soon proved to be leaving a sudden death for a more awful form of it. For in an open boat, without provisions, and with no hope of assistance, how could they long survive. One by one died and were thrown into their watery grave, till on the eight day, the stranger who had hithoito rendered every possible assistance to the lady, perceived that she was fast going, unable to contain himself, he raised her to his bosom and asked her if she remembered the rock near the house of John Morris. "Oh! Michael, Michael," she exclaimed with a feeble voice, "I die contented," and falling back 6ho expired. Michael again pressed her to his bosom and called, "Alice,'' but the sou! which burned with the purest of love had flown to regions unknown. He then took the ring off her hand, while he bathed her body with his toars. On the next day an English schooner passed ami took them all on board, and soon the myste nous stranger was on tbo snores ot JinglanU. Ha never visited again the Devoted Itoclc and of all the heroes that went down to immortality, there were nono rnoro brave, none more goncrous, than the noble, the patriotic Michael Morris. Fkmale Equestrianism.?Ono of our fairest readers sends us tho following extract from an essay on Female Equestrianism, by Prof. Nash, of Amherst. It is a subject which is now attracting much attention. A number of the county Agricultural Societies have offered handsome premiums for the best performance of horseback exercises by the ladies ; and we trust that all the societies in the State and throughout the country, may soon foliow the example. This kind of exercise is healthful, invigorating, nnd a highly useful accomplishment. We commend the extract to the especial attention of the gallant beaux of our city, as well as to the kind folks of older growth : Better far than all the shoulder braces and drug panaceas ever invented or concocted, is a wild gallop on a bravo, free steed, for the young, and a gentle amble on a quiot palfry improves tho drooping iuvalid more than slops, Byrups aud careful wrapping. In no waits, scotti8ch, or polka, over performed in the unwholesome press of heated ball rooms, is fair woman so clothed with grace, as when, with form erect, she is borne swiftly onward by a gallant steed. The face iuay flush in the stifling atmosphere of crowded halls, under tho glare of lamps, but to pale with the morning light; while the roses ui? *1 - / miwui uii wuutj b ciicrK in uic pure iree air of Heaven, and rich, warm sunshine, under the exhilarating influences of a homeback ride, endure, and are roses without thorn* What are the young men aWltft, that the ladies ride alone I Are men afraid of heroes? Have they neter learned to ride ! l'.K.r fellow^ they had bett er borrow some gentlo old nag, and prxttiioe. Don't he afraid ; there is not gniuh. danjj[?V-hnd the ladies will lead your horses at first. . i - ' . i - us v. t'" ;. * "# . > ' %k x wr* C 17, 1855. JEliscellimmw iHorirs. ! IbeJLiHle&ojj | Who did Msr? than he thought ho Oonld. ' A little boy pat early one morning at tl>e 1 window, with his head resting upon his hand.; * A l.~ ? ;.i ?ir ? f r I i itv KIOV U<J OiliQ W III I III>V/1 If JL WI8II 1 >VUIU 1 a man, fopUhon I might do something to ' serve God, or to help others* f might save i some body's life,or I might help iho poor, or I might cure the siclc, might teach others to bo good. I do not see what a little child can do. But I will try to bo a good child, and to please my Father in heaven ; and i he knows that 1 wish to serve him.' So, as he had still a littlo time before 1 breakfast, he began to study his lesson, in 1 which he took great delight. lie was very busy at this when he hoard his mother call to hiui, 4 Come quickly, my son, and run after your little brother, iest ho should get hurt.' * O dear,' thought lie, 41 wish I could linisli this page, liut no, I must ohey quickly. Yes, mama,' ho said, in a pleasant voice,41 am coming; and he lmstened after his littlo brother. 'Ho wont out, and looked here and there after tlio dear little follow, nnd ran fast on the way where he thought him most likely to have wandered, calling his name often in a lound clear voice. At last, when ho was far from tho house, nnd began to feel very anxious, ho saw his brother running toward him as fast as his little tired feet could totlle. Now, our little boy did not kuow that the dear baby was just on the edge of a rocky precipice, and at another step would have fallen over, when his voice made him stop and turn about, aud that so ho had saved tho life of his littlo brother. He only knew that he tried to be an obedient child. After breakfast, his mother told him that he might work in his flower garden. This was one of his greatest pleaures. His beds were kept in very nice order, and his plauts grew fast and finely. From day to day, it was his delight to seo new buds opening into full and beautiful bloom, lie had one 1- -i* ?U!-l. i\;ijr [ii.nu, mu o?cub uj which were given him by a very poor woman, from a far country across the sea. This morning, for the first time,one of its buds had opened, and he called his mother to bhnre Ins delight in eeeing beautiful flower. After she had left him, and he was still admiring its delicate color and sweet fragrance, a little boy passing by lingering to look at the pretty flower garden. When his eye rested on the flower just opened, he exclaimed4 'O'that is one of the flowers of ourown country! How my dear sick mother would like to sec it!' And still he lingered and looked at it longingly. At first our little boy thought, 4 I should love to send it to her.' Then ho thought 'But I cannot part with it. I have been r 1 i jt-i vjj - - nulling iur Ht'ii&s iu iiiive mat unci open. Then lio looked again at the stranger boy and saw that his face was pale and his eyes full of tears. i lie asked him of his mother and of his , own country, and told him that the woman who gave him tho seeds como from that ' same land. Then he looked at his flower, 1 and thought, I shall soon have another bud open. I will give him this for his sick , mother.' So he gave away his beautiful flower. , The littlo boy did not know that the sick woman was tho daughter of the woman who gave him the flower-seeds, of whom she ' had heard nothing for many years, and that ! by that flower they were restored to each other again, lie only knew that he tried to bo a kind little boy. Somo hours latter, ho was sent by bis mother on an errand to a neighbor's house. As ho walked along ho saw something shining in the road, lie picked it up, and saw with delight that it was a beautiful silver box. Nobody was near, bo could claim it as his own, and he felt as if his fortune was made. As ho walked on, turning it over and over to admire the rich casting, and tossing it up to fceLits weight, ho thought mas, Dcauuiui as it was, ne wouiu sen it, and with the money it brouglit lie would buy a nice warm shawl for his mother, and a cloak for tho dear baby. IIo would say nothing about it but some da)' ho would ask permission to go to town, and he would return at night, and surprise his mother with the new possessions. He could not help jumping up and down at tho thought. Just at that moment ho saw a man on horsebaok coming toward him. lie hastily hid his box, as if afraid of being robbed of his treasure. As they came nearer to gotbor, he saw that tho man was looking intensely around on tho ground, as if in search of something. 4 Little boy,' said he, as he came near.? 4 Have you seen a box in the road ! I have lost one, not far from hero. Our little boy felt sadly to thyik that he , must give tip thejbox, and tho shawl, and the cloak, and all the joy that he had been thinking about, lbit he did not hesitate. Is this the box, sir ? lie asked drawing it from his pocket. 4 Yes, yes, that is it. Givo it to mo. So tho boy gavo up the box, and the man turned buck, and, rodo iftvav hastily, while the boy walked slowly after ldui?It, was a sad trial to him, not for his own sake so much as far his mother's and tho baby's. 'But I did right,' lie said to himself and NO. 14. 'olt clieerod l>y the thought. ' I told the .ruth and was honest. . Ho never knew that the box contained a rare and costly medicine, which restored jundreds of sick people to health. On his return home, he was caught in a leavy ahowcrfcf jfain which wet him to the (kin. That was no| the worst of it,however, *or when ho reached the gate, ho found that lie strong wind had bont'^Hl^a liii plaints ind broken off his choicest blosSoms. O mother, he said, as he entered the house, 4 my beautiful flowers are killed. And ho f,at down and wept M?.. 4 Who has done it, my son ? asked his mother, tenderly stroking his head. The boy sat silont a few moments, nnd then ho raised his head and said. 4 God has : i : 11 .i- i- * uuiiu it, iiuu is mi ngnu Then for the first time lio saw that in the room was a stranger, who had entered for refuge from the storm. The little boy never know that the stranger was the Governor of the County and that as ho went away, said to himself, ^ God has torn my flowers, also, my beautiful child and I too will say like this child, 4 It is all right; and that from that hour ho became a better man4 loving the will of God and ruling in bis fearso that the whole nation was better and happier. lio only know that tie wished to be patient and submissive. That night when he went to bed, our little boy enid to himself, 41 do not know that I have dono any good to-day, but I have tried to be good. Two angels watched ovor his bed. ITo almost saw their smiles, but he did not hear their words. 4 Dear child, said the one, Who has done more than he 2 Shall we not tell him 2 4 Not yet said the other, Let him wait.? N. Y. Evangelist. ?(1 IhsbsnO. My husband is a very strango man. To think how he should have grown so provoked about such a little matter as thai scarlet scarf. Well, there's no use trying to drive him, I4ve settled that on my mind.jp3ut ho can bo coaxed?can't ho thou eh ! and from this lime henceforth, shan't I know how to manage him ? Still, there's no* denying, Mr. Adams is a very strange mar. You sec, it was this morning at. breakfast, I said to him, ' Ilenry I must have one of those ten dollar scarfs at Stuart's. They are perfectly charming, and will correspond so nicely with my maroon velvet cloak. I want logo out this morning and get one before they are all gone. ' Jen dollars dont grow on every bush, Adeline ; and just now times are pretty .hard, you know,' he answered in a dry, careless kind of tone, which irritated me greatly.? Beside that, I knew he could afford to get me she scarf just as well as not, only, per- ~' haps my manner of requesting it did not quite suit his lordship. "Gentlemcu who can afford to buy satin vests at ten dollars apiece ; can have no motive but penuriousness for objecting to give their wives as much for a scarf," 1 retorted, . as i glanced at the money which a few moments bfore ho had laid by the side of my plato, requesting me to procure one for him ; lie nhvay's trusts my taste in those matters. I spoko angrily. 1 should have been sorry for it the next moment, if lie had not answered, 4 You will then attribute it to my penuriousuess, I suppose, when I tell you I cauliot let you have another ten dollars to-day!' well, then, 1 will take this and get too the scarf. You can do without your vest this fall,' and I took up tho bills and left the room, for he did not answer it. 4 I need it., and I must have it,v I soliloquized, as I washed my tear swollen eyes, and adjusted my hair for a walk down Broadway, but all the while there was a still small voice in my heart whispering, Don't do it; go and buy tho vest for your husband,' and at last would you believe it ??that inner voice triumphed. Iwentdown to tho tSilor'a, selected tho vest, and brought it home. 4 Hero it is, Henry ; I selected the color which I thought would suit you tho best. Insn't it rich ?' I said, as I unfolded tho vest after dinner, for somehow my pride was all gone. I had felt so much happier ever since 1 had resolved to forego the scarf. lie did not answer me, but thort. was such a look of tenderness filled bis dark and handsome eyes, as his lips droped to my forehead, that it waft as much as I could do to keep from crying outright. l?ut 1 haven't told the cream of the story yet. To-night when ho came home to supper ho threw a little bundle into my lap.?Vvondoriug greatly what it could bo, I opened it, mid there, would yo\i believe it, was the seatlft scarf, the very one I had act my heart on at Stuart's vosterday. Ol.! T" -: J I??-r Ji . A?va>ij, s. oaiu^ ICHVMII^ up IV1IQ; wjing to thank him, but my lip* trembled, mul then the tours dashed over my oyoliubes, and he drew my howl tobi.* heartland smoothed down my duels,and murmured the old loving word* in tny ear,while I cried a long time, but O, my tcai^ero such sweet ones. Ho Ua straiipe man, iny husband, but he is a noble one too, and bin heart is in the right place, after all, only it's a little hard to . ihul it sometimes, and it seem* to my heart never, said it so deeply as it doe. to-night. Ood ble^s him!