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For the Courant.
"Thou wert not, Penhurst, built to envious show,
Of touch or marble; nor canst boast a row
Of polished pillars, or a roof of gold,
But standst an ancient pile, . . .
And, reverenced the while."
De Lamartine's pilgrimage to the Holy Land contains this passage:
"I have always loved to wander over the physical scenes inhabited
by men I have known, admired and loved, as well amongst the living
as amongst the dead."
The home of a man, or family, as their mute representative and
material manifestation, their memory being the genius loci, dilapida-
ted and deserted though it be, has ever seemed to me a spot where,
if we do not pull off our shoes, we should, at least, tread lightly and
feel reverently, pregnant as it is with associations inspiring, and
with memories refining to all that is highest and best in our nature;
and so, when I pass by "the old Taylor house," with its family grave-
yard on one side, and its deep grove in rear, to imbibe the full
benefit of the sanctity of its quietude, I long to be alone, to com-
mune with my own heart, and be still, in order to make that place
of the past tell upon the present, nay, upon the future, of my own
On the rise of the hill, from the romantic spring, so oft, in times
gone by, the lovers' trysting-place, stands, solitary, that ancient,
now uninhabited dwelling - "the old Taylor-house" - a crumbling
relic- one of the fossil remains of Columbia, at its beginning, fo
this was one of the first, if not, as I am inclined to believe, the very
first residence in the place. It was the dwelling, during their life-
time, of that venerable couple, Col. Thomas Taylor and his wife, and
there was the birth-place of their large family of children, who-
"Each morn and even they were taught to pray
With the whole household, and might, every day,
Road in their virtuous parents' noble parts,
But though this old building is deservedly held in honour as having
been so long the home of him so long the patriarch of the town, so
greatly distinguished in the revolutionary history of the State, par-
ticularly at the siege of our own "Fort Granby," hard by, and
with Sumter, at Fish-dam ford, yet is it more eminently deserving,
our veneration as having been the honoured house where the Gospel
of the grace of God was first preached in Columbia. It was in this
wise: the Rev. Isaac Smith, that Methodist minister of great sancti-
ty and zeal, was, in the year 1787, appointed by the Conference to
what was called the Santee Circuit, embracing, at that time, a vast
extent of pastoral territory. At that period he was in the practice
of visiting Columbi in his ecclesiastical ministration to the Method-
ist Episcopal churches then in Richland district, called "Marshall's
Mills," and "Evans' Meeting House." He generally lodged, in
passing to and from, with his relative and friend, Col. Thomas Taylor,
and, generally, at such times, preached in Col. Taylor's house. The
first stated preaching in the State House, by Dunlap and Harper, al-
ternately, nor being until the year 1802, and the first church in the
place - the first "Washington steet Methodist church" - not being
built until the year 1804. So, it will be manifest to the patriot and
Christian, why so much of interesting association is attached to this
old dilapidated dwelling. The sweet sounds of Gospel grace once
echoed joyfully through its walls, and thence, as a fount of blessing,
forth issued the stream that makes glad the nations - that made glad
our city.
In the year 1812 the proprietor of this house was one of the first
twelve communicants of the Presbyterian church in the college
chapel, before the erection of the first Presbyterian Church in this
place. A deeply affecting, as momentous occasion, was that first
communion of that infant church, as I have heard one of those first
twelve communicants, Mrs. Young, remark.
Mrs. Taylor was a Baptist, but difference of creed never affected
the harmony of the life of this Christian couple. They lived to see
their children's children's children, most of them prosperous, useful
and happy. Some of those of the third generation they also lived
to see taking their place, as pillars in the church of God. Col Tay-
lor was, for many years, the Nestor-patriarch of the place. The
meeting of himself and La Fayette, in 1825, was deeply interesting to
them and to the spectators of it. Truly may it be said of Col. Tay-
lor, that "he served his generation." The old Taylor house is, by
the filial piety and sacred sentiments of the descendants of the patri-
arch, allowed, though tenantless, to stand untouched and unmo-
lested, save by the tooth of Time, which seems to be doing its work,
though surely, yet slowly, on this venerable memento of the past, so
that the coming generation may be privileged to look upon one of the
old Homes of Carolina, and have some of the finest and best feelings of
their nature ministered to, by the sight.
Dear venerated dome,
The patriot's Christian home,
Again, as you've, I almost seem to see
His glistening grey hairs;
No crown a monarch wears,
To them, for glory, could compared e'er be.
The form that flinch'd not, when
Forth rush'd fierce armed men,
To wrest the jewel from us - Liberty -
Unquailing in the fight,
That form of manly might,
At times, again, I almost seem to see.
Then, bending under years,
It now to me appears,
What time, as my young, reverential eye
Beheld him, as the last
Of that heroic past,
When patriots for their country longed to die.
The patriot of this day,
Altho' not call'd to lay
His life upon his country's altar, still
He loves to think of these
Danger and death who chose,
Duty to God and country to fulfill.
And by their crumbling domes,
Their passing-off old homes,
We'll vow their memories to cherish e'er;
While our affections cling
To each old relic thing;
Of them, old Taylor-house shall be held dear.
M. M.
The attention of our readers is respectfully called to the advertise-
ments in the Courant of to-day. A select portion of our paper has
been assigned to advertising purposes, and right well it is occupied
in the present number.
As our space for advertisements is necessarily limited, those de-
sirous of making themselves known to our very many readers in
that way, would do well to commence at once. Our rates are rea-
sonable enough, considering the circulation of the Courant and its
class of readers

Dr. Duff said recently at a meeting at Calcutta, "Caste has, like
a cedar, struck its roots deep into every crevice of the Hindu nature,
wound itself, like the ivy, round every stem and branch of Hindu
intellect - and tinged, as with a scarlet dye, every feeling and emo-
tion of the Hindu heart. It reaches to the unborn child - it directs
the nursing of the infant. It shapes the training of youth - it regu-
lates the actions of manhood - it settles the attributes of old age -
It enters into and modifies every relationship of life - it moulds and
gives complexion to every department of society. Food,and rai-
ment, and exersise, and the very functions of nature must obey its
sovereign voice. With every personal habit, every domestic usage,
every social custom, it is inseparably interwoven. From the cradel
to the funeral pall, it sits like a presiding genius at the helm, guid-
ing, directing and determining every movement of the inner and
outer man. Beyond the ashes of the funeral pile, it follows the dis-
emobied spirit to the world of shades, and fixes its destiny there.

The relation between the Scandenavian and the Hindu faiths: -
"This remarkable tenet," (the belief that 'the gods' created by
Brahma would come to an end at the same time, that the earth does,)
"is unparalleled, we believe, in the religions of the world, save
that of the Old Norsemen of Europe, who believed that Odin and his
dozen subordinate gods ruled only for an appointed time and would
be overtaken at last by that dread day called 'the twilight
of the gods.' when all things were to come to an end. Is not this 'twilight
of the gods' thse Brahman's 'night of Brahma?' Observe, also, as
another striking indication of the relationship between the Scandi-
navians and the Indian Aryans, that, just as the later had their
sacred Mount Meru in the middle of the earth, with the sea sur-
rounding all and other worlds lying concentric around it, so the
Norse had their Mount Asgard, (theabode of Odin and the Aesir,)
in the midst of Midgard or the middle earth,' &c,-Blackwood.

side by the Germanic sway and on the other by the Latin Scholas-
ticism, the Italian life was awaiting its day of free utterance. The
old Latin was to be the material for the new speech, and the fresh
spirit of the age, that had been kindling for centuries under the in-
centive of German enthusiasm and provincial sentiment, was to be
the fusing fire. The materials were ready, the furnaces filled with
bronze ready for the casting;

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