OR, THE WORLD HAS CHANGED. 



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Old Pendleton— A Sketch of Old South Carolina. 



A A /hat hallowed associations does the name of this old vil- 

 lage conjure up — how often in thought do we wander 

 back there. Old landmarks and many reminders are still to be 

 seen, but the kindly faces and precious souls have nearly all 

 gone across the bourne. We hope to meet them again in the 

 better 'land, and if admitted into the eternal realms of bliss, 

 and as time rolls on her endless cycles, we feel that now and 

 then we should still be constrained to spare a moment to peep 

 down upon the old familiar spot, where our first fond hopes 

 on earth aspired and indulged in many bright anticipations, 

 which have never been realized. 



Fifty years ago old Pendleton was the fairest town in upper 

 South Carolina, a community of Avealth, intelligence, refine- 

 ment and religion, and the home of the best people it has ever 

 fallen to our lot to know. A resort of giant minds who would 

 do honor to any age of the world's history — such men as John 

 C. Calhoun, Langdon Chevis, Daniel Huger, Warren R. Davis, 

 John Taylor, David K. Hamilton, the Pinkneys, Haynes, 

 Earles, the Generals Pickens, Anderson, Blassengame; the 

 Colonels Warren, Allston and Boul'on, and the homes of Bar- 

 nard E. Bee, the Stevens brothers, of Charleston gunboat 

 fame, of Confederate times, home of John and Pat Calhoun, 

 the well-known young financiers of to-day ; and from those 

 old hills came our astute ex-Senator Joseph E. Brown, and 



