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Show - W OM AN '8 B XPO N E NT, THE FLOWERS. Above the hum of passing wheels She heared a charmed call, And f rom her tired hands she let ' The weary'sewing1 fall. " The voice of nature to the heart, - Thou, who didst bles3 the widow's mite, Friend of the sad, and poor! Help us, to still trust to thy word. And all thy tests endure. " . .with our finer. nature, and wo yearn to give 11 expression. It approaches to the infinite something incomprehensible. The love of flowers is always refining; they comfort us p their silent presence brings us good company Fve sometimes thought that good angels loved to linger near them and that was why they soothed us so, in trials and in sorrow; then they seem to help us more in their quiet way than human words. Blessed flowers. But I fear I digress, I was writing of Spring. The poor cows and sheep will welcome it with as fervent a greeting as we And it will gladden the hearts of tho . do. herdsman and shepherd. Never was Spring welcomed more truly than now, for tho burden of the winter months has been heavy and h ard upon all. "The cattle upon a thousand hills" have hungered, and been pinched with cold and destitute of food and d shelter; our hearts ache for thO poor the fresh ii onlyjyory: a to is them short and sparse luxury. do flocks the Where stray. nibbling The farmer scarce dares venture forth upon hi3 work so uncertain lower the skies. But we begin to hear the plowman whistle, and we fancy Spring has come. Welcome! thrico welcome! genial, balmy, pleasant Her story to rehearsol The widowed friend laid In her lip. The one coin in her purse. Winter had rapped hla ermine robe Around him and was groe; And spring, aflush with liveliness, Greeted the rosy dawn, ' Augusta Joyce Crocherow . April 5tb,lS80. r , . ' PLEASANT SPRINGTIME. Through varied melodies; The voioe of bird, and waterfall, .And whispers of the breeze. She Jeft the tyisy, crowded town," And with her child she strayod, To where the green wood reaching: wide, ' Its fairy haunts displayed. ; Sbe . stood npon the rising bill . , Where'er the glad eye turned; ' Adown the sunny southern slopes, The varied colors burned. And from the dimpled, sweRing plain, In modest worth and grace; Of Myriad varied forms and hues, ; They look up td! her facei - Down frem theoverdrooplng boughs, ij Their Jovejy, banners hung; And nodding bells, to passing breeze, Their gracious perfumes sung, Within the forests dewy shades Uprose the graceful fern; And birds at poncert ore mead, , The Jbrooks sweet praise returned, ' And tiere, and there, Bhe gathered them, Theso gifts of nature wild; And all seemed giving welcome to The widow and her child. Yet o'er the gladness of the scene, A sacred sadness orept, Remembering him, who once with her These greenwood visits kept. And.here, and.there. she gathered them, And when, the t wiiight fell. The seamstress took back to her home, The day's sweet rest and spell. Then bending O'er her treasures fair For love's sweet memory; Their beauties knew no pbange transfixed, By her rare alchemy. , At this season ot the year in this "happy , valley" everything ought on natural princi- pies to ho gay and smiling, but en the contrary the sun is a3 capricions as any old bachelor and seldom lets us see his cheery face. Gloom out floors is an almost sure indication Of gloom in doors, and really one hs to make a little extra exertion to be cheerful and complacent through all the variations of this changdble moody, sullen weather. But now that wo have bidden farewell to sweet tearful A pi il and bonny merry May is here. we may hope to get a little bright sunshirie and a few fair flowers, and earth will bein her preparations with the assistance of the fair maiden Spring under difficulties,' to all appearance now, for the royal visit of June, queen of Summer. Yes in the language of the poet. . '. , . , ; they floated, like tbe leaves, upon a Silver tide; ; The trees are full of crimson buds, the woods are full of birds. And the waters flow to music, like a tune with pleasant ' V The-bapp- Bhe paused within the open door Of a rich spacious room; the sun laugh yet. What a longing there is in the heart 'for a sight, a smells of the green leaf and tiny buds. Winter has lain long upon the hills, loth to take his leave, and we have felt his frosty breath upon our brows and I fear he has nipped our hearts a little, as well as our fingers. , Now there is a sort of vernal air, and a faint breath of the freshness from the, fields and grove?,and the feathered songsters of the forest are begin-- ' Ing to warble, their charming melodies, and cheer lis with bird music and the brooks are waking echo 'upon echo among the trees and rocks breaking from their prison beds away In the far off hills, and warbling In softqr strains as they wind along through thevalleys, where the bending willows drooping, dip their delicate fringes daintily in the clear stream.Sweet Spring, full of pleasant days Inviting tender thoughts and calling us out of our seclusion into the opejnir to. listen to the voices of nature and catch the inspiration of the' "new born year?' Ji ' It is not strange to me that Spring i3 compared to youth, it has the same fresh- ness, elasticity, and vigor? and its effectLnp. on the spirits, is like the companionship of the young, whose hearts are pure. arid full of rich promises like the tender buds upon tho s, . trees,ahrubsand flowers. Sweet dainty fragrant as the breath of infancy, what cunning hand can pa(nt yon in your true freshness and give you perfume? Alas, none. Ye are natures own. Gentle violet, too modest to lift Its beauteous head,whoje pencil 8haligiyo it thefatnt delicate breath innocent which reminds one of 'child-lifV and pure. And the pausies with their bright eyes, Yes, prettVays and totender sentiment?. tell thousus a the pan9les speak us; they and things we once knew but have forgot. ten.:i. The language of flower is to u3 a hidden' myst ery; Jwo ' feel Its sympathy Schools. -- : Her choking sobs ihe scaree'eWld hush, But on the lady's ear. Fell bu the sound of carriage wheels, ' Of 'suitors dra wing near.'''1 : - ' . - .'v: r engaged, .. History tells us of mighty conquerors who have founded empires; and of royal monarchs, who have ruled .in splendor. But tho books of Inspiration tell us, that ho who guides the young into the path of Intelligence and truth is greater than theso. The eagle is the National Emblem of America the land of Zion not because of the brilliancy of its plumage or the music of its .voice; but, because of its daring .ambition, by which It reaches the loftiest hights, and gaes fearlessly at tho sqn shining in his strength. , ., , So may it ever be your ambition to gain lotiest ) gh ti i of usefulness and b$sk in the sunshine of intelligence and truth. The flags remind us of our country,wjiose - for more than a "hundred flg has bravedthe battle and the breeze." The years shield reminds jus of the shield of faith and as green leaves are a. type of life and vigor , so may your memories be groen and vigorous ia the minds pf thousands in tho days to pome. And, when the ibuds of your noble .endeavors shall bo transplanted from the 'cold soil of .tbis. present life, to bloom in udeless:beanty on the hills or immortality; and tho struggling of tho goo(J : against tho powers ot oyil shall have? resulted in the victory of the right; then during the Teter-jaiti'to come,. "may you be' among those who 8hall'know the Joys of victory after the battle-- of triumph when your toll 'Is ' done. ' ' ' ;i Yours with' respect. "! ( '. : , t9 , apple-blossom- , are great and glorious cause in which yott -. -- e is with feelings of gratitude that I present this banner to you as a small token, Of our appreciation of your services in the It - The fairest picture Jhat it held, , , Though flowers eiotlo bloomed. What do you want! how came yeu here! ' ' J . jl'd Uko'tohave yoa tell?" child i replied, Lady, the trembling, I rang your front door bell," "Yourservant sent ine nere,' to you; ' Per haps you'd like to buy ' Tnese vdldrwood flowraT'HIbow date you come! ., ,YourflQwer8, Indeed! pptJl have! . these Such Insolence, low, poor ' " ; : itight In here from the street!" "Lady, I wiped my shoes, tbero Id ' No dust upon my feet; r , , We're poor, but we're respectable, Wo are not mean and low, If you could see my mother once, :You would not call her so." " 8 wlf fly adown her flushing checks,; . u: Tbe shining tear drops rolled;f . LJke loosened pcarls, from broken string, ' O'er carmine velvet rolled. ' " She turned away wita quivering Hp, Frightened, heart sick and Bore; 'Here' called the haughty- dame, "this way, Go out of my back door"- Ah, little need within her. home, Accompanying a banner presented to Elders George G ri.UrJ, W m. Willis and Samuel L. 'Evans, as a token of appreciation and regard, in consideration of their long, continued efforts in bohalf of "Sunday Spenaer says, "And when the shining sun laugheth once," Then we deem the spring cometh, but we have scarcely seen oue.tich and greatf v"' Aunt Em. AN ADDRESS. V words. Audi willsitawbile withjou, news to share". s springtime. '' glide. And she, perhaps might buy these flowers, And c ass your present fate." She flushed" that aught wrought for love's sake, Should find a price in gold; Yet for her child's sake, well sho knew . Hej treasures should be sold. "Now brush your daughter's sunny curia, And let her take them there; . grass-thoug- As H The cruel hard time's pressed; Though bard she toiled, denying self : - -Of rightful food and rest. Then spoke a neighboring, widowed friend, ' is dumb-beasts,an- "The rae rry May bath pleasant hoursiatd dreamily they StlU nearer to tbe widow's door "There 179 , es " . ; ' Kate' M.CnifiE. Cenlreviiio April G,1880.' ' |
