Literary cadet, and Saturday evening bulletin. [volume] (Providence, R.I.) 1826-1827, 1827-03-10
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THE TWIN FLOWERS.

irac rant flower has bloomed and faded on
its dark green stem before the humble
porch, since the pretty little "Twin
Flowers" were seen, all bright and love
ly in the sweet sunshine of youth and
beauty, mingling their infant sports on
the cottage green or among the wood
land brakes. Ellen and Mary were OF
one age, and so much alike in their pretty
little faces, and in their playful gambols,
that they were not inap,ly called by the
admiring neighborhood, "The Twin
lowers" They were not born Of the
same parents, but in every other respecr
they might be called twin sisters in
love, in hope, in joy, in grief, in every
thing. They awoke with the same rosy
brightness on their cheeks; they smiled
together as they trippcd along in their
howery walks and hen the curtain of
night was drawn, they were slumperine
in each others arms W tn the lovely ,ran-
quilGty of two little angels.
When heard the story Of these inno-
cents. many long years had elapsed but
kind olfairy enchaniment possessed m,
mind, and must visit the humble retire
ment of Brier-Bush: as if could hope
to find the twin-fowers still as young,
as beautiful, and as gay as ever. Iris
thus that our glowing imaginations pain'
charms that can OF exist, or give 4, the
realities of life gloss which n ,ture nev-
err intended they should wear!
MY aged friend who related their his
tory, had gra,ified my curiosity (alread,
too great perhaps) with correct mnia-
ture sketch of each ofthese little angels,
which she had preserved from The days
of their infant pastime. Years" said
she, have not not faded The sweet re-
semblance
founi Brier- Bush, rs rural, as beau
tiful, and | am sure AS much like love-
ly paradise as ever There was the
green plat that Ellen ard Mary had play
ed upon, the down. hill where they had
often held their Christmas holidays, and
the winding footpaths shaded aud pro-
tected by wild flowers and hawthorn,
where their little footsteps had so fire.
quently wandered.
"----------As f two winged angels trod
Der earth's flowers, and feared to brush away
Their delicate hues--- :"
Bul--they were not there e.-No ! they
could not be there. But fancy could
picture them there; and every little
shrub and plant reminded me with an
eloquence of simplicity more forcible than
words, of the twin flowers of forme,
times.
Where were they? Could not such
beings, one in infancy, still be one ~
youth F; one in womanhoOd and one in
age: A: even amidst the tempests of life.
and the most reckless scathings of time ?
Could not the fond aud maternal hand
Of nature which had nurtured aud clasp
ed two ,endrlls into one ne, as il were.
permit them sill to cling together through,
sunshine and storm, until the chiIls Oi
winter and age should wther and ,ay
them low together? Alas the dearest
ties are often severed, and the warmest ac-
fections chilled and laid waste forever
Ellen and Mary had parted Aud now
fearful distance, aud more Gartul in-
terval Of time, presented separation
( which might be deemed eternal. e.
lens parents bad removed far towards
the setting sun; Mary married at an
early age, and seeming destiny direct
ed her far awav to an opposite part OF
the country. They wondered al parting
why they had ever been brought togeth.
rr, and whether that fineness of feeling
which they possessed, was given merely
to show how much could be borne al
parting, how deeply the heart nigh,
suffer without breaking.
! All this had passed long before, yet a,
I recalled each little circumstance from
the oblivion into which the mellowinp
influence of time was quietly entombine
it, | could not refrain from tears ano
raising the miniatures to my lips, I wen
away sorro"ing with disappointment from
J the cottage Of Brier- Bush.