The Rhode-Island Republican. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1809-1841, 1830-03-25
THE FAIRY.

Inc following IAole Is contained IN MRS.
HALLS Sketches Of IRISH Character:
"in the entient times, when flowers, and
trees, and faEies were on speaking terms,
and oil friendly together, one fine sum.
mer's day, the sun shone out on beautiful
garden, where there were all sorts FLOW
ers that ye could mention, and lovely but
giddy fairy, went sporting about from one
10 tho other although no ono could gee her,
because of the sunlight as gay as the
morning lark then says the Fairy TO the
Rose--'Rcae, if the sun was clouded, and
tho storm came on, would ye shelter and
love me still" DO you doubt me" says
the Rose, and reddened up with anger.
Lily says the Fairy to another love, If
the sun was couded, and storm came on,
would ye shelter and love me still" oh!
do you think could change says the Lily,
and she grew still paler with sorrow.
Tulip, said the Fairy,'ifthe sun was cloud
cd, and storm came on, would ye shelter
and love me still" Upon my word said
the Tulip, making a very genueman-lke
bow ye', the very first lady that ever
doubted my constancy' so the fairy sport.
cd on, joyful to think Of her kind and
blooming friends. She reEolled away for
time, and then she thought on the pale
blue Violet that was almost kiVered with
its broad green leaves; and although its
was an ould comrado, she might have for
gotten it, had it not been for the sweet
scent that came up from the modest flower.
'Oh! Violet said the fairy, If the sun was
clouded, and storm cano Oh, would ye
shelter and love me still" And the Violet
made snswer--'YG have known me long,
swee, Fairy, aud in the 6rst spring time,
when thero we're few other flowers, ye
used TO shield from the cold blast under
my leaves; and now ye'Ye almost forgotten
me--but let IL pass--try my truth, II ever
| you should meet mIaforiQne--bUt | say
nothing We'll, tho Fairy ski,ted ct that
and ciapped her silvery wings, and whisk'
ed, singing off on sun beme; but she was
hardly gone when black cloud grew W
oct Of the north, all in 3 mint, and the
light was shrouded. and the rain fell IL
slashlngs like hail, and eway fes tho fairy
to her friend the Rose. Now, Rose, say:
she, the rain ID come, so shelter and love
the STILL Il can hardly shelter my Owl
buds, says the Rose, 'but the Lily has {
deep cup We'll, the poor little Fairy
wings were almsst wet, but she 90, 10 tht
Lilly. Lily says she, the storu Is come
so shelter and love me STILL Il am sorry,
says the Lily, 'bui if | we're TO open my
cup, the rain would beat in like fun, and
my seed would be spolt--the Tulip ha:
long leaves We'll, the Fairy WAS down
hearted enough, but she went TO the Tu
lip, who she always though, WAS q mos
sweet spoken gentleman. lie cor,ainl!
did not look AS brigh,as no had done in th,
sun, but she waved her little wand, and
Tulip says she, the rain and storm ar,
come, and | cm very weary. but you vii
shelter and love me still?" 'Begone,' say
the Tulip, he off, suys he; q pretty pickl
! should DO in. if let every wandering
scamper about me- Wen, by this time sh
was very tired, und her wings hung drip
ping OF her back, wet indeed--but iher
was no help for it, and lancing on her pret
ty silver wand, she limped otto the Violet
and the dsrlint little flower, with its blu
eye, that's clear as kittens, saw her CON
ing, and never word she spoke, bu, open
ed her broad green leaves, and took tn
wild wtndering crstur 70 her bosom, an
dried her wings, and bresthed the swee,
ost parfnmes over her, and sheltered he
until tho storm was clear gone. Then tn
humblo Violet spoke, and said, Fair
Queen. j, is bad to flrt with many, for ih
lore Of one true heart is enough for eartl
,, ly woman. or fairy spirit; the ould love
better than the gay compliments ola worl
Of flowers, for It will last when the othsl
, pass And the Fairy knew that it WI
, true for the blue Violet; and she contcnte
: herself ever after, and built her down
, bower under the wide spreading Niol,
! leaves, that sheltered her from the rude vii
ter's wind and tho no, summers sun; an
to this very day the fairies love the viole
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