Du Buque visitor. [volume] (Dubuque, Lead Mines, Wisconsin Territory) 1836-1837, 1836-07-06
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ISOLATED AFFECTION.
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ssTrue love, still born Of heaven, is blessed with
wings,
And tired of earth, it plumes them back again,
And thus we lose it.
/ Deep in the bosom Of southern for
est, there grew beautiful flower; the
sweetest in that lonely region. Its
leaves were of the purest white, for the
4 first time unfolding to the world around,
and revealing, as they did so, the fine
land delicate droppings of violet and
purple, which before, like SO much hid
den wealth, had lain in it's bosom. Its
iodor was fresh and exquisite, and no
1 f1owerin all that forest, could come near
! ut Tor sweetness or for beauty. In ex-
fcellcnce, as in condition, twas equal
Ily alone.
7. But it was not destined to be alone
always. There came to it one morning
in May, a golden butterfly "a rover a
mong the howers-an ancient robber
of their sweets. Gayly replied way
Throughout the forest, now here and
now there, sporting about in sort of
errant Inconsistencies. 1t was not
long before heinhaled the odor-it was
not long before he saw the pure white
leaves, and looked down with an anx-
ious eye, upon the rich droppings of
purple and violet, which nestled in the
bosom Of the flower.
Flying around in may but still con-
tracing circles, he gazed upon the love-
illness of the flower, and grew more and
more cnamored at each moment of his
survey. Surely he thought, 'sthis
is flower by tself--lovc's own flower
dwelling in secret--blooming only,
and budding for his eyes, and denied
to all beside. TWAS my good fortune
to have found i'll will drinls-I will
nestle in its bosonl-I will enjoy its
charms as | have enjoyed thousand
others.o
Even with the thought, came the
quick resolution, and another moment
found him lying lying closeand press
led upon the bosom Of the flower. There
was slight effort TO escape from the
embrace of the intruder-the flower
murmured its dissent, but the niurmur
died away. into sigh, was inhaled as
SO much honey, by the pressing lips of
the butterfly. lie sung to the fowera
story of his lovc-and, oh! saddest of
all, the young flower believed him.
And day after day he came to the
stolen embrace, and day after day, more
fondly thaneve the lovely flowerlook-
cd forth to receive him. She surren-
dered hcr very soul to his keeping, and
her pure white leaves grew tinged with
his golden ringlets, while his kisses
stained with yellow the otherwise deli
cate loneliness Of herlips. Butsheheed-
ed not this, SO long as the embrace was
Istill fervent-t the kiss still warm the
return Of the butterfly still certain.
But when was love certain?-no Of
ten, where the lover is butterfly.
There came change over the habits Of
the butterfly. He gradually fell off in
his attentions. His passions grew cool,
and the ease Of his conquest led him to
|undervalue its acquisition. Each day
he came later and later, and his stay
with the flower grew more and more
shortened on each return. Her feel
ings perceived the arrangement long
before her reason had taught her to think
upon or understand it.
Atlength she murmured herreproach-
esand the grievance must be great
when love will venture SO far. sWhere-
FORE" she. said, ooh, wherefore hast
thou fingered away SO long? Why
dost thou not now, as before, vie with
the sunlight in thy advances? I have
looked for thee from the dawning, yet
l have looked for thee in vain. The /
yellow beetle has been all the morning !
bnzzing about,me, but / frowned upon
his approaches. The green grasshop-
per had song under my bush, and told
me dull story of the love which he
had for me in his bosom; and more than
once, the glittcring humming-bird has
sought my embraces, but l shut my
leaves against him. Thou hast been
slow TO seek me thou whom ! looked
to see.''
eiaily then the butterfly replied TO /
these reproaches, nor, as he spoke, heed
ed the increasing paleness Of the row /
er. Over thousand forests I've been
flying, each as beautiful as this: on q
thousand flowers 1 have been tending
none less lovely to the sight than
thou. How couldst thou dream that,
with 4 golden ringlet, broad and free,