The Madisonian. [volume] (Washington City [i.e. Washington, D.C.]) 1837-1845, 1839-03-30
From The Nep York Mirror.
GOODY GRACIOUS AND THE
FORGET. ME-NOT.

GOODY GnACIOUsi AND THE
FORGET-ME-NOT.
BY JOHN NEAL.
Concluded
Daughterw said a sweet voice that she
knew, though It appeared to come out and steal
up from the leaves of another morning glory
Daughter -
Mother!" said Rosebud.
"You may have your choice to-day Of these
three things-a butterfly hunt, wedding, or
aplay."
"Oh! wedding a wedding ~ said Rose
bud. "Oh, have always wanted to see a
wedding!'
Be il So" said the voice, and instantly a
sweet wind arose, and lifted her up, and swept
her, and thousands more like her, over the
blue deep, SO swiftly, that nothing could be
seen but mist OF sparkles here and there,
till they all found themselves on the sea-shore,
at the mouth Of deep sparry cave, all hung
about with the richest moss, and lighted with
pearls in clusters, and with little patches Of
glow-worms, and carpeted with the wings of
butterflies. In the midst, were multitude of
little fairies, lowering and floating over a
throne Of spider-net ivory, on which lay the
bride, with veil Of starlight, interviewer with
the breath Of roses, covering her from head to
foot, and falling over the couch, like sunshine
playing on clear water.
By-and-by, faint, strange murmuring, was
heard afar off, like the ringing of the lilly bells
to the touch of the honey-bees, growing loud.
er and louder, and coming nearer every mo-
ment. Rosebud turned toward the sea with
all the other fairies, and held her breath and
after few moments, fleet of little ships,
with the most delicate purple and azure sails,
so thin you could see the sky through them,
came fitting along, over the sea, as if they
were alive-and SO they were-and drew up
as If in order Of battle, just before the mouth
Of the cave and then silver trumpet sound
ed on the shore, and swarm OF hornets APP
peared, whizzing and wbirring all about the
cave and then there was another trumpet,
and another, about as loud as you may hear
from a Gagged blue-bottle-and compliments
were interchanged, and salute fired, which
frightened the little lady-fairies into all sorts Of
shapes and made the little bride fairy jump
UP, and ask if her time had come, though to
tell you the truth, the noise didn'tappear much
more terrible to Rosebud, than her little
brothers pop-gun; and then, sort Of barge,
not unlike the blossom Of sweet-pea in
shape, was manned from the largest of the
fleet, and when It touched the bright spark
ling sand, out leaped a little prince of little
fellow, with bunch Of white feathers in his
hat, pucked from the moth-miar, sword
like the finest cambria belted about his
waist, and the most unimpeachable small
clothes. This turned out to be the BRIDE
groom, and after few more flourshes, and
not little pulling and hauling among the
bridesmaids, the bride and the bridegroom
stood up together, and looked silly and sheep
ish, as if butter wouldn't melt in their mouths,
and after listening awhile to an old dronng
beetle without hearing word he said-they
bowed and curtsied, and made some sort Of
reply, nobody could guess what--and then
forth stepped the master of ceremonies, a
priggish looking grasshopper, with straw-co-
lored tights, and fashionable coat, single
breasted. and SO quakerish, it set poor little
Rosebud laughing, in spite of all she could
do, every time she looked at his legs-nnd
then out ran the ten thousand trumpeting
bumble-bees-and the katydid grew noisier
than ever, and the cricket chirriped for Joy,
and the bridegroom touched the brides cheek,
and pointed silly toward little heap Of newly
gathered roses and violets, piled up afar off,
in shadowy part Of the cave, just underneath
a trailing canopy Of changeable moss the
bride blushed, and the fairies Uttered, and little
Rosebud turned away,and wished herself at
home, and instantly the bride and the BRIDE
groom vanished! and the ships and the fairies!
and the lights and the music! and Rosebud
found herself standing face to face with the
little withered old woman, who was looking
mournfully at the dropping forget-mc-not.-
The tears came into her eyes, and for the first
time, since the flower took root, for the very
first time, she began to think Of her mother
and Of her promise to the fairy, and she stoop-
ed down in an agony Of terror, and shame'