Baton-Rouge gazette. [volume] (Baton-Rouge, La.) 1819-1856, 1841-02-06
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A TALK ron THE LADIES

here Is not a period of deeper luxury ard do
"s"s 'nai Tue seasons when the plciadss. aud sh,
s'o''o's spring like the spirit Of life riding upof
tue earth. Yielding to it's influence. and the f.,
cles of"outh rush back upon our hearts !, :,
their holiness, freshness, and exultotion s,d -.
'eei ourselves a ~deathless part of JOYOUS creation
"nich glowing around us in beauty. beneath ,he
mile of IFS God ! Who has seen tho e,;ta1o -
ten thousand trees bursting into leaves, each kiss
ed by a dow drop who has beheid a hundred.
flowers of varied hues, expanding into loyeliness
steallns their colour, from the rainhowed MAJESTY
OF the morning sun who has listened to mel DIV
from The yellow furze ; to music from every bush:
heard
"The birds sing love, on every spray"
and gazed on the blue sky of his own beau.
tttul land, swimming like q singing sea around
the sun !! who has seen, who has heard these. ard
not been ready to knsel upon the soil that gave
him birth Who has not then, as all nature
lived and breaihed, and shouted their HYMNS Of
glory around him, held his breath in ouiveriun
desight,and felt the presence of his own mortality.
the assurance Of his souls eternal duration. ard
woadersd that sin should exist upon a world so
beautiful. But this noralizing keeps US fon
our narrative. On one of the most lovely morn
ings of the season we have mentioned, seyer,l
glad groups were seen tripping lightly towards
the cottage of Peggy Johnslone. Peggy was The
widow Of border farmer, who died young, but
left her as the phrase runs, well to do in the world.
She had two daughters, both in the pride of their
young womanhood, and the sun stone not on a
loseiier pair both were graceful as the lilies that
bowed their heads to the brook which ran near
their cottage door-aGd both were mild, modes.
and retiring, as the wee primrose that recped
forth beside the threshold. Both were that morn.
their hands upon the object of their young affec-
tons. But we will not dwell upon their bridal;
only a few short months were passed when their
mother was summoned into the world where The
weary are al rest. On her deathbed she divided
unto them equal portions consisting OF a few
hundreds. Their mourning FIR her loss, which,
for a time, was mingled with bitterness, gradually
passed away, and long years Of happiness appear
ed 10 welcome them, from the bosom of %futurify.
The husbands of both were in business, and re-
sided in a market.town in Cumberland. The
sisters names were Helen and Margaret; and, if
a preference could have been given, Margaret
was Inc most lovely and gentle of the two. But
the tree that sheltered her hopes had time
to blossom, the serpent gnawed its roots, and
wi,hered like the gourd Of the angry prophet
Her dark eyes lost their Ius,re, and the tears ran
her checks whore lie roses had persisted for
ever. She spoke. but there was none 10 answer
sighed, but there was DO Comforter. save
the moufnfui voice of echo. Her young husband
int carousiIg in The midst ofhis boon co npanions
where the thought of a wife or of home never
en'ers-and night following night, beheld them
reel forth into the streets to finish their debauch
10 a house of shame!
Such were the miserable midnights Of Marga-
ret The beautiful and meek. while Helen beheld
every day increasing her felicity in the care, and
affection Of her temperate husband. She was the
world TO him, and he ell that that world contain
cd 10 her. And often as cleaning fell grey
around them. still would they
asst and look into each others eyes
Silent and happy, as if God had given
else worth looking at this side heaveni"
A few years passed over them. But hope sis.