The Charlotte journal. [volume] (Charlotte, N.C.) 1835-1851, 1843-02-09

, of sp,ri, aud originality than the compost
ton of most children OF the same age con
tain.
Mrs. Carlton seemed much pleased; but
Aun, Eoise had criticised II without mercy
At the same time she was observed to smile
frequently with cunning, sly, triumphant
expression, peculiar to herseli--an express,
sion which she always wore when she had
n secret, aud secrets she had in abundance
"a new one almost every day--trivlal, pet
" secrets, which no one cared about but
herself; but which she guarded as Jealously,
as f they had been apples of gold.
The exhibition day had arrived.
Goodbye mother; good bye, auniy,
said Harriet, gancing for moment Inlo
the breakfast room.
She was looking very pretty 10 simple,
tasteful dress, made for the occasion. She
held the story in her hand, neatly enclosed
in an envelope, and her eyes were full OF
hope-the cloudess hope OF childhood.
DOME be surprised, Harriet said her
aunt, a, any thing tha, may happen to day
Only be thankful the brze yours, that's
ALL
If Kate Sumner don't win il, ! do hope
shall = replied the eager child, aud away
she tripped 10 school.
AT twelve o'clock Mrs. Carlton and her
sister took their seats among The audience,
IN the exhibition room. The usual esercl
ses we're completed, and il only remained
for the compositions to be read aloud by the
teacher.
The first WAS sentimental essay upon
Friendship. Mr.. Wentworth, the teacher,
looked first surprised, then amused, then
vexed, as he read, lille gaily aud fashion,
ably dressed lady, who occupied conspic
uous place IN the assembly, was observed to
toss her head and fan herself with very
compacent air, while she met with nod,
/ the conscious eyes of fair and beautiful,
ard naughty looking girl seated among the
pupils.
BY Angelina Burton said the teacher
as he concluded, and laying II aside without
further comment, he took up tho ncxt--
Lines 10 a Favorite Tree, by Catherine
! Sumner
|, was short ard simple, Tad ran as FOL
lows:
Thy leaves iightest murmuF,
o beautiful tree
, Each bend OF thy branches,
The stately the free.
Zach Mid. wayy whisper
Is music 10 me.
: gaze tLro' thy labyrinth,
Golden and green,
Where the light loves 10 linger
In glory serene
Far up. TIL yon heaven blue
Tremblcs between.
shut on, the city,
its sight and lis sound,
And away, far away,
For tho forest I'm bound,
For the noble old forest.
Which ages haye crowned
lean on ITS moss banks,
stood Ger its nils.
= see, thro its sistas,
j The vapor wreathed bills,
a And my soal with gush
n ofwild happiness fills
pine for the freshness,
h The freedom, the health.
Which Nature give int
sif HSNa . sNAtN"N "N"'s'f
wasted N etlss' j,
, Where only. by stealth
ne in9 r,e.l,i' .,a.l 0'e']eS
Vbcre W. ais, fit III 4 rl;nn,o
ofths glorious day.
And bu, BY tie calendar,
Learn MS Aay'
But away with Tepinlng,
IN study, from thee
. E les'1n o. pa ais..,
MID dark walls imprisoned.
> Thou droop'st not Ike me;
!, But sriyest forever,
Still ~, strong and brave,
'I II, N heavens ruFe rHooa'hine'
~
No lonrera slave,
Tho no,t was a s,o,, ana u,,,;e,Co,l
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