The Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1837-1867, 1845-12-06
st. JOhnsbury, VT December 6, 1S45

happy tears Their love is rowned with life Is deep
est purest joy, its most heavenly emotion The u
n'ted lives have re-aPpeared in a new existence; and
they eol that without this rich experience the human
heart can never know ono half its wealth of love -
Long sat the father in that happy stiffness, and visit
not that angels near by smiled when he touched the
soft down of the infants arm, twined It's little ing-
err over his and looked his joyful tenderness into the
mother eyes. The tear-dew glisiened on those
long dark iringes, when he took up his guitar and
played tho beloved tune. lie had spoken no word
TO his child. These tones the first sounds with
which he welcomed her into the world
a few months glide away, and The little Foretta
knows the tune FOR herself She caps her hands and
crows at the sight of the guitar and all changing g.
motions show themselves in her dark melancholy
eyes, and on her little tremuous lips Play no! TOO
sadly, thou fond musician; for this little soul is por
ton of thine own sensitive being more decaely ,un.
ed Al, now see :hc grieved lip, and the eyes swim
ming IN tears Change, change to gayer m easure!
for the little heart is swelling big for its BOSOM
There, now she laughs aud crows again. Yet plain
live music is her choice, and especially the beloved
tune. As soon she can odde across the room, she
welcomes papa with shout, and runs TO bring the
guitar, Which mother must help her carry lest she
break it in her zeal If fnthcr mischievously tries
other tunes Than her rvorte she shakes her little cur
ly bend and lrots her fees mpatently. But when he
to nches the first notes he ever played 10 her. she
smiles and listens seriously as If she heard her own
being prophosied in music As she grows older, the
little lady evinces taste right royal for she must
needs eat her supper to the accompaniment Of sweet
sounds. II &c beautiful 10 see her in her nighigown,
seated demurey in her small arm chair one little nak-
ed foot unconsclousy beating lime to the tune. But
II the music speaks too plainly, the big roll ST.
Fen,y down, and the porringer Of milk, all unhceded
pours It's treasures on the floor. Then come smolh
erlng kisses from the happy father and mother and
love-claspngs with her liilIe soft arms As the three
SIT thus inertwned the musician says playfully, ''Ah
this is the perfect chord"
Three years pass away and the s,eno is changed
There is disrord now where sweet harmony prevail
ed The light Of Dora's eyes is dim with weeping
and tioetta has caught the trick Of grief and signs
amid her Playlhings." Gree when she had waited
long for the beloved father, she to him with the
guitar, and he pushed her away, saying angriy, SEQ
TO bed; why did your mother Keep you up so ons?-
The sensitive little being easily repulsed went to
her pillow in tears; and after that, she no more ran
to him with music in her hands, in her voice and her
eye. flushed now is the beloved tune To the nm.
happy wife it seems moctery to ask for ii; AIrs-
sandro seldom touches his guitar; he says he is o.
blised to play enough for his bread, without playing
TO his family at home. Al the glee-club the bright
wine has tempted him, and he is slowly huryng
heart and soul in the sepnIce Of the body Is there
Of saving this beautiful son of genius and feel
ing3 Dora at first pleads with him tendery; but
made nervous with anxiety and sorrow, she at las,
IL L. /.
to her when she happy, seated the rustic chair
in the moon light garden! and then comes the sharp
sorrow which generous heart always feels when it
has SO spoken to cherished friend. In such mo-
mens of contrtion, memory tuns with sadness to the
beloved tune. Forea whose little fingers must stretch
wide to reach octave, is taught TO play it on the
piano, while mother sings to her accompaniment, in
their lonely hours. After such Seasons tender re-
ception always grects the maynard husband; hut his
eyes, dued by dissipation, no longer perceive the
delicate shadngs of love in those home pictures once
dear to him The child is afraid of her father and
this veSes him. so strangeness has grown up be-
tween the two playmates, and cast shadow over all
their attempts at joy. One day, Alessandro camo
home lns as twilight was passing into evening Flor
ettn, fdd eaten her supper and sat her mothers
lap chatting merrily; but the little clear voice hush
cd soon as fathers step heard approaching.
lie entered with hushe heck and unsteady motions
and threw himself full length on the sofa, grumbng
that it was devish dismal there. Dora answered
hastily, "when man has made his home dismal, il
he don't like it, he had better stay where he finds
more pleasure 1.-THE next moment she would have
given worlds if she had spoken such words. Her
impulse go and fall on his neck, and ask for.
gveness; hut he kicked Fiorettas little chair
with such violence, that the kindly impulse turned
back and hid itself in her widowed heart. There
she sat silently in the twilight, and Dora'a tears fell
on the ttle head that rested on her bosom. know
not what spirit guided the child perhaps in her busy
little heart aforementioned how her favorite sounds
used - hegh,en all love, perhaps angels took her by
the hand. But so it was, she slipped down from |
mothers Zap and scrambling up the music stool, be-
gan to play the tune which had been taught her in |
private hours and which the father had not heard for
many months. Wonderfully the little creature touch |
ed the keys with her tiny fingers, and ever and
her weak but flexible voice chimed IN with pleasant
harmony. Alessandro raised his head, and looked