The Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1837-1867, 1845-12-06

caught it up, kissed ii vehementy, and burst into a
flood of tears, Dora threw her arms round him, and
said softly "Dear Aessandro, forgive me that spoke
so unkindly." lie pressed her hand, and answered
in sled voice, "forgve me, Dora. God bless the
little angel! Never agnin will father push away her
little chair" As they stand weeping on each Others
necks two little soft oncircle their knees, and
small voice sa yp, "kss Tetta" They raise her up,
and fold her in long embraces. Alessandro carries
her 10 her bed, in times Of DID, and says cheer(uy
emo more wine, dear Dorai wine.-Our
child has saved mo"
But when discord once enters domestic paradise il
is not easily dispeed Alessandro frequently feels
accustomed, and the corrOding appetite sometimes
makes him gloomy aud petulent. Dora does not
make sufficient allowance for this, and her own ma
ture being quick and sensitive, she sometimes gives
abrupt answers, or belrays impotence by hasty
tons. Meanwhile Alessandro il busy, with ZONE se-
cret work.-he door of his is often locked and
Dora is half dspeased that he will tell her why;
bot all her questions he answered with "A kiss and
smile, And now the Christmas morning comes, md
Forettl rises bright early TO what Santa Claus
has put in her stocking. She come running with
her apron full, and gives mother package on which
is written, "a merry Christmas, and happy New
Year my beloved wife, She opens il and
reads. dearest Dora, have made thee a music
boz. When speak hustily 10 my beloved ones, |
pray thee wind il up, and when see the spark kind
ling in the eyes, will do tho same. Thus, dearest,
let memory teach patience unto love " Dora winds
up the music box, aud 10, spirit sits Within play
the beloved tune! She puts her hand within her Us
bands and they look each other with allec.onae
humility Iiut netther Of them speaks the resolution
they form, while the voice Of their early love falls on
their ears, like the sounds Of FAIRY guitar.
Memory thus aided, does teach patience unto love.
No slackened ring now sounds dscord throughIhe
domestic tune. FlOrelta is passing into motherhood
beautiful as opening aower. She practices the
guitar, while the dear good athor sits with his
her chair singing from manuscript tune OF her
own composing In his eyes, this first effort Of gem
Jus cannot seem Otherwise than beautiful. Ever
and certain notes rccur, and they look at each
and smile, and Dora smiles also ''FIoretta could
not help bringing in that theme she says, "ior it
was sung TO her in her cradle " The father replies,
"But the variations extremely pretty & tHstelu:'
and flush of desh, goes the expressive face Of
the child. The setting sun glauces across the guitar,
and st touches a rose in the maiden's bosom The
happy mother watches the dear group earnestly, and
sketches rapidly on tine paper before her. And she,
now too, works privaisly in her room, and has
a secret 10 keep On ForelIa's fifteenth birth day,
she sends NY her hands, covered present to her faith
lie opens il, and finds u lovely picture Of him.
self and daughter, the rose and the gutW The sun
light gIauces across them in bright shower Of fine
rays, and touches on manuscript, with golden
finger, the few beloved notes, which had made them
smile. As thelaher shrned with his divine art the
memory OF their first hour Of mutual love, the
mother has mbimcd in her beautiful the frst
musical echo from the heart Of their child.
But the tune Of life passes into a sadder mode.
Dora. pale and enaciaied, lies pro9ped up with phi
lows, her hands claSped wlthn Fioretta's her head
resting on her husbands shoulder.
All is still-sti. Their souls arc kneeIing reyer.
entity before the Angel of Death Heavy sunset guns
from neshboring fort boom through the air The
vibrations shake the musc-box and it starts up like
a spirit and play the cherished tune Dora presses
her daughters hand, and she with faint smile ,waIb
led the words they have often sung The dying
looks up TO Aessandro, with deep expression Of
unearihly tenderness. Gazing thus, with long
drawn sigh, her atTeclonute soul floats away the
wings OF that ETHEREAL song. The memory that taught
endurance unto love leaves a luminous expression,
farewell glory, on the eless countenancs. Attendant
angels smile and their blessings fell on the mourners
hearts, like dew from heaven. Fioretta remains to
the widowed one, the graceful blossom Of his lonely
life, the incarnation Of his beloved tune.