Wisconsin herald, and Grant County advertiser. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1844-1845, 1845-11-15

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tie bed of mignionette close by; SO, in
the midst of kindred and friends, the
Thistle felt alone. Perhaps if he had
cast off his own armour, and whcedled
from the air some of the sweetness it
had rifled from his fragrant neighbors,
the others might have initiated him;
but, instead of that, like many poets of
the present day, he stood up in all his
exclusiveness; and from dawn to dew
fall. sighed for companionship. AT
last he began to throw loving glances
towards the mignionette, and one lit
tie fragrant, dewy blossom saw him and
blusbcd, hiding her meek head behind
her companions From that day the
knight resolved to WOO the little trcm-
bier, and fashion her beautiful spirit
for his own happiness. "She shall
grow close beside me-" he said to him
self, cher roots shall Irvine with mine
down in the dark earth, and her slen-
der, delicate stem l will support and
train upwards, and she will cling low
ingly to me forever" So he expcnd-
ed few more tender glances, and sent
some gallant speeches by the little
wind-messengers, and at last pretty
Mignon slept from the midst Of her
sisters, and laid her fragrant head on
the bosom of her nettlesome woocr.-
For little time, whose life so bright
as that of Knight thistle? But some
times the sharp thorns in his armour
wounded his gentle bride, and then
came tears and ohidings; sometimes
when he bent his head to touch her
bright lip, there seemed strong scent
of the thistle in her breath, instead oil
the fragrance which had made the
whole garden rich; and sometimes al
midnight, when the wind was a little
noisier than usual, and the tall thistle
heads Kissed response, he fancied
That another hiss arose close beside
him, and he did not love bis Mighon
more for growing SO like himself Fl
nally, after year or two had passed
the Thistle found to his dismay, that
the roots of the Mignionctte were SC
interviewer with those Of her stout
neighbors, that they were in no wisc
distinguishable; then thorns grew from
her sides. and wounded as his hac
done; she puts purple crown upon hcl
head, and became Thistle. 1t was
not very strange, for she had lain upon
his heart, and its throbbings were MOI
good for her; she had listened to hi
whispers, and in them forgotten the
pure, sweet converse Of her sisters
though her fanting spirit longed for it
and she had breathe6 the air that the
Thistles breathed, until her whole ma
ture was contaminated. But from
that day to this, the whole family o.
Thistles (which has since became very
numerous, and does not wear the pur
pie. )declare the modest little Mignion
, cite to be no purer, no gentler, M
sweeter, or more loving than them
, selves; and they firmly believe tina
, there arc no such virtues as these il
the wide world, and that those wht
? seem most TO practice them, are only
) the most adroit deceivers.
There, | have made fable for you
Bel; and now ] must go and tell fairy
stories to the noisy little crew tina
have been speaking in unknown
tongues through my key hole. and,
doubt not, playing the mischief with
every thing on the outside, for the last
ten minutes. If you find no wisdom
in my fable, put it in with the fairy
stories, and we will all be children TO
gcther. am in no haste for the days
Of wisdom 10 come. Adieu.
FANNY FORESTER.