Staunton spectator, and general advertiser. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 183?-1849, 1846-07-23
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JACK FROST THE JEwELLER
BY BLANCHE.

A beautiful night that was; no wonder that Lii
liputlan ambassador chose it for his work. The
moon was a very queen upon her throne, and the
trembling star by her side seemed to tremble tri-
file more than usual. But we forgave the moon for
sitting so proudly when what fairy spot
she was making of our world, how her beams nest
led in every flowers heart and smiled on every leaf
and twinked in every bubble. No wonder that
Jack. the Jeweler, with his world of finery should
wander out on such night, and beneath the patron
lzlng smile Of such an angel. Jack loved the moon,
she always smiled on him. and he looked up very
often to her pure cold face for appropriations for Jack
made the Jewels while the moon did the silverina
"A merry bustling little Jack was he, almost heart
warm, thought, although knew that he delight
ed In pinchng childrens toes, poor little bare toes,
that poverty could not afford to cover Jack in his
glItterlng armor wooed most delicatey the leaves
and buds on this glorious night; but when he
breathed upon them, the tune their little hearts
played changed to dying melody and then the
HE current stopped forever. Dear little blossoms
tinted by the sunshine ard showers of beautiful
Summer, he left stiff and cold, mockingly bedeck-
ed in jewels for the grave. Those long trailing
willow leaves down by the brook, that in the Sum
ner time rippled so lightly its waters, he fringed
with silver, but left them too with frozen hearts,
Yes, Jacks heart was hard, for he seemed to love
the cold steel, and hard iron, and chilling rocks
Now he peeped into keyholes, and looked through
the chlnk In the wall of poverty's home, and hung
curtain over both-then stole with the struggling
light into dim cellars, crushing and killing life
Like thief he crept through lone woman's door,
and gazed with jealous eyes upon her treasure
little rose tree, the only she had tooaud chuck
led malciously when he nipped its cheering buds
and left dropping plant for the widow. Cruel,
cruel Jack! But Jack for all, was none the less
Jeweller; so he hung gem every branch and
spray, and every blade he set in pearls; breathed
ON the wndow-panes, and bevies of light-winged
gossamer things appeared, and creatures the child
rem thought were troops of FAIRIES frozen while at
play, daguereotypes Of tall pines and rugged
mountain sides, deep caves, lone rocks, and hanging
cliffs, and frozen waves The sun looked out that
morning, how gloriously A glitter on branch
and glitter on spray and sparkes turning their
wee faces up merrily from every grass blade,
threads of tiny pearls floating in the air, wells of
irostlace hanging from every bough, diamonds of
the purest water cleaning in every flower. Much
as Jack loved the moon, he was always in tears
when the sun came up; 50 that morning, when
1lrst the warm flush of daylight fell upon the earth,
Jack fled, but the work wa done. Those flowers
never looked up again but shrOdded for the death
sleep laid them down upon the earth, and the leaves
withered from the hour they listened to the words
OF Jack Frost, the Jeweller.