The examiner. [volume] (Louisville, Ky.) 1847-1849, 1847-10-02

As they stand weeping on each others necks,
two little soft arms encircle their knees,
and small voice says, ''kiss Fietta."
They raise her up and fold her in long EN-
braces. Alessandro carries her to her bed, 4
as in times of old, and says cheerfully, mo
more wine, dear Dora, no more wine. Our
child has saved me-" Dc fs. t-i 1al
But when discord once enters domes-
tic paradise, it is not easily dispelled.
Alessandro occasionally feels the want Of
the stimulus to which he had become ac-
customed, and the coroding appetite some
times makes him gloomy and petulant.
Dora does not make sufficient allowance
for this, and her own nature being quick
and sensitive, she sometimes gives abrupt
answers or betrays Impotence, by hasty mo-
tons. Meanwhile Alessandro is busy with
some secret work. The door Of his room
is often locked and Dora is half displeased
that he will not tell her why; but all her
questions he answers only by kiss and a
smile. Ard now the Christmas morning
comes, and Fioretta rises bright and early
to see what Santa Claus has put in her
stocking. She comes running with her
apron full, and gives mother package, on
which is written, "A merry Christmas, and
hsppy New Year to my beloved wife. "
She opens it ard reads, dearest Dora, |
have made thee a music box. When
speak hastily to my loved ones ] pray thee
wind it up; and if ! see the spark kindling
in thy eyes, | will do the same. Thus
dearest, let memory teach patience unto
love-" Dora winds up the music-box. and
10, spirit sits within, playing the beloved
tune She puts her hand within her hus-
bands and they look at each other with
affectonate humility. But neither Of them
speak 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 string now sends
dscord through the domestic tune. Fioretta
is passing into maidenhoOd, beautiful as an
opening flower She practices on the gui-
tar, while the dear good father sits with his
arm across her chair, singing from manu-
script tune of her own composing. In his
eyes this first effect Of her genius cannot
seem otherwise than beautiful. Ever and
anon certain notes recur, and they look at
each other and smile, and Dora smiles also.
Fioretta could not help bringing in that
theme, she says, ''for it was sung to her in
her cradle" The father replies, "But
the variations are extremely pretty and
tasteful and a flush Of delight goes over the
expressive face of his child. The setting
sun glances across the guitar, and Just
touches rose in the maidens bosom. The
happy mother watches the dear group earn
estly, and sketches rapidly on the paper be.
fore her. And now, she too, works private
ly in her own room and has secret TO
keep. On Fiorettas fifteenth birthday,
she sends by her hands covered present to
The father. He opens it and finds lovely
, picture of himself and daughter, the rose
and the guitar. The sunlight glan:es across
them in bright shower of fine soft rays, and
touches on the manuscript, as with gold
en- finger, the few beloved notes, which
had made them smile As the father
slmined within his divine ART the memory
Of the first hour of mutual love, so the
mother has ernbalmed in her beautiful art
the first musical echo from the heart Of their
child.
But now the tune of life passes into a
sadder mode. Dora. pale and emaciated,
lies propped up with pillows, her hand
clssped within Fiorettas, her head resting
on her husbands shoulder.
All is still-still Their souls are kneel-
ing reverently before the Angel Of Death
Heavy sunset guns from a neighboring
fort boom through the air. The vibrations
shake the music-5ox, and it starts up like a
spirit, and plays, the cherished tune Dora
presses her daughters hand, and she with
faint smile MARBLES the words they have 50
often sung. The dying one looks up to Ales-
sandro, with deep expression Of unear,h,
ly tenderness. Gazing thus, with one long
drawn igb, her afectionae soul floats away
on the wings Of that ETHEREAL song. The
memory that taught endurance unto love
leaves luminous expression, farewell
glory, on the liieiess countensnce. Attend
ant angels smile, and their blessing falls on
the mourners hearts, like dew from heaven.
Fioretta remains to the widowed one, the
graceful blossom of his lonely life, the in
carnation Of his beloved tune.