Wisconsin herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1846-1849, 1848-07-15
MISCELLANEOUS.
Lillian More;
OR THE BLIGHTED BUD.
BY FANNY FORESTER.


been each time previous, by her young broth
er Arthur; and, in moment, they were
! Joined by great house-dog, which laid his
cold nose in her hand, and whined synpa-
ltheticaIy, then looked up into her face, as
! though to assure her that he participated IN
her anxiety. After gazing wistfulIy, for
moment, from the window, against which
the chilling sleet was driving fnrously, RAJ
chel returned to little rose-bush that stood
beside it and began loosening the soil around
the root; although 1t was before as mellow
as the little stick resting against the rim of
the jar, and precisely the right quantity of
moisture, could make il.
6 1t will tlo,c out by Tomorrow remark
ed Arthur, in low. timid tone, as though
afraid of his own voice.
81 suppose it WILL said his sister, and
then she sighed again.
sit is just like Lilly said the boy.
I" Poor Lilly!'
SO pale and sweet
Sand SO fragile. just like her.
|, The boy was evidently anxious to say a
comforting word: but he only looked at RAJ
chel and then at the dog, and then returning
TO his seat, gazed fixedly into the fire.
| Rachel and Arthur were the only children
| of good farmer Blair; but there was anoth-
er who was as sister to them, and as a
daughter, well beloved and afiectonate
daughter, to their parents. Lillian More
was a dear little orphan cousin, who had
been for six months only an inmate of her
uncle's house; but in that short space, she
| had woven herself so closely round their
Hearts, that sweet Lilly's will was the law
of the entire household. Lillian was del
icate blossom, a flower, more fragile than
the pale spring buds she loved so well; and
she required the training of careful hard.
She spent the summer in the green fields,
and beneath the shady trees, watched over
and guarded by her kind cousin Rachel and
the careful Arthur, and when autunn came
she went away TO the busy city to spend the
winter months with n fashionable aunt; for
thus it had been decreed that she should d.
vide her life between her two guardians.-
LIlian's parting gift to her cousin was
beautiful rose-bush that she had brought
with her to her farm house, and that seemed
almost identified with herself. et. -
Take care ofit,' she said, stilI come back.
Aunt Bfayton has promised that | shall
spend the holidays here, and you must have
rose to give me on New Years morning
do you hear, coz' A real rose, with its
own sweet smell to it, and not a flower cut
out of painted muslin m a83asrs & sd +
Perhaps Lillian forgot herrose-bush, and
thought no more of the gift she bad asked;
hut it is certain thai Rachel did not She
had never cared for flowers before; for the
| heart is in a great measure the regulator of
the taste; but the remembrance of the alb
sent idol hallowed this rose-bush, and her
devotion increased until there mingled with
it deep tinge of superstition. She shield
ed it even from sun and rain until il began
to droop, and then she feared her sweet cous-
in was in trouble, and wrote letter of in
quiry; but Lillian was in usual health, and
even more than usual spirits. The gentle,
simples spiritually loving girl, who had ira
versed the green wood, and been delighted
with the song of the robin and bob-a-ink,
now told of the exhiIarating dance and mid
might music, and seemed to love them.-
Rachel wept and wondered if Lilly would
! be ashamed of the old farmhouse, and her
country cousins, when summer come again;
and then she blamed her heart for its dis
trust and selfishness; and was yexed to find
that she could be grieved at any thing which
made Lily happy. AH
+ As winter approached, Rachel's treatment
of the rose-bush was more judcious, and il
GRADUALLY improved, until, to the delight Of
the whole family. tiny bud pressed out
from the midst of the green leaves. Oh
how watchfulIy did Rachel guard that bud
Arthur;s eyes glistened with satisfaction as
| he looked upon it; and even old Carlo, the
bouse-dog. seemed to understand that it was
something aui.c too precious for dog to
appreciate.
! As the holidays drew near, old farmer
Blair began to make preparations to bring
home the favorite. His sleigh was newly
painted; string of bells and a new buffalo
4 robe was purchased, and his good lady had
duly prepared the double yarn mittens and
the nufi1ers, before any one had dreamed Of
! the possibility of q disappointment. Then
came letter saying that Lillian was Tilt
was only slight cold, taken at an evening
party, but it would deiaiu her until after
I Christmas. A cloud, during that day and
the ensuing one, rested on every thing al
the farIn-b house, and at evening another let
ter came Lillian was no better, indeed, she
might be worse. She was feverisb, and
seemed quite unlike her usaa! self; and peer
! Mrs. Brayton scarce knew what To do with
her. for she begged continually to be taken
20 her dear old uncle and cousins. The old
man shed tears; The bad not wept when
LIly's mother died, although she was his
own sisier,) and the good dame was sure
they ought 10 60 10 the childs for better OF
more loving one never tEod the earth
Bring her back lbe sure you bring her back
with you, said Rachel, as she saw her p'.-
rents seated in the sleigh, on the CHRISTMAS
morning that had long been the subiect Of
bright aniicipations. Tell Aunt Braytob
we win nurse her--oh, 50 carefully And
Il am sure she viii get well AGAIN.
The old people had been gone almost
week, and It was now the last evening Of
the year. Sadly did Rachel turn from the
window; and strangely tTemulous was her
voice as she replied to her brOther's encour-
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