The Davenport gazette. [volume] (Davenport, Scott Co., Iowa) 1841-185?, 1849-05-03
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In what fairy world have been living!
Az ! shall tell you, tho beautiful scene 10
iad,ng-like tho golden hues Of cloud
touched BY the pencil OF the setting sun
ls,cly beautiful, glorious in iis rainbow
tinss, then fading into the nMhingne.s Of
color marking its vspory existence. have
always thought this world n delightful
place Of habi,s,ion, and love il still With
all ito faults. A twelve-mon,h since ncv-
or dreamed Of it, deceiss, but loved every
thing and every body-oh! 80 happily
Blessings upon those days u ignorance
they will never come again. But lei me
sell you, aud Of my dear cousin, whose his
tory has developed the cad truths to me,
that this world is not all good, and that
wicksdness and deceit sometimes hide
themselves, like seEpents among flowers,
mid tho must scored and precious feelings
Of our existence. And am told that her
experience 10 but 40 every day affair. !
will NOT believe il. The world 10 MOT %
bed sfisr oil. Tell me-is il 90! But
read on. Dear cousin, who could ever
know the sweet movings Of thy gentle spis.
il, ~ NE knew them, snd--bus will tell
she ssd tale.
], Is one year this month, siuce my cous-
iu Lucy, whom had never seen before,
came 10 my mothers house. She had just
lost her aeed mother. sfier sendesly nurs-
ine her through long sickness, and, 1t our
pressing invitation, had visited 70, 70 mako
this sweet homo her own. Al first, ]
thought her plain, psudish psrsonsge, and
proud and cold tn the heart. Forgive me,
Lucy. Coz thus miejudging heart which
actually beat upon tho lips, end so(tened
the woods that lett them into Tho gentle
mess q angels whisperinga. She WINS .
Quaksress, and som loved 10 listen 10 the
words Of her beautiful language, which as
frse struck nv ears % strangely. Lucy
was not pretty. She would never have
boen nosicsd . second time for any physi-
cal icvelinsss; yet The beauty Of tho fair
spirit within shons swsetly upon every Tea
tore, and even seemed 10 breathe it, gen.
eleness 10 every movement Of her steps.
Lucy vas almost heart-broken. Az she
thought holy things Of her mother. tears
would flow; fos many precious tis was
discovered BY that mothers death. An
only child, she thought her parent The sole
object - earth 60 love. The mothers love
he'd I'll bsen concentrated IN her.
Az task af duty, gave my whole hssrt
10 the gladdetiag of the spirit sf this poor
Risl. Asa labos Il love, and the happiese
of my pleasures, soon taught mysslfto b
succsssful. ! showed her tho wreatheJ
and tangled vines. end wildwood Aowess,
and moss-covesed logs. and cool-grsvslled
sprine, and Oh ths uacultursd bsausiss az
nv sSossst home, !" - ! termed little vale
10 our garden. that bad beso lsh 10 the
csrs of Natures own hsad, and in which !
h6d spsas days e hsppinsas. And then !
~ ~ along tho gssvsllsd walks, and
hsdess q 6owsss and shrubbery, II my
moskss's home; fos hese she nusssd the de-
liciaus hosss Il moaning and evening. -
Cd sussed ~ oovsss end birds around
~. Ard Together Lucy end J vsssssd
~ plssls. ssd essssd from them thsir pr
fts1ss, - lsaissd ~ cypress wins y m
~ ! Wild desce, ssd - ths chipping birds.