Vermont phÅ“nix. [volume] (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1834-1955, 1849-08-17

house. And there, by a mound Of rocks
that dipped their mossy feet in the rTsulei,
Friend Goodman walked slowly, watching
for his little daughter, who had been SPEND
ing the day with some children in the
neighborhood. Presently the small maid
en- came Jumping along, with her bonnet
thrown back. and the edges OF her. son
brown ringlets luminous in the rays Of the
setting sun. Those pretty curls were not
Quakerly; but Nature, who pays no more
attention to the regulations Of Elders, than
she does TO the sdicts OF Bishops, would
have it 90. AT tho slightest breath Of mois-
ture, the silky hair rolled itself into spirits,
and clustered round her pure white fore
head, as if il loved the nesting place. =
Jumping, likewise, was not Quaker pro-
ceeding. But little Alice, usually staid aud
demurs in imitation VI those around her,
had met with new companion, whose
temperament was more mercurial than her
own. and she was yielding 10 its magnetic
influence
Camille Campbell. boy OF six years,
was the grandson OF an Italian lady. who
had married an Irish absentee, resident in
Florence. Her descendants had lately come
to ireland, and taken possession Of estates
near the neighborhood Of Friend Good
man, where little Camillo's foreign com.
plexion, lively temperament. aud graceful
broken language, rendered him an object
Of great interest, especially among the chill
dren. He il was with whom little Alice
was skipping through the lane, bright and
free a. the wind and sunshine that played
among her curls. Az the sober father
watched their innocent gambols, he felt
his own pulses quicken. and his motions in.
voluntarily became more rapid and elastic
than usual. The little girl came nesting
up to his side. and rubbed her head upon
his arm. like petted kitten. Camille
pesped roguishIy from behind the mossy
rocks, kissed his hand to her, and ran Of,
hoping FIRST on one foot and then on the
other.
"Dost thou like tina; little boy inquir-
ed Friend Goodman, as he stopped to kiss
his darling.
"Yes, Camillo's pretty boy. like him"
she replied. Then with a skip and q
bound, which showed that the electric fluid
was still leaping in her veins. she added,
Hes funny boy, too: he swears you all
l
The simple child, being always seeus-
toned to hear thee and thou, verify tho't
yeu was profane word. Her father did
what was very unusual with him, he laugh
ed outright. as be replied, "Whst strange
boy is thitP'
"He asked me to come down 10 the rock
and play tomorrow may 60 AFTER schoolf'
she asked.
1--WE will see what mother says" he re-
piled. "But whore didst thou meet Ca
milo 7"
"He came to play with US in the lane
and Deborah and John aud went into hi
garden to see the birds. On, he has 60
such pretty birds There's nice liitl'
Westinghouse in the garden, and there's
woman standing there with baby. Ca
milo calls her my donny. He says VI
mustn't play ia there.-Why mott Who
my donny?" -,
"The people in Italy. where Camille
: used TO live, call the mother OF Christ Ma
DONNA" replied her father.
"And who is Christ r she asked.
, 'He Yves holy man. who lived grss
! many years ago. ] read TO thee ono da
abou, his taking little children in his arm
and blessing them"
!. II guess he loved li,ne children aImoi
!. as well as thou" said Alice. bot what d
? they put his mother in that little meeiin
house for T.
Not deeming !, wise to puzzle her bus
!. little brain with theological explanation
). Friend Goodman called her slleniion Il
9 small dog, whose curly white hair soon di
: placed the Madonna, and even Camille
in her Thoughts. But the new neighbo
, and the conservatory peopled with bird
= and the little chapel in the garden, made
!. strong impression on her mind. She wi
always talking OF them, and in after yea
they remained by far the most vivid piesu
in the gallery OF childish reoollections.-
z Nearly every day she and Camille met at u
Il NOISY rock, where they planted flower
and buried flies in clover leaves, and launc
ed little boats on the stream. When tn
n, =. strolled towards the conservatory, the o
! gardener was always glad 10 admit theI
m Towering shrubs and gaudy parrots,
bright III the warm sunshine, formed SUI
cheerful contrast TO her own unadorn'
i home, that little Alice was never yea
az. with gazing and wondering, But from
4 The brilliant things, she chose two ia
Ca spsrrows for her especial favoriies. i
q q old gardener told her they we're Quak
birds. because their feathers were all
such a sofl, quiet color.--Bright little {
I'd milo caught up the idea, and said,
cd know what FOR you so much do like then
md Quaker lady-birds, they be-"
"And she'sa Quaker lady-bird, too
ID aid tha old gardener, smiling, as he patti