The Evansville daily journal. [volume] (Evansville, Ia. [i.e. Ind.]) 1848-1862, 1850-05-09
From the Great West.
THE HEARTS TYRANNY.
BY LIZZIE LINsRY.

ed by the pencil OF the setting sun. lately
beautiful. glorious in its rainbow tints, then
fading into the nothingness of color marking
It's vapory existence. | have always thought
this world a delightful place of habtation,
and love it still with all its faults A twelve
mouth since | never dreamed of its decei its,
but loved everything and every body oh so
happily. Blessings upon those days OF iOnor
ance-they will never come again. But let
me tell you, and of my dear cousin, whose
hist ry has developed the sad truths to me,
that this world is not all good a. j that wick
edness and deceit sometimes hide themselves
like serpents among flowers, md the most
sacred and precious feelings of our existence
And am told that her experience is but an
every day affair! will not believe 1t. The
world is not so bad after all. Tell me-is it
500 But read on. Dear cousin, who could
ever know the sweet movugs Of thy gentle
spirit, as HI knew them, and-but will tell
tie sad tale.
1t is one year this month. since my cousin
Lu ". whom | had never seen hrtore came
t. my mothers house. She hid Just Iost her
aged III IIhrr. after teidery nursing her
through long sickness. and. 1T our pressing
invitation. had visited Us. to make This sweet
home her own. AT first. | thought her IL pru
dish personage, AM proud and cold Ia the
heart rgive me- Lucy, Tor thus mi<indg
ing Il heart which Hrtuill'- beat upon ill.,. lips,
and snflencd The words hal Left them into the
uenlleness of angels whlSprrlngS. She WAS
II Q'mkrrr>~, aud soon | loved 10 listen tn the
woi.iS of her beautiful lituguIge, which AT
first struck my ears 50 s'rInglv. Lucy WIS
not pretty. She won Il never have been
noIc d Il srconl Time Tor any ply sirll love
li,e$s leI the beauty Of the fur spirit wiliIn
~hone swrcIlv upon rvtr, feature. ami even
| a Il
movement of her steps Lucy WAS al.n 81
IhrarI-brokem A she thou .ht holy thlgs ui
her mother. tears wouIt flow; for many :,
precious tie was discovered by that moher's
death. Anosh ctI l. she though. her pa
rent the sole object on etrth 10 love. The
III ,Iher's love had all been concentrated on
her.
As task of duty gave my whole heart
10 the uladdruiny OF The spirit of this poor
glrI. As labor of love and The happiest oil
my pleasures. soon taught my self 10 be sue
cessiul | s. owed her Tie wrearhed and
tangled VINES, aud wildwood flowers and
moss covered logs. and cool gravtIlcd spring.
aud all the u"cultured beauties oi'ny forest
home D ats fermea ltfle vale ~ our garden
that had been left TO the care OF Natures
own hand, and in which had spent days o.
happiness. Aud then | led her along the
|
shrubbery OF my mothers home Tor here sh,
nursed the delicious hours of morning anc
evening, as God nursed the flowers aud bird
around her. And together Lucy and wa
tered the plants. and coaxed from them thti
perfumes. and trained the cypress vine il
many wild dance, and fed the chlrpinC birds
which. precious spirits. soon thought Lucy
one of themselves, and loved her dearly as ;
sister spirit OF the air Now they only love,
me, the little rogues! because fed them; bu
it was an instinct with them to love nv cous
IN, as if, angels of the sky, they had already
claimed her as one oftheir own. But every
thing and every body seemed to love Lucy
There was Bobby. my pet squirrel who fec
from Kate Mowbra and Lib Leeds till then
merry laughs could scarcely catch him, anC
wouldnot, for his bushy all have allowed then
to lay and on his sleek coat. He nibbleC
Lucy's rose tinted fingers the first time they
dared peril themselves in his grasp and leapet
in moment afterwnrd upon her shoulder. as
he had never seen me In the world nor cared al
acorn for my jealousy. And even Fanny m,
dear pet lamb. almost angered me against my
cousin, by leaving its usual place at my side
aud circling around Lucy, nearer and nearer
till is white coat rubbed against the soft fold
ot her dress, and It's rosy tongue touched he
thin white fingers; nor would the treacherou
wretch deign a look at me the whole day
All, Fanny shall ever bless you for that. 70
you brought forth then the first smile | hat
yet seen on cousin Lucy's lips And my
kitten. my spaniel, and even old Tahby her
self, who had been trownng indignation 70
; the last five years on every living thing. no
part and parcel of our house, all humble,
themselves TO ask Lucy's favor. Even oil
Sally. the housekeeper, who had exercised
: despotic sway over every body about tn
/ mansion, and whose authority mother nor
: ever thought OF dis putlng, would nave got Of
her knees to perform Il gracious act for i" boo
Lucy, aS she called her.
You must not think this bewtching infu
ence was lost Oh me. | loved her as a dea
sister. " It'll her | cried as heartily as if he
sOrrOws were my OWL and then laughed Il
ny :, Ii so merrily for my tooIisIneSs, that 70
+ The life of her she could not resist the iuhu
/ encr and then we laughed together. love,
my PETS dpuhly, tom ne hour Fanny brourl
he tirSr holy stuIe 10 Lucy S lips.
Il Inc heaviest sorrows D,core light in tn
, i%i;;gght OF time. and Lucy eventually recovere
!, ier cherriulheSS Yet SON, thiag else :, Ell
ed To he Shadowny her heart. The M NOR
"fher mother WIS present us ever hu miIgl'
with it-or Father Growing such fl cuo
O rom her hosOn-wcrc other em1,ipuS, eve
lrrpr than these. My laugh o,ce MOI
startled the birds in their cnvert~. and broIy
= any pets to nay side. aud once more, the show
! u rurlS danced ov' my shoulders III vii h
I. rr y as Fanny and romped over the gardr
p. WaS always ii great rohp Mother liz
, ceased S''odnlg me III sheer despair AMI Il
y Whole IL Ehborhond shook their wise h,a,
e is they heard my voice, lar long, Inng sim.
had they given me up as IcorrIgihr Y
q knew rI@ht well they loved me dearly. f
IuVpd Them All and i,,.,,,,t,, -.