The national era. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1847-1860, 1851-02-27

IN Ipi'y htrchSth Oi paucnt NpmahHeou!
Lowell
Morning was bathing in rosy light the rough
face of Old Kearsage,n when Annie Mansfield
woke up from dream, rs bright and buoyant rs
her own glad girlhood The sun-rays were wink
ing to her through the little white-veiled window,
that had been open TO the breezes all night for
there was nothing to startle even a lonely maiden
from slumber, in that recluse village on the HILL
top. Annie brushed back stray braid that had
fallen over her smiling face, and sprang TO the
window, TO drink in the morning breeze and the
morning beauty. The mountain lay half in
shadow, half in sunlight, like huge Titan, lift
ing his head from the lap of his mother Earth,
to challenge the God ofDay.
An orolc flashed against the muslin curtain, as
she lifted il to peep out then, sweeping up TO
the honey locust bough over her head, shook down
dcw-lrops and snowy blossoms upon her dark
from his golden throat all the while. His mate,
from her swinging hammock of Il nest in near
tree, wsrbled softly in echo.
:" Sing on, birdie and will sing, too p chirp-
ed Annie, joyously, pouring out gay, rich gush
of music from her happy heart.
Put tho few r.s.- ,'',-as7g' ''r
suddenly bent over the windows sill TO reach her
rose bush, her white rose bush, whose first bud
had just opened to the moonbeains Of tho last
night .---.....-,--..--. ---,-,-. -
IOh, how beautiful how fragrant! Pure as
the first snow flake of winter sweet rs the otto
of Persian poets day-dream know how soft
ly dear papa will smile when lay it on his
plate" -
The rosebud WAS remorsely riyen from its
stalk for dear papa" and the white arm drawn
back into the shadowing of the curtain drapery
Annie's face too, grew suddenly Swallowed, even
in the sunshine as if by sad memory or fore
boding while she stood stroking back the soft
| lids of the flower, and looking into its golden,
half-shut eye.
aPapa calls me- his rosebud murmurcd she,
and tear fell sparkling among the fbrils of the
flower "Dear home,n she continued, musiugly,
casting her glance over the Frightening landscape
far below and around her, "dcarer hills-and
dearest heaven that bends so lovingly over it
all then father and mother! can Can i
goa"
Dashing the gathering drops from her eyes,
rousing herself from her reverie, she unbound
and shook down her veil of long dark hair, and
burying her white comb in its wealth, she has
tened to make up for the time lost to her toilette
A calm step stole to her door, and pale face,
encircled by a plain, close cap border, smiled
quietly in upon her.
ooh mamma, come in--good morningW
"So early mp, my lively one7 You went late
to sleep last night. ! heard your feet pattering
softly about, after the first ock-crowing"
oH did not seem so very late, mamma, The
evening sped away like dream, with its lecture
and It's ride home in the silent starlight"
aAnd the leciure-how did you like it but
need not ask you, suppose for You are wild in
Western fancies Your checks are flushed
dear, and your eyes look heavy-did you SLEEP
well7"
"Soundly as a kitten, mamma--and look at my
rose! IL woke while was seeping!
"Well-don't sit in the draught of air to catch
cold | must 20 down to the pantry, but oouldn'
help taking peep 10 upon you first"
@Wjll she ever live without mc I" masel An
mic; and she sighed heavily
Do not mistake, dear young reader. This IL
not I" love story" at all and Annie was no be
one home to blossom in desrer one. II was no
has CLEAN of Destiny that oolored her cheei
and clouled her eye.
Annie tripped nnbly into the breakfast room
TO spread The small table with its brown CLOTH AM
lay tastefuly its simple morning dishes Of toas
and fresh-l.id eggs. She had just added the sbi
ming oolrce-pot to its service when the grave sls
of the clergyman sounded on the stairs, AMI h
entered in his morning gown and slippers.
"God bless you, little daughter u he spos
softly, using the pet name he always loved 10 Civ
his child Of seventeen summers lie lifted he
rose from the cloth with glance full Of sigoiii
canoe, AZ he bent to Kiss her lips.
The rosebud is rent from It's parent stem fol
me, but when will the rosebud Of my heart an'
home be torn awsy2D
oh, father how could you read my hear
soP whispered Annie, timidly and fearful,
glaoeing up
lie was searching her eyes with an earnest
SAL gaze, as though he would road her souls sc
crets
MOI a word more now, daughter be added
IN a low tone, loosing her from his lingering casl
Think well, think praycrfully to-day speak To
morrow ~
Annie's thoughts hid themselves within be
heart until the evening hour Of stiffness an,
then they burned for uttersnce. She sat dow,
TO her meiodeon, whose keys di@ly glitlered /,
the darkcniag twilight, and sang low and trsmu
lously the dear old lay Of" Home Sweet Hone