The Davenport gazette. [volume] (Davenport, Scott Co., Iowa) 1841-185?, 1851-09-25

e you thus far"
: Susan cast triumphant glance at Fan
s ny, and remarked, "Yon have some beau
1tiful flowers there, Mr.. N"
: "Yes, Susan," lie replied; "my wife cul
!, tiva.es them, and lam now taking these Il
+ old Auut Harding, who will soon 60 where
J flowers purer and sweetcr than these bloom
I whose beauty will never fade. And" con
tinned he, as we quietly walked near hiT
t to hear his remarks, "ihe fragran, flowers
s and delicious fruits that our Heavenly
Father in bis works of nature SO properly
5 bestows upon us, should often lead our
] minds to be grateful for The mercies we re,
J ceive; and as they pass away TO again re-
: turn ia their season, SO should we recolleci
that ue must pass away to return forever
to the God who gave U.s."
: As We reached Aunt Nabby's door. he
, bade Us adieu, .sDo not, my young friends
J forget to bring some Of your nice berries as
, you return to the aged lone one, who pro
badly in her own bright youth, once picked
them in the same spot to which YOU arc
, bound"
"Why. Julia" said Fanny" what uoula
Aunt Priscilla have said to have seen
Mary's minister heading party Of Bloom
J ers? Her propriety would have had fits
for month, 10 be sure. Bat do you not like
Mr.. N? How beautifully he speaks
, and then he has so elevated coante-
nance.
Il admire himm warmly replied Julia
, ''and | only wish our minister was more
D like him; he never spoke TO Us about the
| flowers in Paradise;' but it seems thai
after he has read sermon twice on Sunday
E his religion is over for the rest ofihe week.
"Mr. N is" observed, s'ever striv.
ing to elevate our minds from the fo'lies ol
earth TO more spiritual frame; and even
when he enters int orr gayeties at times,
, he is moi different Would yoa believe il
he will look with pleasure on our little so
! caI dances, aud then talk TO us in the same
! winning way. That is why we all love
him so well, believe"
, a few hours passed quickly, and we re-
. turned 10 the village laden with s,rawber
, ries, not forgetting Aunt Nabby or sour
I minister either, for NO left al bis door a
goodlv share, whilst his wife, ms-h a"n sctf
, inspected, without horror, our costumes
: One bv one, we bade adicu TO our compan
. ions as they reached their respective homes
: and walked wearily towards my own home
! when, who should be standing on the pi.
aZZa in front OF the house, but my father
0 and Leside him Mr.. Slanly! Fanny wa.
e il advance, and for an instant she stood as
4 if rooted to the spot, whist the bright
!, blood mounted in torrents to her temples
but as her father exclaimed, "Fanny my
$ chiid!' with cry Of j,y she threw down
Q her basket, scattering its contents on the
ground, and rushed into his arms, sobbing
on his neck.
), julia stood erect, plle as ashes, her hant
: pressed tightly over her heart. but moved
not an inch. Like statue stood her prone
5 form, as she gazed upon her paren, bending
over her weeping sister; but when the old
! man advancing towards her in \ voice
e cboked with emotion, cried, .'Julia, M
daughter, will yoatoo, not fargiye your old
D father, and return TO bis arms ?"-when, !
say, she saw her fathers tears, and heard
his words, her pride was humb!ed, aud her
D strength, too. for her eyes closed, she stag
, gered, and would have fallen, had not he
caught her in his arms.
: But she rallied again quickly, and the
old gentleman ndded, as he led his daugh-
; iers towards the house,
; "Comc back girls, and make me happy
, again, and l''ll try never to be such an old
brute Of father again! Wear your Boomer
breeches us much as you please, and it YOU
want any more, why you may have mine
expect You will crow well AT the triumph
YOU have obtained; bu, don't care, Sc
that you only bless me with your love once
, more"
"Say no more about il, father; let the
, past be forgotten" said Julia; 1--WE ought
to have consulted you about" but at this
moment out rushed Frank from the house,
who hnd remained concea'ed spectator SO
far, and seizing, first Fanny and then Julia,
he bestowed sundry Of those dreadful hugs
have before spoken Of, and then, suppose
turning TO give his doar Fanny an extra
embrace, he made mistake, and hugged
somebody else--it would not interest you
10 know who.
Grand times we had the ensuing week,
uCSCI "dS suti htboNu ebi
house before brother Tom and Frank being
the greatest ratt!ehcads amongst ns, though
} Mr.. Stanly and father helped good,
share. Grand excursions we took and do
believe if Mr.. Stanly could have squeezed
himself into ono of our Boomers, he would
most assuredly have donc so. We had seri-
Gus thoughts Of making him ono.
A week quickly fled, and the SlanlNs :
went home to prepare for "A more extended
journey; but, wonder upon wonders! Aunt
Priscilla had, they soon discovered, man,
nged in their absence, 10 ''catch beau"
lie was Capt. W widower and an
acquaintance Of Mr.. ST anIy, who, in look-
ing round for second partner, had been
, attracted by the smiles and apparent amia-
! bili,y of Aunt Priscilla; and proud enough
was she OF her lover.
Frank and bis sisters werehighly amused
at the old maden's airs aud numerous fool
, ish speeches; bnt Frank had no, forgotten
his revenge. He was constantly telling
his aunt how much Capt. W admired
I the new costume, and frequently led him
/; to express bis opinion before her to that
effect. lIo would say TO his aunt, "Wha,