The daily crescent. [volume] ([New Orleans, La.]) 1848-1851, 1851-07-29
FIFTEEN. CENTS A
From II Masvsl's 81 Ksvsa~ q Bsshsles."
sssss Early ExaAAelss M
Where are th6v

Wnere are they 80. -.
fcann0t cit now, a. once, upon the edge OF the
brook, hour after hour, hinging of my line and
hook to the nbblinG roach, and reckon 1t great
sport. There % no girl with auburn rnglets TO cit
beside me and play upon the bank. The houn ase
shorer than they .wers then; and the listle joys
fill it no longer. Poor Tray u dead, long ego; and
he cannot swim into the pool. for Aoatins s;!ck..
nor can sport with him hoar after hour. and think
it happiness. The mound that covers his grave i
and mos,y. .IE,s,.is, = ess ..fnifs..
Lite Lilly i gfown into woman and y mar
Iied and she has another little Lilly, with 9azsn
hair, she says-looking - she used 20 look. i dare
say the child 10 pretty bat i is not Lilly. She has
little boy too, that she calls Paula chubby little
rogue-she writes, end sas mischievcus a. ever
was God bless the boy! -,
Ben, who would have liked 2 - In . coach
many rides since then-rough rides, and hard ones,
over the road Of life. he does not rake up the
falling leaves tor bon fires a. ne did once he 10
grown to DO q man, and Il sighting his way some.
where In our Westem world, 10 the short lived
honon OF time. He was married not long ago; his
wife remember a. one Of my playmates II my fnt
sGhooi sne was beautiful, but ffaglle ~ . leaf.
Sne cieo Within year OF their marriage. Ben was
put four yean my senior; bot this grief hiss made
hlm ten years older. He does not say it, but his
eye and hgure tell It. 9. "a
The nurse who put the purse in my hand that
dismal morning, IL grown . feeble old woman. She
was over fity then; she may well be seventy now.
n She dld not know my voice when went 70 her tbe
other day, nor did she know my face At all. She
tepeatsd tne name when told u her-Paul, Paul.
she did not remember any Paul, except little boy
long while ago.
.,.,.!, 10 wnom ypu gave pure when ne went
nnway, ana tol0 MN 70 say noehmg 70 Lilly or to
Benz"
Yes, that Paul, " said the old woman exulting-
ly, do you know him I"
anu wnsh =, 1 'o'o herI"she wonid not have b.
,,svsa h :. II ba. X. sue did ana eeo1 bold Of my
Sana S ega.n, Noi she was ond end i9e9 smootned
IUmn u.,;aa ','e pa.s =! ner apso ko9!so ner
xnh ~ ~ iTVk soy ~ 'ne pIete9oe eeS4*ssnan.
.,d hn ,ha ,ao ,uo LUZ s.o';es ncuse' -
aesIisJ me- % Uao ,J 2 rs =
III ash "A hs, oniv ~ sss ps.,i D.. ~ 49,. q a
" Old nsv%ses and ~, snu w ~. - = y "a a. III y
Sonvwnonr 1sckn and ho,y NJ ss,h.ssd n,,,. ~
Suck bearing n;ls. and hov, ,vs ns.sd ~ NAV q,
and geese through ths lons winter eveninrs: and
how nv poor mother would smiie-but here
asked her 10 atom, She conId not h.vs ZONE on
much longer. for beieve she loved omr ho,,ss and
people beiter Than she loved her own.
As for uncle. the coid ajlent man ubo I;ve3
with his books in The house % on the hill. and who
used to friehten me sometimes with his look, be
grew very feeble after left, and almost craxed
Isabel with her sweet heart clupg to him. and
would lead him out when his step iostered. 10 the
seat in the garden, and read to him of the books
ne ioved TO hear. And sometimes, they told me,
she would read TO him some leten that had writ
ten to Lilly or to Ben. and asked him if he remem.
bered Paul, who saved her from drowning under
the tree in the meadowt Bat be could only shake
nus mead and mutter something about how old and
ies9.e Hs ne nad grown.
they "to'e me aNefwafd ihat ne died, ana was
Eu1lso ~ iaI away psce, wneie ne wiie once
hSeo, ana where ne now sleeps beside her. Isabel
with Iy n n, s s,sa shs .hov zane % I'VE iof m
VIZ" LyS 0us wnen lucy wrote me last, sne nad
gone nack 70 neI ola nome-wnere iny was buried
,hs ia ~ nac p.yeu "sel''e1 ~ oi'en' snfousn
wss sIsS ! T. sho"iJ .-S snd h., thar. wh.n : .
back' I,iv And R.r me-. ho,h s.;rr %.,0, c.'.o
the civ when landed from nv ions ;a.,.ns .
the seas but still went 10 issbei 7Srst' Psrbsns
i had heard M much oftener f,om IL osh..s .h.t
felt less eager 10 zee them or nerlans mad IN
save nv best visits TO he last: or perhans-T diJ
think it)-perhaps loved Isabel better than them
all.
So Invent into the country. thinking Al, The w.v
how she must nave changed slnce leit. She mu.,
be now nineteen or twenty and then her srief
must have saddened her face someuh.t. IN, I
thought l should like her all the batter far that
Then perhaps she would not laugh and tease M.
but would be quieter, and wear sweet smile-so
calm and beautiful, thought. Her figure too must
have. grown more elegant, and she would have
more dignity in her air.
shuddered . little at this for thoueht.-she
will hardly think 80 much OF ne then perbans
she will have seen those whom shs liked great
deal better. Perhaps she win not HE me at ali
yet knew very well that should iike her.
had snna mn alrnnst ~ sk. hs,,... !, E.H