New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1851-01-18

II they had been spoken IN the very parior, Wnere
The mother sat. D, how delightfully."- those words
echoed in her heart, even though they meant
nothing SO very wise or wonderful, after all
Bat, you must know, q mother listens with her
heart much more than with her ears; and thus
she is often delighted with the trils Of celestial
music, when other people can hear nothing oil the
kind.
"Peony, Peony y cried Violet to her brother,
who had gone TO another part OF the garden
bring me some Of that fresh snow, Peony, from
the very furthest corner, where we have not been
tramplng. ! want it 10 shape our little snow-sls-
ter's bosom with You know that part must be
quite pure-just as it came out Of the sky J.
Here it is, Violetl' answered Peony, in his
buff tone-but q very sweet tone, too-as ne
came houndering through the halfuodden drifts
Here is the snow for her little bosom. ., Nlo-
let how beautiful she begins 70 look y
ayes" said Violet, thoughtfuly and quietly
"our snow sister does look very lovely did not
quite know, Peony, that we could make soch
sweet little girl as this"
The mother as she listened, thought how ut
and delightful an incident it would be, II falres,
or still better if angel children were 10 come from
Paradise, and play invsibly with her own darlngs,
and help them to make their COMMUNICATING
il the features of celestial babyhood! Violet and
Peony would not be aware Of their immortal play
mates-only they would see that the image grew
very beautiful, while they worked at 1t, and would
think that they themselves had done it all.
"My little girl and boy deserve sach plsymstes'
IL mortal children ever die" said the mother 70
herself and then she smiled again at her own
motherly pride
Nevertheless, the idea seized upon her imagin-
alton; and, ever and anon she took glimpse out
Of the window, half dreaming that she might see
the goldenhsired children Of Paradise, sporting
with her own golden haired Violet and bright
checked Peony.
Now, for few moments there was a busy and
earnest but indistnct hum of two chLdrens
voices, as Violet and Peony wrought together
with one happy consent Violet still seemed to
be the guiding spirit; while Peony acted rather
as a laborer and brought her snow from far and
near And vet the little urchin evidently had
proper understanding of the matter too!
"PeOny, Peony" cried Violet for her brother
was again at the other side of the garden Bring
me those light wreatbs of snow that have rested
on the lower branches Of the pear tree. You can
Chamber on the snow drift Peony, and reach them
easilv | must have them TO make some ringlets
for our snow sisters head "
"Here they are Violet" answered the little
boy. take care you do not break them. Well
done well donel How prettyP'
"Does she not look sweetly?" said Violet, with
very satisfied tone "and now we must have
some little shining bits of ice, to make the bright
ness of her eyes. She is not finished yet. Mamma
will see how very beautiful she is but papa will
say flush nonsense come in out Of the cold D."
"Let us call mamma to look out, said Peonyi
and then be shouted Justify. mammal mammal
mamma!l Look out and see what a nice title
girl we are making! %
The mother put down her work, for an instant
and looked out of the window But it so hap
pened that the sun-for this was one of the short
est days Of the whole year-had sunken so nearly
to the edge Of the world, that his setting shine
came obliquey into the lady's eyes. SO she was
dazzed, you must understand and could not very
distinctly observe what was in the garden Still,
however, through all that bright, binding dazzle
of the sun and the new snow, she beheld e small
white figure in the garden. that seemed to have
wonderful deal of human likeness about 1t. And
she saw Violet and Peony--indeed, she looked
more at them than at the image-she saw the
two children still at work PeoDy bringing fresh
snow, and Violet applying it to the figure, as
scientifically as a sculptor adds clay to his model.
Indistinctly as she discerned the snowchild the
mother thought TO herself that never before was
there a snow figure so cunningly made, nor ever
such dear little girl and boy to make it.
"They do everything better than other chill
dren," said she, very complacently. Then no
wonder they make better snow-images"
She sat down again to her work, and made as
much haste with it as possible; because twilight
would soon come, and Peony's trock was not yet
finished and grandfather was expected, by rail
road, pretty early in the morning. Faster and
faster, therefore, went her flying fingers. The
children, likewise kept busily at work in the gar
could catch a word She was amused to observe
how their little imaginations had got mixed up
with what they were doing, and were carried
away by it. They seemed positively to think that
the snow-child would run about and play with
them.
"Wbat a nice playmate she win be for us, all
Winter long !" said Violet. 81 hope papa will
not be afraid of her giving us a cold Shant you
love her dearly, PeonyY"
30, yesw cried Peony. "And | will hug her,
or1 eba hill oit or bu mo md driU
some Of my warm milk
30 no. Peony" answered Violet with grave
wisdom "That will not do at all. Warm milk
will not be wholesome for our little snow sister.
Little snow-people, like her, eat nothing but
icicles. No, no, Peonyi-we must not give her
anything warm TO drink
There was minute or two Of silence for Peo-
n.y. whose short legs were never weary, had gone
on pilgrimage again to the other side Of the gar
den. All of sudden, Violet cried out loudly
and joyfully;
"Look here, Peony Come quickly light
has been shining on her cheek out Of that rose
colored cloud and the color does not go away
Is not that beautiful"
Eyes; it is beautiful" answered Peony, pro-
nouncing the three syllRbles with deliberate accu-
rscy "Oh, Violet, only look at her hair! 1t is
all ike gold"
"Oh, certainly" said Violet, with tranquility,
as If it were very much a matter OF oourse.-
"That color, you know, comes from the golden
clouds, that we see up there in the sky She is
almost finished now. But her lips must be made
very red-redder than her cheeks. Perhaps, Peo-
ny, it will make them red, if We both kiss them
Accordingly, the mother heard two smart little
smacks, as If both her children were kissing the
snow.image on its frozen mouth But, as this did
not seem to make the lips quite red enough, VIC
let next proposed that the snow-child shORd be
invited to kiss Peony S scarlet cheek.
Come, title snow sister, kiss me-! cried
Peony
There She has kissed you," added Violet
"and now her lips are very red. And she blushed
little, too %
40, what cold kiss :" cried PeoHy.
Just then, there came breeze of the pure west
wind sweeping through the garden and rafting
tina naYlor vvindows liz sounded so Wintrv cold