The Lancaster ledger. [volume] (Lancaster, S.C.) 1852-1905, 1852-02-12
A Fable.

In ancient tunes, when flowers and trees
and tanes were on speaking terms, and all
friendly together, one fine summers day
the sun shone out upon beautiful garden,
where there were all sorts of flowers that
ye could mention, lovely but giddy fairy
went springing about from one to another,
(although no one could sec her because of
the sunlight) as gay as the morning lark.
then says the Fairy to the Rose-"Rose,
If the sun was clouded, and the storm
came on, would We shelter and love me
STILL" "Do you doubt me-" says the
Rose, and reddcned up with anger. Lily"
says the Fairy to another love, "if the sun
was clouded, and the storm came on,
would yc shelter and love me still !"-
"Oh! do you think | could changew says
the Lily, and she grew still paler with sor-
row. Tulip" says the Fairy, ii the sun
was clouded, and the storm came on, would
We shelter and love me still 2" upon
my word," said the Tulip, making very
gentlemanly bow, ye're the very first lady
that ever doubted my constancy." So the
Fairy sported on, joyful to think of her
kind and blooming friends. She reveled
away for time, and then thought of the
pale blue Violet, that was almost covered
with its broad green leaves; and although
it was an old comrade, she might have
forgotten it had it not been for sweet
scent that came up from the modest flow
er. "Oh, Violet" says the Fairy, eff the
sun was clouded, and the storm came ON.
would yc shelter and love me still Z" And
the Violet made answer-"Ye have known
me long, sweet Fairy, and in the first
spring time, when there were but few
other flowers, ye used to. shield from the
cold blast under my leaves now ye've
Almost forgotten me- But lot it pass; try
my truth if you should ever meet with
mistortune--bGC Say nothing"
Well, the Fairy skitted at that, and
clapped her silvery wings, and whisked
singing off on a sunbeam; but she was
hardly gone when black cloud grew up
at the north, and the rain fell in slashines
like hail, and away flies the Fairy to her
friend the Rose. "Now, Rose" says she,
the rain has come, so shelter and loveme
STILL II can hardly shelter my own
buds" said the Rose, but the Lily has
a deep cup" Well' the poor little Fairy's
wings were almost wet through, but she
got to the Lily. Lily" says she, the
storm has come, so shelter and love me
still" Il am sorry says the Lily, "but
1t were to open my cup, the rain would
beat IN like fun, and my seed would be
spoiled-the Tulip has long leaves."-
Well, the Fairy was down-hearted enough,
but she went to the Tulip, who was al
ways thought sweet spoken gentleman.
lie certainly did not look as he had done
in the sun, but she waved her little wand.
and "Tulip," says she, "the rain and storm
are come, and l am very weary, but will
you shelter and love me still :" "Begone,"
said the Tulip, be Off" says he, "a pref
ty pickle | should bein, if 1 let every wan
dering trollop come about me-"
Well. by this time she was very tired,
her wings hung dripping at her back, wet
ndeed-but there was no help for it, and
leaning on her silver wand, she limped off
to the Violet; and the darling little flower
with its blue eye, that's as clear as kit
tens, saw her coming, and never a word
she spoke, but opened her broad green
leaves and took the wild wandering little
creature to her bosom, and dried her wings.
and then breathed her sweetest perfumes
over her, and sheltered her until the storm
was clean gone. Then the humble Violet
spoke and said, "FaTy Queen, it is bad
to fiirt with many, for the love of one true
heart Is enough for earthly woman or fairy
spirit; the old love is better than the cav
compliments of world of flowers, for It
will last when the Others fade away"
And the fairy knew that it was true,
and she contented herself ever after, and
made her downy power under the wide
spreading Violet leaves, that sheltered her
from the rude winters wind and the hot
summers sun, and to this very day the
Fairies love the Violet beds.