New Orleans daily crescent. [volume] ([New Orleans, La.]) 1851-1866, 1852-02-11

Thousand flowers; the heart as it gains in
age, loses freshness, but wins breadth.
- Throw pebble into the brook at its
source and the agitation is terrible, and the
ripples chafe mad1y their narrowed banks !:
thfo" IN peppte, when the brook has become
n rlyer and you see q few circles widening. and
widening, until they are lost IN tife gentle.
1 every day murmur Of it's life!
You draw yGrir hat over your eyes, as you
walk toward the familiar door the ward ia
silent; the night is falling gloornily: a few
katydids are crying in the trees The mothers
window, where-;at such a season as this it was
her custom to sit watching your play, is shut !;
| and the blinds are closed over it. The honey
suckie which grew over the window, and which
she loved so much, has flung out its branches
earelessly and the spiders have hung their
foul nets upon its tendrils.
1 And she, who made that home 50 dear to your
boyhood---so real to your after years standing
amid all the flights Of your youthful ambition,
and your paltry cares (tor they seem paltry
now and your doubts, and anxieties, and weak
ness Of heart, like the light Of your hope
burning ever there under the shadow Of the
| syeamores-a holy beacon, by whose guidance
you always came to a sweet haven, and to a re-
| fuge from all your toils-is gone-gone forever !!
| The father is there indeed beloved, respected,
esteemed; but the boyish heart, whose old life
| is now reviving, leans more readily, and more
kindly into that void, where once beat the heart
| OF mother -fs-
| Nelly is there ;-cherished now with all the
addea love that is stricken off from her who has
| left you forever. Nelly meets you at the door.
-" Clarence -
| 5---ss Nelly!" -.
! There are no other words; but you feel her
tears, as the kiss Of welcome is given. With
your hand joined in hers, you walk down the
hall, into the old, familiar roorn--not with the
jaunty, college step--not with any presumption
on Your daWnlng manhood--oil, no--nothing Of
TINS. ss5}a7 .a@
Quietly, meekly, feehng your whole heart
shattered, and your mind feeble as q boy 3, and
your purposes nothng, ana worse than nothing
With only one proud feelIng, you ling your arm
around the form Of that gentle sister-the pride
OF proteetor-6he feenng-ss Will care for you
now, dear Nelly - thatls all And even that,
proud as II Is. brings weakness 7. go.
iou SIT down together on the lounge; Nelly
bufles her race IN her hands, sobblng.
6 Dear Nelly" and your arm clasps her more
| fondiy. s
There is cricket ID the corner OF the room,
chnping very. loudly II seems as if nothing
else were IIy1ng-0nly Nelly, Clarence, and noisy
cricket. your eyes fall On the CHAIR where she
used to sit; it is drawn up with the same care as
ever, beside the hre. A H. a
ss am 50 glad TO see you, Clarence" says
Nelly, recovering herself; and there is q sweet,
| sad smile now. And sitting there beside you,
she tells you Of 1t all !; Of the day, and Of the
hour; and how she looked, and of her last
prayer, and how happy she was,
| ss And did she leave no message for rae, Nell
| ay is5siv -
| ~ Net 10 forgot us, Clarence hut van ee1Id
not Pr aas4
- Thank you. Nelly. and was thera nothing