Washington telegraph., 1853-02-16
The TransDlanted Lilly.
BY FANNY FERN.

NAAONN@ NNiAN AAAOAs'S
each was little homeless, houseless orphan,
taken in for shelter Miss Betsy" had
been the rounds, and seen each little head
duly deposited on its pillow. A very nice.
particular, proper person, was Miss Betsy!
The Board Of Directors said so, and Miss
Betsey thought 50 herself. Her hair was
as smooth as her tongue and her kerchef
starched as stiff as her manners. Not one
Of those little vagrant hands would have
thought of touching that immaculate calico
dress She had heard them ali say their
prayers listened at the door to see if any Of
them dared to break the rule that forbade
their speaking, and went down to comfort
able dish of tea and hot buttered mullins,
satisfied that she had ministered to every
want of their childish natures, temporal and
spiritual. Blind Miss Betsy! There are
depths even in a childs soul yours cannot
fathomi
A little head is cautiously raised from its
pillow. The eyes that look slowly around
upon those sleeping forms are large and
dark and sorrowful. Hot tears fall thick
and fast upon the clasped hands. Mother
Mother" is wrung from little heart too
young to bear its weight of grief unshared;
and the little head falls back again in help
less, hopeless misery, on the pillow Lily
closes ber eyes, but she is not asleep No
no. She sees form languid and emaciated
stretched upon dying bed /; she feels the
soft touch OF dear hand on her forehead :;
large mournful eyes follow,-follow,- follow
her, sleeping or waking. A sweet low voice
fingers ever in her ear-"God protect my
orphan child.''
Miss Betsy has told Lily that He has
done lt-that she ought to be very thankful
she Is IN such a nice insttution that if she
is good, she shall live out to service some
day, with good lady and Lily pushes
back the thick hair with her delicate hand
and wonders what going cut to service"
means and Miss Betsy takes the long curls
she has clipped from her head and throws
them out at the window and asks her if
sic is not grateful she has such kind friend
rs herself' and Lily tries to swallow great
lump in her throat that seems like to choke
her, and says, Yes ma am" while she for
ce5 back to their source the large tears that
are gathering under her eyelds. Then
she looks at the unbending, prim figure of
Miss Betsy, and wonders was she ever
little girl! and did her mother ever die, and
leave her alt aione2 and she feels as if she
must throw herself on somebody's neck and
ask them to love her. And then she looks
again at Miss Betsy, bat the quick instinct
OF childhood says-"No no. not there"
and then she wonders what makes all the
children there seem Ike ;groDn people, and
why they tremble if they tumble down or
drop book by accident and why they eat
less and less every day Of their little soup
dinners, and what makes her head so dizzy
when she tries to knit; and then she won
ders If Heaven is great way of, and how
long it will be before she gets there and
then her overcharged heart can restrain it.
self no longer amid those voiceless, silent
sleepers, but finds vent IN a long, long bitter
cry Of anguish
Miss Betsy comes up, and tells her
she is very naughty to break the rules
and Lily says, amid her sobs, that she wants
to 60 to heaven with her mammal" and Miss
Betsy asks, .'if mamma belonged to the
church," and Lily thinks not;;' and Miss
Betsy shakes her head doubtfully-telIs
her she hopes she will be better than her
mother; advises her to say her prayers"
and goes down again to her buttered muf-
fins.
"Tm tired of life, Mary" said the elc-
giant widow Gray. Pm sick of its hollow
ness and insincerity. owe all my friends,
save yourself, to the accidents of wealth
and position. IF heaven had only blessed
me with children Could [ find one to nv
mind, I'd adopt it o-morrow-but it must
be poetical child, Mary; little, fragile,
delicate, spiritual blossom Wouldn't it be
a JOY to watch such mind unfold itself?
to listen to all its 2aigcte, original sayings,
and teach it to love me as only such child
can love? Where's my bonnet? Im off
to the-Asylum. That imaginary child
of mine must have its human counterpart
somewhere
Stay said her thoughtful friend
"Such child as you speak of, should YOU
find it, requires skillful training. No care
less, unpracticed hand should sweep SO del
icate a harp. 4 heart with such capacity
to love as you look for, has capacity equal
ly intense for suffering. When you have
trained her to habits of luxury, and refined
her tastes, should you weary Of your charge.
and allow her to fall back upon the guardi-
anship of the rough and coarse, and unfeel-
ing, who would consider her superiority only
fit mark for the brutal sneer of coarse jest
-spiteful, because so far beneath her-what
them"
ooh, don't preach, Mary. Sufficient un-
to the day, &c. Where's my hat and
shawl" said the impulsive woman
This is our school-room, Mrs. Gray"
said Miss Retsv uTbo ob;lJro-, 49,, Ill