The Ohio star. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1830-1854, 1853-03-02

inyolun.alily stopped and assumed the attitude of
listeners. There on The green turf, chattering
merriy, and aImostbur in flowers, sat two lit
tie gis, perhaps ten years of age making wreaths
and chains of iessamine, which ever and anon they
held tiumphanIly in the air, while clear Ginning
laughs broke forth from rosy lips and echoed
through the winding walks. ~
AS they sat, they appeared of nearly equal height,
and their faces were not unlike. Both were clear
bruuettes the eyes of each were large and black.
and in their jety depths lay but half concealed the
.softened fire. which seems the peculiar gift of
southern sun /; aud about both flo tied, ike mid
night cloud rich masses of ripping silky hair. They
were dressed simply in white with plaid sashes of
brilliant color,-yet upon second glance there
was not that resemblance which might character
ize them as sisters. Their faces. though both
beautiful, were different in expression and on the
forehead ofone there trembed strange rare light,
if in her sleep angel eyes loved to rest there,
and angel lips pressed kisse., whose radiant i'm
press departed not.
Look-look! I" exclaimed the child, pressing
the fairy wreath she had jnst woven, upon her
head and springing 10 her feet; 'mine is finished
too at last and tow sweet it is ;-only oJk. please,
Miss Constance
6 Yes, Angy, it's perfect Jeaufy;" answered
the other, and then suddenly added;
+" But oh, pet, why didn't ynu sit still See.
It's all falling TO p:eces!" +" The disappointed little
one ceased her playful movements, aud raised her
hands cautiously toward her head but too late:
the bright circet like many a costlier one before
it, was destined to crumble and fall; and very
mournfully locked the little discrowned beauty,
as che watched the tiny buds and blossoms rain
ing down upon her neck, arms, and dress. When
all were gone she threw herself upon the grass
beside her playul with quvering lips but tear
less eyes.
Don't fret, AngeIique." said her companion
sooihipgly, {" Ill help you make another"
No, no." replied The other, every thing
have that is beautiful, and everything love and
want to Keep always dies or breaks to pieces. Ta
mGfe no more ,0reaLhs,''
Little Angelique bad never read Moore's ex-
qusite lament of the Persian girl, but the wall of
bereavement is the same in rll chimes and ages.
:" d-broken-lost--dead!
" Your wreath WASN'T made well,-thafs very
plain Angy;'' presently remarked The philo
SopIlic Iittio WHOSE HdIH0 was Constance
:. Let mo show you how I do.''
But her pupil paid little attention. "What is
the reason all my things come to such sad ends
Can you guess, Constance? You know how my
beautiful got broken, and my squirrel was
shot and then that dear little canary :-he sung
go mournfuly whole week before we found him
eead in his cnge! -
..Oh nonsense pet. One of my brides died
too; but we can have more, you know. And as
| for the morrdful singng-nobody heard it but you.
Mamma said it m ust have got poisoned way p
All An e e! Il nes1s but little OF diyina IN, to
read in those deep prophetic eyes, that thy desti-
ny is to hear notes of joy aud walls of mourning.
where 10 other ears all is silence to see in earth's
eommonest things beauty aud significance, to
which those about thee sail be strangers Ra-
diant child of gerius thou art, fearful and
mournful gift is thine fear ful and mournful even
to those fer whom life orens with sunshine and
1 gladness; but for thee, chattel, thing,-the
creature of anothel's will-what can it bring thee
but misery, despair and Death?
A movement of the branches caused the chill
dren TO start from their couch of verdure; and
seeing stranger, they joined hands, and tripped
away to another part of tho garden
i To be Continued.