Fremont journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County [Ohio]) 1853-1866, 1853-04-30
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From the True Flag.
One of Fanny Ferns Best,

Une OI Eannny FERNS Best,
Tiny blades Of grass are struggling between
the city's pavements. Fathers and husbands,
signing, look at the tempting shop windows,
dolefully counting the cost ''of spring out
fit" Muffs, and boas and tippets, are among
the things that wsre; and shawls, and "Tal-
mas" and msntles. and little loves Of bon-
nets" reign supreme, though maiden aunts,
and sage mamas, still mutter-"East winds,
east Winds" and choose the SUMMER sidewalk
Housekeepers are making horrible but
necessary Babel, stripping up carpets, and dis
embowelling old closets, chests, and cupboards.
Advertisements already appear in the news
papers, setting forth the superior advantages
Of this or that dog-day retreat. Mrs. Jones
drives Mr.. Jones distracted, at regular hour
every evening, hammerng about "cbange Of
scene, and air." and the "health Of the dear
children" which, translated means quanti-
ty of new bonnets and dresses, and trip to
Saratoga for herself and intimate friend, Miss
Hob-Nob; while Jones takes bis meals at
restaurant-sleeps in the deserted house, sews
on his missing buttons and dickey strings, and
spends his leisure time where Mrs. Jones
don't visit
Spring is coming!
Handsome carriages roll past, freighted with
lovely women, residents of other cities, for an
afternoon drive. Dash on, ladies! You will
scarcely find the environs of Boston surpassed,
wherever you may drive. A thousand pleas
ant surprises await you; lovely winding paths
and pretty cottages, and more ambitious hou'
ses with groups of statuary hidden amid the
foliage. But forget not to visit our sweet Mt.
Auburn. Hush the light laugh and merry
Jest as the gray-haired porter throws wide the
gate for your prancing horses to tread the
hallowed ground The dark old pines throw
out their protecting arms above you, and in
their dense shade. sleep eyes as bright-forms
as lovely as your own-while "the mourners
90 about the streets" Rifle not, with sacri-
ligious hand, the flowers which bloom at the
headstone-tread lightly over the beloved
dust! Each tenanted grave entombs bleed
ing, living hearts; each has its history, which
eternity shall alone reveal
Spring as coming
The city belle looks fresh as new-blown
rose-tossing her bright curls in triumph, al
her faultless costume and beautiful face. Hel
lovers name is Legion-for she hath also gol
den charms! Poor little butterfly bright
but ephemeral! You were made for some
thing better Shake the dust from your earth
stained wings and-soar!
Spring is comingl
From the noisome lanes and alleys of tht
teening city, swarm little children, creeping
forth like insects to bask in Gods sunshine
SO free to aH Squalid, forsaken, neglected
they are yet of those to whom the Smiles
said, "Suffer little children to come unto me.
The disputed crust, the savage curse, the bru
tai blow, their only patrimonyl Ones hear
aches to call THIS childhood! No "spring
no summer, to theml Noisome sights, moi
some sounds. nosome odors! and the lepros
Of sin following them like curse One long
10 fold to the warm heart those little forsake
ones to smooth those matted ringlets, to thro'
| between them and sin the shield of virtue
+, to teach their little lisping lips to say "Ou
! Father"
Spring is coming!
u Yes, its blue skies are over us-its sol
breezes shall fan us-the fragrance of its my
|, lad flowers be waited to US. Its mossy ca
n pet shall be spread for our careless feet-or
anguid limbs shall be laved at its cool fou,
y tains-its luscious fruits shall send healt
e through our leaping veins-while from mouI
y tain top, and wooded hill, and flower -wreathe
valley, shall float one glad anthem Of prai:
,r from tniest feathered throats.
p. Dear reader! From that human heart
If thine shall no burst of grateful thanks arise
Him who giveth to all? While nature ador
shall man be dumb? God forbid
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