Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1854-06-24
miscellaneous.
STORY OF THE DAISY.


stands sunlmerhouse-yOu must certainly have
seen IT.. In front is little garden full Of flowers
inelosed by white palings aud on the bank out
sac the paiings thero grew, amidst the freshest
green grass, a little daisy. The shone as
brighty and warmly upon the daisy as upon the
sPcndid large flowers within the garden, and
therefore It grow hourly 50 that one morning IL
stood fully open, with its DELICATE white cleaning
leaves which like rays, surrounded the little yellow
Gun In the centre.
Itneyer occurred to the little Howrr tba, no one
ew het, hidden as she was among the grass she
was quite contented she turned toward the warm
sun, looked at Il, and listened to the lark who was
singing in the air.
The daisy was as happy as # it were the day
~ some high festival, and yet il was only Monday
Ihe children were at school and while they sat
upon their forms, and learned their lessons, the
little Hover upon her green stalk learned from the
warm sun, and everything around her, bow good
Meanwhile the little lark expressed clearly and
beautifully all she felt in silence And the flower
looked up with sort of reverence to the happy
bird who could not do the same. II can see and
listen, thought she; "the sun shines on me, and
tho wind kisses me- Oh how richly am bless.
ed"
There stood within the palings. several grand
stiH looking flowers tho less fragrance they had
tire more airs they gave themselves. The peonies
PnHed themselves out, in order to make themselves
larger than the roses. The tulips had the gayest
eolors Of all they were perfectly aware Of IT, aud
held themselves as straight as candle. thai thew
might be the better seen.
They took no notice at all Of the little flower
outside the palings, but she looked all the more
upon them, thinking, Glow rich aud beautiful
they areW Yes, that noble bird will surely hy
down and visit them. How happy an | who live
80 near them and can sec their beauty !"
Just ut that moment, "quirrcvit!" the lark aid
fly down; but he came not to the peonies or the
tulips; no, he flew down tu the poor little daisy
in the grass, who almost frightened from pure
joy and knew not what to think, she was SO sur
priscd.
The little bird hoped about, and sung; "Oh |
how softis this grass and what a sweet little !
flower blooms here, with its golden heart aud sill |
YER garment" for the yellow center Of the daisy /
looked like gold, and the little petals around gleam-
ei silver white.
How happy the little daisy was no one can inn
agnc how happy; she looked at the flowers in
the garden they must certainly be aware Of the
honor aud happiness that had been conferred upon
her, they must know how delighted she was, but
the tulips held themselves twice as stiff rs before
End their faces grew quite red with anger: as to
the thick-headed peOnies. il was well that they
could not speak, or the little daisy would have
heard something not very pleasant. The poor lit
tie Hover could see well that they were in an i'll
humor, and she was very much grevei at it,
Soon after, girl came into the garden, with a
knife sharp and bright; she went up to the tulips
and cut OF one after another. ugh! this is hor-
rible" sighed the daisy; lit is now all over with
them" The girl went with the tulips. How glad
was the daisy thai grew in the grass outside Of the
palings, and was despised little flower! She
really felt thankful; and when the sun had set
she folded her leaves, went to Sleep and dreamed |
all night Of the sun and the beautiful bird.
The next morning when our little flower, fresh |
and cheerful again spread out all her white leaves
IN the bright sunshine and clear blue air. she heard
the voice OF the bird but ho sung so mournfully.
Alas the poor lark had good reason for sorrow
ne had been caught aud put into a cage close by
the open window. lie sang of the joys Of free
and unrestrained fight he sang Of the Young
green corn in the fields, and of the pleasure OF
being borne up by his wings in the open air. The
poor bird was certainly very unhappy; he sat
prisoner in his narrow cage!
The little daisy would willingly have helped
him, but how could she? All, thaI she knew not,
she quite forgot how beautiful was all around her.
how warmly the sun shone, how pretty and white
were her leaves. Alas she could only think of the
imprisoned bird, whom it was not in her power to
help All at once, two little boys came out of the
garden one OF them had knife in his hand as
large and as sharp as that with which the girl had
Gu; the tulips. They went up straight to the lit
tic dasywho could not imagine what they wanted.
Here we can cut a nice piece Of turf for the
lark" said one Of the boys and he began to cut
deep all round the daisy, leaving her in the cen
tor.
Tear out the flower" said the other boy; and
the little daisy trembed all over for fear: for she
knew that if she were torn out he would die, and
G, uu
into the cage with the imprisoned lark.
40 leave K alone, il looks so pretty :" and so
At was left alone. and was put into the lark's
cage.
But the poor bird loudly lamented the loss Of
freedom and beats his wings against the iron bars
Of his cage; and the little flower could not saw a
single word of comfort to him, much as she wished
10 90 SO.
Thus passed the whole morning
There is no water hcrel" sang the captive lark;
They have all, all gone out and forgotten me not
a drop OF water to drink my throat is dry and
burning there is fire and ice within me- and the
air is 50 heavy! alas must die, must leave the
warm sunshine, the fresh trees and all the beaut-
fui things which God has created!"
And then he pierced his beak into the cool grass,
in order TO refresh himself, n little-and his eye
fell upon the daisy, and the bird bowed 10 her and
said, Thou, too, wilt wither here thou poor little
fower! They have given thee and the piece Of
greea around thee, instead of the whole world
which possessed before Every little blade of
grass, is to me green tree, thy every white petal
fragrant flower! Alas! thou only remindest me
ofwhat have lost"
"Oh! that could comfort him !' thought the
daisy but she could not move single petal vet
the fragrance which came from her delicate bios.
som, was stronger than is usual with this flower:
the bird noticed il, and although painting with
thirst he tore the green blades in very anguish he
did not touch the flower IL was evening and vet
no one came to bring the poor bird drop of water;
he streached out his slender wings aud snook them
eonvulsively, his song mournful wall his /
little head bent toward the flower, and the birds
heart broke from thirst and desire. The flower
could not now as on the preceding evening" fold
sogether her leaves and sleep. sad aud sick she
dropped to the ground.
The boys did not come till next morning; and
when they saw the bird was dead, they wept bit
teriy. They dug pretty grave, which they adorn-
ed with petals the birds corpse was put in
pretty red box; royalty was the poor bird buried
while he yet lived and sang they forgot him, left
him suffering in his cage and now he is highly
honored and bitterly bewailed.
Bot the piece Of turf with the daisy in il was
thrown out into the street; no one thought Of her