The Jackson standard. [volume] (Jackson C.H., Ohio) 1847-1888, 1854-10-05
From the Yanke. Blade.
HOME SETCuES.
Bye Z. X.

'Ifthose plants we're only out Of the
way! Oh, dear! / wish there was not a
plant in the house,
Jessie 1cas in per;--such frown a.
wrinkled her brow --such a pout as
curIed her lips -->uch a vexed impatient
tone Of voice! Mother ard Aunt Patty
looked up surprised. There she sal by
the study tab'e. with her writing desk
open before her, and eyes tistend on the
flower stand that stood at the end win.
dow, and kept the light from her paper.
One can't sec,' sne continued. with
all those miserable little things monopo-
Using the sun>hne;--such short after.
moons, TOO Oh. dear T.
Here Aunt Patty Interrupted.
you are rather out Of sorts, said she,
the plants are very pretty in the house,
when the ground is covered with snow
Yes chimed in R-who had been
in the entry and heard it all. coming for
ward now, and standing near the window
and there was never woman of taste
and refinement who did not love flowers.
and | am sure you have nothing 10
do with them continued Aunt Patty by
way Of parenthesis.
And ! never wish to have muttered
our Jessie.
Then you are not true woman, and
pity YOU, concluded R taking up a
stray slip Of verbena, and training it over
the small terils.
Thank you, both for your complaint,
and your pity,-your traakness is always
commendable, and Jessie, as she re-
sumed her writing.
After all no one knew Jessie so well as
Il not even our mother.
Half mile away from our pleasant
sitting room, my thoughts flew to a small
poorly furnished ap,tment, where little
lame boy sat day after day, all through
the Spring and Summer time, suffering
patiently while his cheek pa!ed, and his
small voice grew weak. lie could have
told Aunt Patty, how a tair-haired
girl brought blossoms ia the early Spring
and laid them in his hand; and how as
Summer came on, she filled a pretty
white vase with roses, and placed it on
the stand beside, him; and then as Sum.
mer waned, and the leaves grew bright /
pretty geranium full of delicate buds
aud blossoms. to keep beautiful thoughts
in his heart. and remind him Of the bIes
sed land where no blight touches the
flowers.
All this he could have told them, and
while his large, sad eyes Frightened with /
something akin to smile, his white,
painted lips might whisper, Dear Miss /
Jessie =
Meanwhile Jessie's pen flew, and each
moment deeper flush came to her cheek.
'There' she exclaimed after half an
hours silence. tossing the paper over to
R do allow me 10 retrieve my
character.
The child must have been excited 10
do that.-she who never shows scrap
of her poetry even 10 me, without blush
ing.
But here is what she had written for
R, and Aunt Patty.
| love the flowers-the beautiful flowers,
That spring in the shady glen;
That open theire eyes to Heavens pure light,
Away from the haunts Of men.
| love the flowers in the dim, old wood,
Where the solemn shadows fall
They lift my heart from the dagkcnd earth
To Him who made them all
| love the flowers that edge the brook,
When it laughs in summer glce;
And flowers that gem each quiet nook,
Are beautiful to me.
Ilove tue flowcrs---the roadside flowers,
They are free alike to all;
And on manya weak and troubled one,
Like blessing from Heaven they fall.
love the fowcrs--the fragile flovecs |
That blossom with the April sum-
And fade when the heat Of the day comes on,
Their humble mission done.
But my heart is shut to the trained flowers,
That pant in the heated room,--
In narrow homes Of painted clay,
With little Of beauty or bloom.
They sicken, they weep for the breath Of heaven,
Its sunshine, and its showers;
0! give to their parents, the Air, and Earth,
Gagged birds and prisoned flower.
t~To SEE wasp wasted young lady
in rinpets aud an abundance OF fiounces
gracefully sail to the head OF the table
9th a voice as angelic as tenor flute,
call 10 the waiter for plate of cold pork |
and beans, is the most trying thing ro-
nance can encounter.
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