The Port Gibson reveille. (Port Gibson, Miss.) 185?-1857, 1854-01-18
MISCELLANEOUS.
From the cayuea Chief
Fanny Fern.

Who Is Fanny Fern 2" i the question
,.sal IN every circle where her name has
IN heard. That the name is a n0m ds
time. m agree. She writes behind cur
sn. But tie very mystery which wraps
III, new candidate for public favor, whose
f,pe + cone up like a rocket, but not like
bat +, die out, lingering fixed star Of the
fmamcnt, gives everything relating to her
history. real name or whereabouts, most In
i.n.s interest. At the watering places, on
s.,mLoats or ears. the fashionable circle, or
taere warm and true hearts gather IN the Tar
.,lni enntry home, that enquiry Is put with
..i.mini.hel cagerness. The calculating
a.iue,, man IN his evening gown and slip
lers. tie b,ieweled LADY,. who floats worth.
- babble on the tide of wealth the old
bachelor ami maid, who turn from gray hairs
al wrinkles. and live and love in the past
ID laborer at his humble iireslde-all listen
b the faintest whisperings Of these Wonderous
Z Fern Leaves aud wonder who she IS
The drawing miss, who gormandlzes upon
Yellow covered trash. tosses the last one upon
lie table 70 read Fanny" The poor wash
frgoman, even. turns from her toll 10 weep
yer those thrillingy condensed pictures oi
wrong and heroic suffering among the untor-
innate lowly. Al laugh and weep, as hu-
naniiy, IN sorrowing or ludicrous garb, sweeps
With life.like reality before the eye while
opprc,.ion and wrong writhe transiixcd with
arbs keen a. Damascus blades, and quiyer-
ng to the feather ID the victim, though sped
y female hand.
We arc not enthusiastic. The first Fern
Leaves which came rustling at our feet, gave |
70. 10 Us the wall Of a spirit which had SUI,
irel. Our strong sympathies were aroused
i one whose weired pencil could bring such /
aleuse pictures Of life's struggles before the
BE in their startling reality. Scornlng that
.terary scycopancy which ever heaps its full
sma tribute upon the altar Of her fame, We
an look back 10 the time when the corner
lone was yet in the quarry, aud ourseii
tlend Of the daring unknown. As We learn
q her history and her worth. We learned to
he her as We would a sister whose heart oi
iuih and more than heroic struggling win
.ihealiics, has triumphed aud single handed
ger them All.
The popular heart has its favorites IL
Is bot always wait for critics TO write "pass-
De- On their deeds Of fame. They arise,
p by one common impulse crown those
Ion they love. The growing Cerebuses
he temple entrance, may watch with dig-
led stcrnness the hesitating footsteps Of an-
ious pilgrims but when the honest heart
the mass is touched BY the fiery heat ot
.enry Peter the Hermet, or haltinsPirea
an Of Arc, there Is a rep ,nsiye throb which
once places the bold and adventurous loot
iau ile pedestal which years Of toll may
~'eF reach.
iou promise never 10 tell living soul II
lell you WHO is Fanny Fern =
No never will, as true as We lvc-neyer
lhs world do tell Us right oh--oh, DO
zen did you see her p
Wen tell you. A few weeks ago, we
e travelling between Utica and Rome
ppng at the latter place
lou saw her on the cars. then :"
DON'T interrupt us. AZ the latter place.
1sas lliile picture Of woman came aboard
y 3ok her seat quietly ahead Of Us, WIN
" children in company, and tidy little
sls upon her arm Hcr----" It was
IVY then !'-Her eyes were Of beautl-
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