The Port Gibson reveille. (Port Gibson, Miss.) 185?-1857, 1854-01-18

laughter. We remained in our seat. Save
oursclf and an lrishman, all had left. Z" An
| will lie aither seeing the likes Of her. too.
for she is a swate woman, sure !" ana out
wen his huge brogans The divine Fanny
was evidently embarrassed, as well as indig-
nant, at the notoricty she had attracted, aud
her black eye flashed with anger as she re-
treated into the car"
"Smart as steel" remarked a gentleman
in kids but perfect fire piece. no doubt =
But the masses turned a deaf car to these
ungoncrous words, and sided with Fanny"
and those who saw her will probably read
her F." Leaves with deeper interest, and be
proud to tell their friends how they saw Fan
ny Fern " herself
Well there how I should like to have
been there. Did you ask her real name :"
Did not"
why. you said the woman saw her name
on the letter :"
Saw Fanny Fern"
"And dill you not know her other name ?"
Did not
How do you know it was Fanny!"
The women said So"
Oh, gracious Peter you re real mean
SO there You said you would tell who she
was. il we wouldn't tell"
Well, we haynt told all we know. yet =
Now that sounds more Ike it. We know
you can tell us and you must-we're dying
to know all about it.
Here goes, then A home Of luxury, with
every earthly comfort, and nothing which
heart can ask. ever lacking. A husband who
Is the perfection Of manhood in heart aud
form. aud sweet children to ill up the sum Of
unalIoyed domestic happiness. There IS not
a cloud in the sky Of the noble-hearted wife
and mother.
A home Of indigence and want. Death
and misfortune have driven the unprotected
ones out from their Eden, and every hope IS
crushed out Of the aching heart. She clIngs
TO her children with love which no shock |
can sever. and pennless and friendless, kneels |
over their forms while they are struggling
with disease, and weeps and prays, with mer-
ciless hunger tRegWg az her g1taks =
God how bitterly the storm Of adversely has !
swept around the broken home. She who 4
was bred in luxury, can be seen carrying her
wood qcifh her 0lCn hands ap four par n /
stairs. ana bending over her sewing until
the midnight hours have fed by. Her heart
can hone but little under such circumstances.
and when those who once fcasted upon the
bounties Of her better days, shun her rs 2
stranger. She-tcll Of that with tear for
/" Fanny, went hungry that her children
might not want for bread
Can our fair friends dream Of the suffering
the keen agony Of those dark years OF sor-
row? And in that garret which was but
shelter over her head, the mother fought out
the battle Of life with the skeleton Of starva-
tion sitting az her hearth, and exhibited he
roism before which that Of the greatest earth's
conqueror is but phantom. DO We wonder
that she lost faith in humanity-almost IN
God Her wardrobe furnished nothing bet
Ter Than sixpenny calico, aud she washed and
dried her clnldren's clothes while they slum-
bered But we cannot linger where all IS 50
lork-so very dark aud chcerless ln her
own touching language, bowed IN despair
but as / Thought Of my children, sPrang
. mn fcet. and vowed that they should have
-eason to be proud Of their mother"
She turned to her pen. We need not fol-
ow her struggle, or speak Of her triumph
Few men would have persisted IN the lace ot
,,ch obstacles and discouragement as she
,ound IN her path. Some Of them were al
most fiendish in their deliberate crualty.-
rhrouol, drenching storms she carried her ar
;eles 10 the rress. and fed upon the plttance
M received for them. As she SAID when
,nearino Of the matter, with the native hre Of
more than manly energy kindllng ~ her eye
| felt that qc0ukd succeed--and ga sue
.eed." She was determined to win her way
lone. for her cbildren's sake, and TO snow her
ndepeudencc Of those who unnaturally turned
,wav from her il her adversely. Her chill
Iren will b proud Of her, and her alter lie
gilI bo ne nrosperous and enyiablc, as much
4 her past has been sad and unhappy
Those who would then have seen her starVe
n the garrett, now fawn like spanIels ID the
igbt Of the better day." She is the proud
nirited aud injured woman, and turns Win ,
corn from their hollow adulations.
Fanny is 10 the morning Of her fame. Her
ocond series-and other works are IN prog |
80 will show her power TO hold the posi-
i, sbe has won. She cannot forget the
srLness Of the past, but is grateful for the !
,r;gbtness Of the present. Long years Of sut- ]
sr;1c have scarcely left an imprint upon her {
satuPes Her eyes are as mild as the blue |
epths Of summer sky, aud stranger would !
ID dream that they had ever been the waste :
ates of floods Of unalloyed bitterness. her
nice i the harmonious language OF love ana
ruth and her laughter has liqulc melody {
bout Il as musiell a. the br0oklets Dash !