The Wyandot pioneer. (Upper Sandusky, Ohio) 1853-1868, 1854-07-13

sndeared to her from childhood.
Flora, you must keep up your spirits,
said her mother, kissing her tenderly; nor
let this parting weigh to heavily upon
your heart.
eve shall never mcetagain."
'In heaven, 1 hope, Mother"
eyes, and ON earth"
ooh, no; 1t is useless 70 hope for that.
No never again on earth"
always hope for the best, Flora, it is
my plan have found it true wisdom.
Put on your bonnet, and take ramble
through the garden and meadows; it will
refresh you after so many harrassing
thoughts. Your favorite trees are in full
leaf, the hawthorn hedges in blossom,
and the nightingales sing every evening
in the WOODLAND. You cannot feel mise
rable among such sights and sounds of
beauty in this lonely month of May, or
YOU are not the same Flora ever knew
!
you.
"Ah, just the same faulty, impulslye,
enthusiastic creature | ever was, dear
mother. No change of circumstances will
1 fear, change my nature; and the sight
of these dear old haunts will only deepen
the regret L feel in bidding them adieu. "
Flora put on her bonnet, and went forth
to take last fond look of home.
The Hall was an old-fashioned house,
large, rambling, picturesque and cold
1t had been built in the first year of good
Queen Bcss. The back part of the man
sion appeared to have belonged to period
still more remote. The building was sur
rounded by fine guards and lawn-like
meadows, and stood sheltered within q
grove of noble old trees. 1t was beneath
the shade of these trees and reposing up.
on the velvet-like sward at their feet, thai
Flora had first INDUCED in those delicious
reveries-those lovely, idle visions ol
beauty and perfection which cover with 8
tissue of morning beams all the rugged
highways of life. Silent bosom friends
were those dear old trees! Every noble
sentiment of her soul, every fault tha
threw its baneful shadow on the sunlight
of her mind-had been fostered, orgrowr
upon her, in those pastoral solitudes.-
those trees had witnessed thousand
bursts of passionate eloquence-a thou
sand gushes Of bitter, heart -humbline
tears. To them had been revealed all the
joys and sorrows, the hopes, and fears
which she could not confde to the sneer-
ing and unsympathising of her own sex
The solemn druidical groves were mo-
more holy to their imaginative and mis-.
terious worshIppers, than were those old
oaks to the young Flora.
Now the baimy breath of spring, as i
gently heaved the tender green masses o
brilliant foliage, seemed to utter voice
of thrilling lamentations sad, soul
touching farewell.
"Home of my childhood must see
you no more ?" sobbed Flora. "Areyor
to become tomorrow vision of the past
0 that the glory of spring was not upor
the earth! that l had to leave you annie
winters chilling gloom; and not in this
lovely, blushing month of May! The
-emerald green of these meadows-th.
gay flush of these bright blossoms
joyous songs of these glad birds--breal
my heart !'
And the poor emigrant sank down amie
the green grass. and, burying her face a
mong the fragrant daisies, imprinted /,
passionate kiss upon the sod, which wa.
never, in time or eternity, to form a rest
ing place for her again
But beam is in the dark cloud ever
for thee, poor Flora; thou heart-sick love
of nature. Time will reconcile the to th,
change which now appears SO dreadful
The human flowers destined to spring a
round thy hut in that far-off wilderness
will gladden. thy bosom in the strang,
. land to which thy course now tends; an,
the image Of God, in his glorious crea
ton, will smile upon the as graciously il
the woods Of Canada, as it how does il
thy English paradise. Yes, the hou
shall come when you shall exclaim witt
fervor-
"Thank God, am the denizen of
free land; a land of beauty and progress
sion-a land unpolluted by the groans q
starving Millions land which open
her fostering arms to receive and restor
to his long-lost birthright, the trample
and abused child of poverty, to bid hin
stand.up, a free inheritor of free sol
who SO long labored for scanty pittanc
of bread, as an ignorant and degrade,
slave, in the country to which you nov
cling with such passionate fondness, an
leave with such heart breaking regret.
NAPoLEoN's RESPECT FOR THE APOSTLES
t Napoleon having entered one of the cite
of Italy, the churchwardens recommends
to him the reliques of their church. "Sir.
will you deign TO take our apostles unde