New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1854-06-10
AN AMERICAN WOMAN IN PARIS. mo. XIV.

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Each heart beats a response TO Psurs, THAT wha' ws
would DO that We do not" w;lled TO send you to-day
parcel OF things sweet pretty and usefu-bonoons fce
Children fashion plsss for the ladies' bits OF news ans
politics for the gentlemen, end moral reflections for me
ministers But Fate hgbfyer who nirs our best m
,enfions in the very bud ospronsc and az this moucns
she is Tapping her wings "a triumph me, while
stand desolaie, and my "L,uehoa gods lie scattered
! around Greenvile cosld pardon her for bat
wi en- she grappes at my snd holds in
an rchsnted circle of nconstar. evos ho now do love
70 &C I'D nv feelings cannot sayt Nl forgive her.
MOI an hour ago. walked in sanow alley Of the gar
den in the shade Of high trelliseswa and overhsnging
trees ard culled for you thoughts, lane handsome and
STYLISH til my head loaded dow1 like his who carries
fruit locked into the deserted conservat,y and clipped
though, two from the vine climbinst its eoSaers, and
wondered row lilies Of tho valley cane 10 grow on III
thsched roof
fhcD heard footsteps patpat along the path besade
me and transported, started. Down feH ambitions IN
tensions thoughts large handsome. and syA,-perfodss
figures ard simles--and like the mikmaid, sighed
Ae'su. vsehe, coehon eoavee!'
Her ts shadow lay before fancied the 10y had cedo
to play hide andseek. Half hour ago, he oJed with
all his eyes into mine crumpled my frock OF oted ny
little finger in his he led through the gcrde'w be
side the walls and raised up the heads of les mesvs ds
fde and called them the preest Of all the 10 vcrs and
picked ,suste and put it himself in my butonhoe, and
turned struggles laughs, dimples diamonds pearls.
rosebuds and dewdrops while held him in my arms and
kissed him and he kissed back again; then he tuta-
bed down my hair aud said reroir,' and hurled
kiss from his nger-tips and away to meet Mario Kin
bere in the court. This same Henri had come bou xng
back again the garden lie held the ends Of his white
apron hand and with the other ratified the flint stones
he had dug from the borders of the fowerbeds. His
broadrimmed beaver totiercd his head and s black
plume nodded the wrong shoulder The belt Of his
Highland tunic askew. One stocking stretched wei
up under its garter above the knee while the other in tho
shadow of his RULED pantaee, stopped down to
his fair round ankle.
Henri stood transxcd and deenseless like Cupid bere
of wings and If he had only snapped fire with
his hints might have written you all hoped. But, Ot
Venus Cupid Psyche and all ye who know what loven
tell me what in his eyes. Imbece as was thought
he coquctting with me and would in a moment cah
my name and his own" Mon Petit Ami died on my
lips as saw Marie Knbare by his side. Marie had solea
Cupids bow for monh crumped up his wings for curis
taken his arrowheads for eyes, and fastened them on to
heap OF roses lilies and peaches for lhtle girls head
Marie is four years old and Henri FIVE. Henri wore
white apron and Mario black one, and this made the
dmples that crept around its hem look ell the csher with
her busy fingers she pulled the little chain about her
neck and found snort to let its gold cross come into
her mouth she showed her young teeth and laughed
when she would not and curlcd up her eyeashes with
feartuly menacing witcheres. Henri-Monseur Hcnri-
the quntessence of fiery young Prince Hail. who rings the
dnner-bell when sees him, who showers me win
the garden waterproof invitation to run after him, whe
fires like his iins when touched too roughly-enri stop
ped rafting the in his apron and looked Marie
and Marie looked mercass charms, and Henri spoke and
broke the spell.
CONNIE as les yeux srsnels, Marie!
Pourano a. in embmsse-,u pas donecomms je rsmbrssr
What large eyes you have, Marie! How pretty they
are-Why don't you kiss me, then, as kiss you'll Alss!
our TRANSACTIONS lack the endearng oi te Ia. You, Is -
far from them dear from darling.
Henri's lips were primcd-the apron fell-the stones
rolled down-hs arms few out bur the little charmer few
too, like a robin.
-Four years old FIVE years old Ten years added weaken
wonderfully our prerogative to say CONNIE fu as lee
yeur Jeaur yet all know something about falling IN
ovebut who recoects the earliest date OF this oftrocar
ring epoch in ones life Surely souls ushered in
at rosy dawns and fall in love earth in falling from the
skies.
This episode of youthful nairet reminded me of another
of second childhood related of good old lady who to
press the sweet Tranquil expression Of her husband who
lay dead before her. like sleeping sad Mon paarrs
ami IL ne sail pas gull est mort" my poor dear, hs
does MT know that he dead
Thoughts like gems washed up at every moment By
the current of our lives and when like pebbles drop
them down the well Of feeling If we see no flash Of bub-
bes we hear responsive rippes, which tell its depth.
have laid aside edition of Balzacs Medicin de
"CamEagne" envy you the pleasure you have in store
if you have never read it, Remark the at the death
bedside of the husband Of widow who sewers her long
and puts them in his cold hand pledge OF their
continued union and fidelity and listen to the old soldiers
histories of Napoeons campaigns. Peasant will tell
them to peasants child while the memory Of Fhomms
yough fingers in their supestons The peasants in some
of the provinces believe that Napoleon had his familiar
star and like Moses talked with Cod and that in his
Egypton campaign the real angel of the Lord appeared
to him on Mount Sinai, and tina. he had superhuwan
spirits lodged in his camp at the Tueres, who gave
him counsel Such man, they say could never de- ne
has disappeared from their sight but will come again. ana
they attend his advent the Jews that Of the Messiah;
and many voted for present Emperor with the devouf
conviction that it their old hero returned from the
rocky isle where they soy the English tried 10 poison
him.
Lamartine has lately given us hs Lectures pour Tous
1t is earning boquss gathered from his va<ious works.
full Of the oyeiest flowers and sweetest pxfumes We
have loved Lamartine 10 America We lave wept win
him. and kissed the wounds it cost him t. cell his souls
brt.-rigt the sacred "reminiscences of childhood and
Miy to redeem his natal domains Weshuddered al the
Gi,ondists We sympathised with French enthusiasm IN
sesng him at the head Of tho Provisional Government, and
chen he inclined to the roughs believed his magma
nty in the declaration that he attracted there only
Or ghning-rod to avert their from France
"Arropos de bottles" how grea. matter little hre
kpdeth sometimes. Who knows the result Of an idle
word Who knows but fatterng phrase, tossed play
fully from hand to hand may saally gather up momen-
ium knock down kings and make the thrones OF CONN.,
nents to trembel Who knows but the germ OF iss ana
the present Empire had their embryo in the VANITY Oh
Lamartine or Victor Hugoand that their WIN 70 "'r.
out their destiny was the offspring of Chaeaubriana and
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