Port Tobacco times, and Charles County advertiser. (Port Tobacco, Md.) 1845-1898, 1855-12-06

long dra wn sighs used to come moaning
down .he psrre,, and what trailing garments
rushed sIong The garret floor Ho" we
fancied it was q lady in a cas'le-s lady fsIr
and voung-snd we so many champions +"
sound the bugle at the gate. and bear her
ssfc awav For then we had read "The
Scottish Chiefs" and "Thaddeus Of War
saw" snd The Duke Of Gloucester Saw few
er Richmonds in The field Than there were
Wallsces Of us ,hen-esch one with Ma
rion or Helen to bless him.
Then the tales that Dolly told Us round
the kitchen fire. when she had ''d"ne up"
her hair, and swept up the hearth, and sat
down TO her sewing. Then it was, we
gathered round, and besough. her ("r s,o
ry-of ghosts or witches or fairies. or lille
onderfuI children lhs, lived long time Q
90, and became very beautiful, or very brave.
or verv some hing tha, we l"nged to he
How we would have delighted to be Robin
| Hood, and live in The woods, and waer ar
raw Of Kendall green How we wished we
hsd been Jack The Gisn, Killer. or R'chnrd
Wilmington. or Cinderella, or somebody
.he told US Of. But when she told US of
ghosts in white ,ha, made q" (""'fall when
,hev wolk ed Of their hands, how cold they
were Of their laugh, how giiuerlng and
ghas!ly ii was, have you forgotten bow we
drew lille nearer, as the tale wen, on.
anil though, The Iigh, was burning dim aud
blue, and begged her to sir the sleeping
| fire, aud dare no, look behind US here the
shadows were, end fancied something sigh
ed or spoke. and syl4bIed ont names. Each
voice snb-ided to whisper-all bu, Dol
| ly'~, she went on, with castles g'lm snd
spectres dim aud dungeons deep, and ladies
fair, " bile her glile,ing needle darled IN and
ou, o'"ug The heightened hem. A, last. one
of US is thr"ned upon her lap; another begs
10 lay his head therein, and stIll The tales
60 "n.
The clock is on The stroke Of nine, and
how we dreaded The las, shrilI ehime' IL
came, we went, reluctantly, to bed. How
dark the hall was; and The door mus. be
lefl open li,,le; and dolly are you 'here!"
and "D"lly good night" and Dolly some
thing. u>l to hear her speak, came from un-
der The quilts we had dawn over our heads.
and we wondered what ra,,lrd the Windows.
aud what shook the bed, aud ddnt YOU
feel something cold, or hear something step.
and how we all wished we were asleep, OF
ii was morning. or the sun shone ell night.
| How We suffered then aud nobody knew u,
aud nobody baje US be brave.
| Well, years have passed, but we build
castles as we did then, end feel just such
great cold shadows, as used to lurk in The
hall, and people them with form no eve
has ever seen. The memory should no,
be tomb, place for ghosts to revisi. The
glinpses OF the moon in, but beautiful
place full Of recolleclions Of sun<h hine and
loveliness.
There should be something beautiful g.
bout a homeslesd-s beautiful picture,
beautiful brook, beautiful tree. memo.
~ with glorious naples 10 it, aod running
stream, and on old we'll Of crystal wafer.
and roof with q vine on il, and caves with
birds III them, and pasture full Of daisies
-wha. lovely place it mus. be indeed. 10
think that in January we can always have
a June in an Arabia Pelrea, an "Araby the
best"
Mothers always look beautiful to child
rem ; ,hev make picture for memory's cab
met, that sold masters" never equaled.-
Bu. then they should be in beautiful se,-
ting. Let there be a broad hearth and On
ample fireplace in the old homestead, if you
do shut up The fire in the iron boxes, or
look a. i, through CRATES. Gel a cord or
two Of old maple, and handful Of old beach
for a feu de joie, and a basket or two Of
old fashioned chips, and keep them oil for
winter blr,h-havs and Christmas ewes and
New YEARS. nights, and get an old fashion
ed body 10 build an old fashioned fire, and
blow ou, the candles, or '',urn off" The gas.
and gather within The circle of The hearth
light, and ,eIl pleassn, tales, and smile plea
san, smiles. So you will give the children
some thing beautiful to remember, for, believe
US, such a picture in such q igh, will never
fade from the G od-woven canvass that hangs
in The heart.
A HOME WITHOUT SIsTER.-Who that
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