Spirit of the age. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1849-1865, 1855-10-10
Written for the Snirit Of the Acc.

DEAR CIRCLE lis there n vacant scat
around the hoarthside of our Spirit, where
you are wont TO hold sweet converse 2
Then pray ask Jessie to take IL. She may
not dip her pen in poesy's fouut, nor ride
her Pegasus DER beetling crag and crested
wave, but she will tell you about the slowed
ones at home," and surely the theme is
such an one, that even the most plodding
genius will feel the glow Of inspiration,
and make these life-scenes, vehicles to
point n moral or adorn n tale. / shall not
entertain you with dissertation on the
policy Of the Administration, or a report
Of prices current of tar, pitch, and turpcn-
tine but believing the station of woman
to be the " home mission" / only wish to
present you with a phase in my every day
life.
| lows to sit in my low chair with Char
lie in my lap, to comb back his aaxen curls
and kiss his sunburnt ehoek-for rcmcm-
Der, dear girls, we were not cTadlod in the
lap of luxury; VIC cat the bread Of indus
try and sweeter far is our simple repast,
seasoned with affection, than the richest
dish on which royalty Ger toasted. Al
though | dearly love the simple pleasures
# nature, yet "when lengthening shad-
swso 'er the mead proclaim the close ofday,"
1 like to steal alone by the towering banks,
and live awhile on the glowing %fancics of
those who express themsclvcsin "thoughts
that breathe or words that burn" But
when twilight dews are falling fast, then |
must glide again into our home ctrc'c, and
join in the merry laugh Of orr reunited
throng. With music's charms and merry
jest, we while the golden hours away, un.
til times faithful Waterman breaks in upon
our mirth with 40 O'clock" tonight.
After honeyed kiss and a happy I" good
night" we retire to our soft couchcs, anC
are soon locked in the arms of "nature's
sweet restorer." We may not tell thee
stranger, what fancies sweet come gushing
Ger the soul-but oh are not these au
tumn nights glorious for dreaming? /
it any harm to dream, Matte !? Wha
think you Minnie? We have our "dream
by day." why not by night2
We attach no crodence to dreams, bu
they are surely sources of much pure, III
selfish enjoyment. We have watched I'll
smile playing upon the lips of innocenc
Ii dreams perhaps Of its angel mothe
that watches it from heaven. Dream
fond heart Rot0, thou knowest not tt
loss. To me, dreams have oftimes bee
happy mementoes of hours which else hs
been numbered with the forgotten past
/ have often found myself in the mornir
with a full flow Of spirits, attributable e
tirely to a pleasant dream. / have had
good word for every one and an extra XII
for Charlie. The Author of life, / a
persuaded, gave us dreams for some pu
pose; then l thank Heaven for all n
pleasant dreams.
| have some friends, and very XII
friends they are, but l sigh for the fello
ship Of congenial spirits. Can / find SUI
IN the Circle. All! it is a singular il
pulse Of our nature, which makes us mel
ly TO appreciate the truly good, but caus
us almost to adore others, united to us
SOM common sympathetic chord. I'll
call this friendship-such was the afFecti
of Damon and Pythias-a sentiment, I
founded upon mere appreciation of wort
but upon an almost i~ntuitive perception
congeniality of disposition, and tastes !;
IS an emanation from Divinity, given to
to increase our means of enjoyment. \
ture is full Of it; the sunfower turns
greet the God of day." and the tenC
vine stretches out its tendrils to clasp