M'arthur Democrat. (McArthur, Vinton County, Ohio) 1853-1865, 1855-11-22
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CHAPTER v.


Morning, beautiful morning! Have
not poets Wed with each other in chant.
ing thy praises, uShered in by the glad
songs oil birds, who, flinging aside the
lethargy OF sleep, commence the long,
bright day with mathis of praise p
Surely il poetry consists in percep-
lion oil the beautiful, the birds should
be poets, though devoid of speech,
which is but its expression.
Victorine was up with the sun, pre-
pairing her little basket OF boquets, that
as soon as breakfast was over she might
start in the cool Of morning for the
great city, where she hoped to find
purchasers. She was about to set forth,
when her mother stopped her,
Stop a moment, Vlclorine, for am
going with you.'
you, mamma, how delightful! But
what is it that calls you out this morn
ing?
You know, my child, That unless we
obtain Que hundred francs before To-
morrow evening, we must leave our
little cottage, and 60 know not where,
Poor Victor! there is little chance OF
my hearing from him. shall call Oh
some OF your fathers former irieuds IN
the city, and perhaps, though | dare not
hope it, they will aid me. You eau
sell your flowers as usual, and then re-
turn home, where you will probably
lind me already returued.'
Victorine was saddeued for a mo-
ment BY the serious tone in which her
mother spoke, but it is not the nature
OF childhood 10 grieye long at any thing
and but a few minutes had elapsed be-,
fore she was chasing butterflies along
the side OF the highway; and laughing
at her Intellectual attempts TO catcl.
them. ...... ......
There is something beautiful in the
sight oil childhood, ay,laughing child
hood, obeying the impulse Of the mo-
menl, to whom lite seems a beautiful
Landscape on which the sun shines ever,
over which the breath of summer new
er ceases to scatter perfumes. Would
that our lives might realize these fair
dreams of childhood! But the land.
scape soon looses the couleur de rose
under which it veiis itself in Lilies
Spring. and the sober gray tint OF Au
lumn takes its place. 1t is not will
life as the poet has said, .n..F ie
l'Where ignorance is bliss It's folly to be wise!
Before pleasing illusion, then a SterI
reality. Once in the busting street
of the great city, the mother and chilc
separated, The mother took her wa
to the quarter where her husband for
merly resided, trusting that some Of hi
old friends, out of respect for his mem
ofy, would lend a helping hand to the
widow. ,sts Z, ss -ss.,..
/ Al the handsome and aristocratic
mansion in the Rue St. ----- lived M
Quesne, with whose family she hac
always been on the most intimate terms
during the time of her husbands pros
!. Iperity. Many times had he sat at thei
i liable, an invited guest. But now
is Nj. Quesne. within?' she inquired
: of the servant who answered the bell
q would see him, ',ods aii ai aie--l-4.l
Eyes, Madame,' said the servant
who had been scanning her dress rath
Ter curiously, that ISL believe so.-
q Who shalt l say wishes to see him O.
4 businessP {.
3, She was nshered into a Fnagni6cer
: saloon, the counterpart. Of one owe
which in former years she had ipresi
dedi the happy mistress. She sighed
Ah, it was the happiness, not th
. wealth. tbatsshe desired, eas5 6iss Z.
e M..Quesne soon entered the ROOM
Hewas affair sample OF men OF tn
wosld-not penmious or misery. oh
!, [no, he was ON the contrary rather pro
9 fuse in bis expenditures, but then thes
e were all for himself and for his family
He might have said With Horace, 'Od