The Trinity journal., 1856-12-13
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In the garden adjoining my humble cabin, peer
ing above the crusted snow see withered flow
er that has dropped and died upon sapless aud
wthered stalk
When first knew ]. izzie Werner she was care
less little girl in a far-off land-a sweet and del
icate rose bud that already revealed promise OF
most luxuriant charms. There was a fautless-
ness about her tiny feet, and her roguish eyes
sparblcd with such varient colors beneath their
long and jet-hued lashes. / could not help it but
somehow, man as was, my heart warmed towards
this sprightly being. How do love the dear lit
tie creatures with their snow-white pantalettes
their slender waists their brown curls kissing
their naked and ivory necks their curious and
interrogative prattle and their spontaneous sill
very and heart gushing laughter. No, there's no
guile in girlhood and there's unsudcd grace in
each movement Of their supple bodies. hate
boys intensely for they are rude and uncouth and
their language is brazen and harsh, auguring fu-
ture profanity and obscenity. Your little girl
seraphs arc instinctively coy and winning and
modest. And little Lizzie was very fond Of me
too, and was wont to hurry to my embrace when
the heavy tread of my footsteps resounded thro'
the hall.
In the mystic and unproyoked reycls Of memo
ry few days agone, the lustrous image of my
distant and dimnutive darling was floating upon
the retna of my minds eye as lesurely thread
ed our streets. She must be changed now, very
much changed Perhaps a proud and joyous
bride in the first gush of ripe and voluptuous wo-
manhood, or, it may be, a fond and soictous mo-
ther, at tbisvery moment hushing to slumber with
enchanting lullaby her cherub infant. Thus was
encircling my dark eyed fairy of the olden time
with a bright woof Of present happiness when |
saw woman approaching me. Now in our little
mountain town a strange face clcits attention
She was dressed in gaudy but rather sloyenly at
tire, with an inordinate profusion Of jewelry up
on her person. Her walk was peculiarly slattern
and ungraceful. A simplcton of the rawest ma
terial must he be who would mistake this Raunt-
ing, bedizened creature for one of those unfortu-
nate creatures who label and advertise their
shame with apparel and attitudes so utterly con-
trarient to the modest virtue of her sex Ny
God is it possible? in those blasse and faded
features Lloated with extravagant dissipation, in
those dim and blear and expressionless eyes, al
most starting from their watcry sockets, in that
attenuatcd and woe-wasted figure, there still re-
mained too many and sufficient indications of the
once fair, joyous and happy Lizzie Werner Not
for the GOwry Of worlds would | recognize the
poor frail one then. Icare not to know your his
tory, Lizzie. 1t must be very dark and bleak
one and darker clouds will yet gather aud burst
upon your dire horoscope. To the fallen of your
SEX Lizzie gloom is but succeeded by deeper
gloom The cold, remorscless grave is from
henceforh your only Samaritan. There's no NOR
al sunlight 10 illume your dismal pathway. IIur-
ry on, Lizzie, to the churchyard. Drink deep Of
maddening fluids, and as you quaff away laugh
with the loudest those dcmoniac anghs that spring
from and break on your meaningless face. 1t
may be your feculent soul will steal away from
its shattered tenement in soms orge more foul
and hellish than its antcccdents. Hope is dead.
Lizzie. our own sex are your most cruel and
relentless prosecutors. Furiousarc they in hound
ing you on to perdition when they might save
Still to the memory Of dear little Lizzie Wer-
ner of the oden time, with her tiny feet and ro-
guish eye aud mellow laugh will | shed tear
not for the withered flower that is now dropping
and dying upon sapless and shriveled stalk