Nashville daily patriot. [volume] (Nashville, Tenn.) 1855-1857, 1856-06-02
For the Patriot.

A HOME PICTuR


Where The erosd mulberry branches hang canopy leaves
Like avalanche verdure dropping DER the kitchen caves
And the sunshine with It's shadows dainty aabes4ues have
Ger the qusint old Osken SETTLE standing the pleasant
shade;
Sits good NANNY" with the chdun," while the
afternoon
Wears the dewy veil Of April Ger the brancy Of June.
Smooth and snowy kerchie lying folded with air
ofmstrou dignity above her slVer-sprnkled hair,
Blue and white the beaded necklace use on Sundays
bed.ck,
deAry Cherished smuIet) her plump and dusky neck
Dark her neatly ironed apron Of broad and ample sze
Spreading Ger the dress Of hOmespun" with its many
coIOred dyes.
True lips are uututored gensIy they smile
And bow eloquent their fervor, praying Jesus de
chlep
True her voice and broken but how tender its
replies
her eyes;
She has thoughts both high and hoy her
And he face dusk and wrnkled her soul is white
snowl
An aristOcrat is "Msmmy -, and tho usually sedpe,
Taught as Lucifer "sose trasa" whom she cannot
tolsrats
PsrOniIIng too to MASTER for she nussed i'm when
boys"
Familiar yet respectful my Ssts - but III, joy
Other bosom "de chidun and Delightfully."- she n boast
Ofthe born blood of her darlibgs good kings and
queens Almost"
There she sits beneath the shadow grooming Ger some Oden
hymn,
Watching earnestly and willingly although her eyes dim,
Laughing in her heart sincerely, but with cOuDtenancs
demure;
Holding before her 'babies" every tempting little lure
Noting all their merry folics with quiet loving gsEe
Telling night to Mistis their cunnn little ways
New and then her glance will wander Ger the pastures far
away,
Where the taseed waving the breeaes rock
and sway;
To the rivers cleaning silver and he haEy distance Were
Giant mountain peaks peerng hrO veil Of air.
But the thrill Of baby voices baby laughter low and sweet
Recalls her in moment to the treasures at her feet.
So "raScally ;" SO roickng my bold and sturdy boy,
In his tricky wsywardness still her boast and Joy;
She'll chase him thro shrubbery his mischief mood to
cure;
All! whar dat little rascal now d. bars will 81 i'm shure
When caught ,he tOuy swing him her shoulder and
pride
Go marching round the pathways u to how gran he
ride ~
And the "Bird e. Il bosomsoh how soft and enderly
Bows good "MRmmys" gentle srir to her bal witchery
All to her is dear devotion whom the very angels bless
And thoughts other blended with holy tenderness
Cosxng and csressng saying with smile and kiss
AUS for mammy-lsss ladywoni nowf" do that this.
On the sweet white tuted clover weary their
play,
Toying with the creamy blossoms, my little children lay
Hnessed up with crimson ribbons rocking horses side by
side,
Make believe to their fodder "(bossoms their
noses tiei }
Near them stands the willow wagon-in BRIDES nam.
moth doll
noble Brave" beside Them faithful guardian over
all
Above them foa the butterflies around the hum the bees;
And brdlings MARBLE darling in and among the
The kitten sleeps am uys" side and rabbits
pass,
Hopping close along the pang, stealing thro the waving
grass;
Gladstone blue eyes are filing, and a watching
mother prays,
"GOd bless Nanny and my children, in those happy
h,'cyon dsy'"
FoREsT HoHE, IS g.