The southern enterprise. [volume] (Greenville, S.C.) 1854-1870, 1856-06-05
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your cottage door, and talks TO you so ten
derly, that you forget your WEAKNESS ard
your cares. He loves you with all the dc.
votion OF his Noble heart. and you know that
II sorrow should come. his strong right arm
wonld he raised for your support. ~ -
The boy who lies in ycader cradle. has
no pillow of down. no cloud Of valenciennes
sweeping against his brow, no velvet drare.
w folded over him. He has no hich.soupjs
ing title. no sceptre bpt the rattle, wlic.,
pleases his childish fancy. There were ,r.
pompous ceremonies at his christening. lu,
the old pastor said with solemn eprrc tres.
~ haptize thee in the name Of the Father
the Son and the Holy Ghost" and loving
hearts reverenily responded Amen 7 to tho
simple and e uching prayer for Gods bles.
sing. which followed the rite. The World
does not know that there is such Child as
your little pet and wise men have not vet
begun to prophesy about his future.
Bot il by some magic, you could ex.
change places with Eugenie, would yon give
up your hot and take hers Mo- we
think vow answer with strong emphasis, and
we are not at a loss TO guess why. You
like your humble home better than the pal.
aces of France, your simple pleasures 1 eiter
than royal pageants. We will ventu, TO
say that YOU would not barter your Kind,
! honest husband f,r Louis Napoleon, lucky
man rs he seems to be, nor your bahv for
the Imperial infant, whose birth has set all
France crazy with delight. -
Perhaps you remember reading in some
by-gone hour ~ you sat rocking Your boy
to sleep. about the beautiful bu, il-fa,ed Ma
rie Antoinette, whose hair bleachcd in one
night from intense agony, whose children
were torn from her, and whose graceful head
WAS doomed to the busy guiilotne." Il
may be that you also remember how Jose
plline, the divorced wife of Napoleon, the
conqneror, sorrowed in her later wears. and
how Louis Philippe AMI his family fled to
save themselves from the infuriatcd popu
lace. Thinking of these things, YOU cannot
believe Eugenie the happiest woman in the
world, however. brilliant her lot NAV seem
You too declare. "Iam happier than She"
To you, good, old mother in Isrrel far on
your pilgrimage 10 better land. we would
now turn. Do You believe the Empress Of
France happier than anybody else in the
world? You have few outward joys those
whom you once loved and trusted are wide.
ly scattered, and many Of the names you
used to speak SO fondiy, are chiseed now
ON gray tombstones in the church Yard
The bnoyancy Of youth, the Strength and
caurage Of middle life, are gone forever you
are feeble and irfirm your earthly riches
have taken 10 themselves wings. and you are
poor-do you not sigh for Eugenies youth.
and beauty, and wealth aud hOnor9
| Move hear you reply ; II have drank
Ut the fountain Of eternal youth, and have
only to put off this worn-out frame to q
young again, have house not made with
hand" in yonder sky; promise of peace
like river where the wicked cease from
troubling and the weary are at rest! II am
happier than Eugenie.'
All! from many northern flresides from
the pioneers hut in the far West; from
4 pleasant southern homes. where the Olive
Branch is a weekly visitor, we bear this re.
ply to our questionable! Eugene of
France is by no means the happest woman
III the world."- Olive Branch,