Sugar planter. [volume] (West Baton Rouge [i.e. Port Allen, West Baton Rouge Parish, La.]) 1856-1925, 1857-04-18

braces: the mirror u III Psyche covered ,
tie toilette ligmItles hidden the en-
broldery frame removed, and her haii
muffle,, even the '&xe curtain, which Tel
from the canopy OF her conc' were
closely fastened, IN order that her open
ing eves migi'tno rest on anything thai
would recall the past. The memory o.
Ovie was linked with music, with flow
erS, and with The Iish; Of day : il wa,
necessary 10 draw around, III Of oh
tiyton, to restore her whose min vas OF
delicate a texture that the ,ht o
1Io, i being shed on her had
nearly severed its very fab. was
over - fatal bust il, light wen. yat :
Yes, SO r4proachful : Tres eangbi
the st glimmer Of impe reason as
she tottared from her thi ,e into an
abyss Of et.rna night! De
ChaStau &C to pra' for
her beloved laughter, who re-
garded as nothing more tho. swee;
ex cation slowly winging its to
pfngle in the gale of psradls. Her
soul became elevated and fIle' with
high hopes; she sighed for the ming
Of that ''day Of days when Time would
stand still for her and the arnfal
music of her prayers vibra,ed .eaven
from the altar where she cit she
thought she saw the anger scattering
the golden beams Of their glory around
her, and Il gazsl in mothf less 's2,are,
til. her eyes grew dim. vision
passed, theNstrnog g came, aet smile
followed, and Marie De CT was
among the blessed. >.
Leocalie woke from her slum but
.as ! wi,bont the light Of reason she
4, garce. ai around her with woeful
sIl;nmer, disclosing the dreary waste OF
the. mind which Ia4 been such beat
t exuberent seot-stooI Of lite Deity
She woud not speak, but made silent
gestures and seemed perfectly gentle. No
one has heard her voice since, for Leocad,
10 still lives; and may De seen through
the black grazing tt her enclosure, stand
inr Ike q pata shadow bent SHlowa in az
eternity Of sorrow" Time has moulded
her roft features iuto qnaeniy contour
and her flowing har gisters with the
siyery dew Of many years She will Al
WAYS waye her patrician hand to any OBJ.
iect clad in white, as if ber purity OF soul
vas all that remained TO reflect on her
sight. The splendid mansion has gone
to decar from neglect its charming re-
treats are overgrown, and the nlght-ow'
screeches through, the bowers where
once
The soul Of music she'd
But tine has been the lconocast OF
its avenues, with the exception os that
which leads to the terrace, where the
statue of "Mary' seems to have ENDED
the blows Of bis scythe and there may
be seen kneeling the venerable figures
OF Camille D'A bois and his sister, who
left their provincial home IN Artols, to
come and taxa care OF their beloved
niece. The intricate path which wound
from tie arch way is tangled and impas-
sable the sylvan. walks are sovergrown
with briars the screen delights and
fountains are decayed and silent: but
the same twilight shadows play around
the dense forest beyond, and the lovely
lake still Ianguishes to The same setting
sun which crowned the last fete of ''De
Chasteau's Villa"
BELLE Monte PLACE, West Baton
Rouge.
~ "Ou, my t'lcnd, sad doctor
to an Irish patient. "be composed, We
must all die once"
'An' its that vtxes me- SAID Pat
"IfI could die half dozen times Ia
not care half penny about it this time.
E "Ah me" said p'ous lady,
san. .o;niS.ar uas a nnwerfuI nraacher