New Orleans daily crescent. [volume] ([New Orleans, La.]) 1851-1866, 1857-02-09
From the Bainbridss Argus.
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pY DAISY.
Memo les feeble to retrace
Yesterdays immediate flow,
Find q dear, familiar fnce,

- ~ II Memo les feeble to retrace ass|F
.IF Yesterday immediate fhow, Iste5.l. ~ 1
5a E II saeh d ser T. ioas s ssse
All what recollectons that little coupet recalls of
/" by-gone days'-those halcyon hours passed away,
nerer to return! How wildly they rise before me,
asin the stiffness Of my chamber, ! am, alone and
thinking thinking Time with its busy and etiacing
finger, has wrought many changes, that with SAD and
narrowing array present themselves to my mind, and
the heeting joys that threw
.Fs a moments sparkle DER our tears,
are passed away even as those " days of old" How
melancholy the retrospect Yet am wandering
for spirit is lowering me- and its murmurs are
breathing of " Willie and | y and Of the time when
Willie and rambled over the hillside, nappy
our home no matter how he came there-but ne was
not brother, not a cousin, but simply " While
that was all thought OF or cared for, and we played
and frolicked together as if life were but summers
day and we were thus to ramole on until Its close
He may not have felt thus for he older, and far
wiser than l, yet Thought he did.
We used to go after hickory nuts and chincaplns,
and whole merry parties sometimes Joined us-still it
was always Willie and for he used to shake down
the nuts where could pick them up, and when ne
filled his pockets as full as they could hold he would
slip down and silly slide them into my apron. re-
member once he did thus, with some persimmons,
and how the truant berries told such naughty tales on
me. Foolish children that we WERE not to think OF
the ugly stains! and when he quietly emptied them
into my apron gathered up the corners and pressed
them closely to me, holding my bonnet as screen.
When we scampered homewards came in contact
with an root and o1 On th hoW IL 1he ht
apron. How Willie laughed, and he said in wills.
per- why, Daisy, it is such big stain the girls viii
know where my berries disappeared so mysterlously1
He had such joyous laugh could scarcely help /.
joining in, though my eyes were full of tears as
looked ruefully at the dreadful spots on the white
surface upheld to hide my face. q
| Yes it was Willie and !, who used to wander of
on SATURDAYS and seat ourselves the soft grass be-
| meath the thick shade of the luxuriant " Pride OF
India which grew so ahnndantly in our dear old
/ yard. 1t was large yard, and we stole OH 70 the
farthest end, there one to hear our wild i'm
aginings There we used to sit while listened with
such wondering interest to the accounts he gave me
of the many, many things he had seen in his travels
| for Willie had travelled. He was very wise boy,
4 and great in my eyes, He had been in steamboats,,
and on the great Mississippi and had been-Oh! l
could scarcely follow him in my imaginations, rustic
that was But he had rambled over those dear
i New England homes, and | was never weary OF
hearing Of them, little ever dreamed OF pressing
my feet On their green meadows. =" All is different
now had listened a hundred times before to just
such glowing pictures from dearer ips-5ut 1t only
made me eager to listen still.
Then in the southern climes he had gathered from
the seashore collection OF beautiful Shells HOW We
admired them together! and listened in fancy TO
the music of the waves-that melancholy sound
which through the rapture Of his description
learned to love- though | might never stand in ma
ture's grand rothnda and feel that in that mystic
murmur was the voice whose mighty tones reverbera
ted through the glory of the creation morn lie
gave me shells-I have them yet-one which he said
was especially for me, as its form, marked with go
den zigzag stripes, reminded him of my curls: And
what do you think after all this? Why, he listened
to the eager minutie gave of my only journey-one
taken in a carriage and over nQnot0n0us country
and he seemed interested. II it had been tales OF
the wonderful. .-
4 Well but they multiply they multiply They
crowd over my memory, " those times" must Gull
the brighesoro Others will weary Of what is so dear to
me There never to be forgotten picnic, which,
like the oasis in lifes desert looms up on the dark
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books. How wild grew them! How de-
youred all the histories of Titans realm, eat fairies
walked fairies, dreamed fairies until Willie laughingly
declared, 81 was turning to fairy and begged
with snch apparent earnestness, that should begin
nv entertainments by converting him into some glo.
rious being, superhuman and capable Of doing good
But shut my eyes and the phantons OF the past
glide slowly along. linger, and then-there IS one
evening that rises DER my vision and thrills my soul,
as when strains of sweetness recalls the past
, 'sIthaunts still though many year hath fed
It was winters night clear and cold, and we were
gathered around the hearth, when the glowing coal
spanked in the CRATE and lent bright crimson 10 my
cheek. The cold stars were shining without, ana the
moons svery frosting decked the outer night, but
the winters chill did not penetrate where ace were
seated that is, Willie and l. were each on cricket
at the eet Of that one "dearer than ALL My mead
was nestled in her lap and soft hand gently stroked
= my hair Willie held her idle hand, and was gazing
with me into the red Goals and thinkng-oh! not as
| AN now!
IQefe were OtneIS III lue fOOIn. oLt VI my plotb
ers studying at table, with his feet crossed under
meath and his fingers in his ears The faces OF merry
girls filed up the group, of them gentler, tarel
she was my only sister: was the youngest OF AL
the soft of their voices did not mar our quie
;, tude. Suddenly Willie looked up in her face and
asked, with radiant lighting of countenance, for
tstory My entreaties were roiceless but she felt
them and smiled. Her dark grey eye rested upon uf
with unutterabe tenderness, then that voice mu
sical fell upon ears in low cadence meant for u;
, alone.
:" story!' she exclaimed, % then listen well, my
= Daisey, and Willie, do not lose word.''
I "No, indeed not sylable!' was Wie's emphatic
response. Thus with breathess earnestnesS and dat
ing eyes sat upon our crickets and felt the dea
pressure of her hand whilst the sweet voice murmure
! on 1t was floating fancy, from her own BRAIN ina
she painted for in coors, suiting our youthful In
d aginatons, spellbonnd we were whispered low
or "Wilie it is true tale, am sure. " Yes yes" h
replied mischievousy, anything might be true wit
Is you.'
we were both, with parted lips, watching her fac,
and wondering what would come next, she said
as &c And-and then the cats turned pale! On! see
m now hear it now-the sudden change that came ov
y; Wes face, and his merry peal OF laughter and
Us all laughed SO heartily and joyously 1t was funr
, idea the cats turning pale and how it banished tt
ne hope had cherished of its being true Willie gay
S. me an exulting nod She would not go ONO, n
we had broken the thread OF her Ideas, ana stoppl
u our entreaties with kiss, she told us II was Time IN
rs rs :. all little folks were in bed3'
a, Have wearied you Forgive my fancy, il mi
u be weakness-but am sitting by my lonely fres
les and thinking-as have never before.
My bosom is throbbing, and tears are blending n
ey eyes-voiees singing me- and tones OF melo
ys are echoing in my heart. l start, and look for
mr. shadow on the wall through the parted curta
nj and out into the night the white church, in its gre
est enclosure where slabs cleaning through the mis-
ng air. Stars are cleaning in the heavens. The We
en- same, that twinkled long ago! Oh! Life Deaf
1hi Eternity how real thou art
The vision fades. | see nought but the fckerl
&C. embers on my lonely hearthstone, and the ta
ga, shadows my dim lamp is casting on the wall
en Willie has grown to manhood aud do not listen
en- his voice as then. We apart aud perhaps in
constant minging with the great world he has ceas
up to linger as do, in those memories
And Ia vacant chair is beside me, and that Vo
hu of melody hear no more, q loving hand no Ions
caresses my rnglets-as then
IS But light CLEANS through the darkness, even
III the night so lone and drear! / see hand point
re, upwards, and it speaks of Mercy and Love!
ne "Ror the Future has its Heaven,
MY And the Past its long ago.
TIA
A HARD CASE IN LAw.-Mr. g., veteran law.
of Syracuse used to tell a story OF client, an
netunnS old farmer hy the name of Merrck, who