Daily Nashville patriot. [volume] (Nashville, Tenn.) 1857-1858, 1857-02-09
From the Huntlville American Indepe dent.
A Trihnfa IN Clara
OF BraDsNEsr COTTAGE NASHVILLE, rssssssEE
BY HENRY WALTON.

must be pardoned the boldness Of express
ing my heart felt thanksto theabove-mentioned
Clara, whose heart breathings vibrate so musi-
cay upon my dying ear With all due defer
ence to our relative positions as strangers
trust my expressed thoughts" will be received
in that spirit of kindness which elected their
committal. Neither would SO far forget the
privilege the nom de plume gives, as to know.
ingly trespass upon the 'delicacy OF feeling
instructive to natures Of snch high order.
Hoping, therefore, that You will pardon whats
ever Ito you) may seem to SAVIOR OF Wild en-
thnsissn or extravagance in word, l do most
huinby and sincerely wish you may long live
10 enjoy the fall fruition OF happiness you so
richly merit.
Your position is high and noble one, and
adds brighter lustre to the adorable qualities
with which nature has so lavishly endowed
your sex. Among so many Of the good, tie
beautiful and the true, with which this bright
green earth is so richly blessed, it is pity
there are no more brilhants il the tiara Of
gems" to battle with you for the high social
and literary feast so greatly TO be desired, and
so little enjoyed.
There are mseries Of heart as well as pOCk-
ct, whose sordid love for the garish glitter OF
the all mighty dollar wraps in its shiny folds
the better feelings ola nature, perhaps otherwise
too puerile to appreciate its finer sentiments
They, like the babbling brook, in their natural
ignorance of real merit, may prate OF woman
sphere, and by ridicule more poignant than
criticism, attempt to define her destiny within
the boundaries of domestic cares, all uncon-
scious of the high and holy influence the cul-
tvated mind, through the channel of mater
pal love, intuitively exerts upon those around
her.
But heed them not Let their idle words
live only with the memory of their charitable
deeds-a balance in the scale or their unpro-
fitable lives. The perils of authorship are
many, and its treasures here Gas the world
counts treasure) bootless therefore l would
not have this pass for adyice-only the sad ex-
perience of self and time. But nOurish fond
hope, thou queen of song, for there are
fond aud loving hearts-though strangers they
may be-o'er whose gloomy hours the golden
melody of thy thrilling tone has fallen with
brighter halo than feeble language can ere
describe.
II You have ever felt the soothing influence
of a kindly word when heart.sick and weary
at human deception, or when, through tue dim
twilight of the soul, the deeper shades OF loves
decline for q cherished idol wore the murky
blackness of despair. then vanished rs the
fount of human sympathy burst its sparkling
waters, all unasked, upon thy thirsty soul
then you may family realize the thrill of joy
that DER me came rs | read your poem-"Ihe
Close of the Year In after year, when | am
gone, and brighter hopes and sweeter joys
shall cluster round thy heart, and lure il to
the sunlight of forgetfulness, twill add new
lustre to the holy memories of The past, TO
think you've given a balm for many a wound,
and kindled hope beyond the grave.
All there's a wild, deep wtohery in the
picture, that loves to lure my musing hours
a dream-like fascination that chains my soul
captive TO the happy thought of that existence
where folded hands DER pulseless hearts and
winding sheets round icy forms can never
come 10 sadden a home circle 10 the New Je-
rusalem.