New Orleans daily crescent. [volume] ([New Orleans, La.]) 1851-1866, 1858-03-29

We have sometimes seen i little coffin, like a
cket for jewels, all alone by itself in huge hearse
mslancholy with plumes and gloomy as frown, and
ve have thought, not SO should we accompany those
. little way, who go In the morning. We have won
asred way they did not take the little coffin In the
carriage with them and lay It gently upon their laps
ne sleeper there lulled to sumber without bosom
. cradle. We have wondered what there was FOL
aesrs in such going--in the early morning from
kume 10 home like fair white doves with downy
wings emerging from neither night and lutterlng fol
entrance at the windows of Heaven. Never yet has
Gsezb been hand waiting TO take the wanderer in
and shut out the darkness and the storm.
Upon those little faces. il never seemed to us, that
Bskh could place his great seal there is no thought
81 the charnelhonse in those young listeners to that
nvitaton whose acceptance we are bound not to for
nd there should be morning songs and not signs
&esh flowers aud not badges OF mourning no tears
nor clouds, but bright dews and bright dawnings
augesher
People are not better for being indIsposed. than
wAen they call themselves sick--are theyi II you
intend to have the girl why not marry her in plain
English instead Of leading her to the altar as Abra
ham led the sheep2 Gentlemen do not go to bed,
they only retire. Ladies' never dress they merely
make their toilet they dispose their coiifures bat
HISS us, they never comb their hair. 1t is always
good evening and never good night. sa1 F
The old Garden. What need to write more The
thOaglt OF the Sweet Williams come to us again,
and the little grass pinks are sprinkng the borders
with rnbes and the blue violets cluster meeky along
The fence, and Pionles-H Heaven restore the day we
called them Pienesys filled up the corners, aud
ever there is row of Bachelors Buttons,' white
purple and blue; gay and varied enough for the
roundabout of poor Joseph.
Il is morning, and the sweet bells Of the Morning
Glories toll their perfume alongside the vine ID
b mid summer, and the old Red Rose, forever sacred
20 memory and affection, bushes aud blesses all the
sir 1t is September and the starry China Asters rise
IN rsinbowllghted consultations in the grass
The red planes Of Love lies bleeding, are waving
IN the wind aud the Marigod Of French velvet glitter
sn the ground, new coin Of gold, just struck in the
mint OF June.
There too, were the Hollyhocks, small orchestras
every one, for the summer bees many time, gath
ering the edges of the leaves Of his tinted chamber
together, have we made prisoner OF the sole singer
And there, all by ITSELF the broad disc Of the old
fashioned Sun Flower turns TO the light, while a
brown bird, the Crusoe Of the rocking world, picks
@ercely at the rare Mosaic of It's closesown field Of
needs.
There too, are the Lilacs beside the Garden gate
Singing their fragrance In at the open window, and
1nt IN the dusty street. and there, with its broad
grasp of roots fast hold OF square rod of earth Is
ahe Balm OF Gead that each year outliye the threat
u the axe and the fire.
Down the main walk, were a dozen tufts or 50 of
Garden S0rrel, and over there, were the feathery
plumes OF the Asparagus; hnd who would ever for.
give US for forgetting the Carraway and the Dill that
made the old Westinghouse fragant of a Sunday
blended with the breath Of pink and white roses.
And how, as we think Of the Garden, can we fail to
sezaember the green Haring boxes of wood, always
green, and notched at the topthe little green hop
refs wherein upon the Lilpnt acre of earth, Spring
poured its sweet treasures of sunshine and rain The
k<tle green boxes with the Geranum race - the
1902, the rose and the strawberry. And the Dew
Riah with It's tiny pink flower patterned after the
dew by each rich glossy leaf and the Ice Plant with
~ frossd verdure, that both dwelt in these little
mgHen boxes Of gardens.
And where are they ALL the old-fashioned gardens
1a6 aowersg Gone with the MoIlys and PoIys aud
Hsssyss-' as lovely and heeting as they Gone with
Coronation, aud Near with sWindham' and
wells Gone with the old messy roof and the old
R0sy bucket
So tina, hung in the we'll"
There are new names, new tunes and new flowers
30 gardens are splendid with statue and fountain
and vine shrubs, gorgeous with the glow of Tropic
tower up to skies the glacier made and furnaces
dltiase birdess June, and prolong Il through the
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