Western Reserve chronicle. [volume] (Warren, Ohio) 1855-1921, 1858-05-19

Inc leaves thai,glVe It's oittefnesS,
Nor prize the colored waters less,-
For in thy darkness and distress,
New light aud strength they give,
And who has not learned to know
How false its sparkling bubbles flow,
How bitter are the drops of woe
With which its brim may overflow,
He has not learned to live.
LoNGFELLow.
1t was sunset. The day had been one
Of the sultriest of August. 1t would seen
as if the fierce alcmbic of the last twenty
four hours hal melted it like the pear
in The golden cup of Cleopatra. and j
lay in the West fused mass of trans
parent brightness. The Z Election from
the edges of hundred clouds, wander
ed hither and thither, over rock. and
tree and flower. giving "a Strange, un-
earthly briiliancy to the inost familiar
things.
A group of children had gathered
about their mother in the summer house
of garden which faced the sunset sky
The house was one ofthose square, state
", wooden structures. white, with green
blinds, in which of old times, the beuel
classes of New England delighted, and
which remain TO Us as memorials of re
spectacle past. Itstood under the arches
of two gigantic elms, and was fanked on
either side with gardens and grounds
which seemed designed on purpose for
hospitality and family freedom.
The evening light colOred huge bo-
quels of petunias, which stood with thcir
white or crimson faces looking west
ward. as if they were thinking creatures.
Itillamined fame colored verbenas, and
tall columns of pink and snowy phloxes,
and hedges of August roses, making
them radiant as the flowers of a dream.
The group in the summer house re-
quires mole particular attention. The
father and mother. whom we shall call
Albert and Olivia, were of the weallhiest
class of the neighboring city, and bad
been induced by the facility of railroad
travelling. and a sensible way of viewing
things, to-fx their permanent residence
in the quiet little village of O.. Al
bert had nothing in him different from
multimdes Of hearty, Joyous. healthy
constituted men, who subsist upon daily
newspapers, and fnd the world a mos
comfortable place 10 live in. As 10 Oliv-
la, she was in the warm noon of life, and
picture of Vitality and enjoyment. a
plump, firm cheek. dark eye, moth
erly fullness of form, spoke the being
made to receive and enjoy the things
of earth, the warm hearted wife, the in
dulgent mother, the hospilable mistress
ofthe mansion. II is true that The smile
On the lip had something of earthly pride
blended with womanly sweetness,-the
pride of one who has as yet known only
prosperity and success, 10 whom no mis-
chance has yet shown the frail basis on
which human hopes are built. Her foot
had as yet, trod only the high places Of
life, but she walked there with a natural
grace and nobleness that made every
one feel that she was made for them and
they for her.
Around the parents were gathered at
this moment charming group of chill
dren, who, with much merriment were
proceeding 10 undo bundle the father
had just brought from the city.
aHere, Rose said little Amy, blue
eyed. faxen haired pet, who seemed to
be privileged character, ''let me come
don't be all night with your orderly
ways; let me cut the string" A sharp
fash of the scissors, quick report of the
bursting string, and the package lay
opened 10 the little marauder. Rose
drew back, smiled, and gave an indul
gent look at her eager younger sister and
the two little ones who immediately
gathered around. She was one Of those
calm. thoughtful, womanly young girls,
that seem born for pattern elder sisters
and for the stay and support of mother.
hearts. She watched with gentle, qui
ct curiosity, the quick and eager finger.
that soon were busy in exposing The nys
teries of the parcel.
There's dress for Rose" said Amy
triumphantlY drawing out delicate mus
lin: Il can always tell what's for her"
"How?" put in the father, who stood
regarding the proceeding with that all
of amused superiority with which The
-wearers of broadclolh look down en- iht
mysteries Of muslin and barege.
How" said Amy, why, because
they look just like ner. IfIwere to see
that lilac muslin in China, should say
WAS meant for Rose. Now this is mine
1 know.--ihis bright pink; isn'tit, nam
ma? No half shades about mel''
"No, indeed, said her mother; sitha
is your greatest fault, Amy"
"0h, well, mamma, Rose has enough
for both; you must rub US together ai
,hey do light red and Prussian blue, Il