Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, Va. [W. Va.]) 1852-1859, 1858-04-21
written for the Tntelllgencer.l
8 Me NJ o r Y.
a vase of flowers.

DerfectiOn oftOrln nor IN perlecIlon OIL leaIuTeS5
but very beautiful in soul and mind, and good
ness and gentleness. Her brown hair was done
plainly from off her face, and the quiet looking
gown she wore in such becoming ease, seemed
to>make US doubly welcome.
The flowers had been plucked but hour
before from out the little garden just behind the
house and their perfume was as sweet and fresh
as If born in some golden cline. Flowers are
lovely at all times; but when the winters dark
and gloomy days are but gone and the memory
of SHOWS and bitter winds is clinging TO us still,
how gladly do we welcome each bud and bios
som that comes to chase the dreary remem-
brance away.
And so we stood beside the beautiful Hya-
cinths, and talked of the days gone by, and the
life to come. Wewent back over the pilgrimage
of our young lives, and dreamed of the hallowed
past. There is that in the odOr ola flower, which
will often take on memory's pinions far down
the hill of time, to the sunny glades OF child
hoods days, and bring before US again thou
sand sweet and holy things almost forgotten IN
the whirl of busy life:
There is no heart without hallowed past
care not how dark and gloomy the life gone by
has been, nor how much of sorrow the soul
hath known before; it matters not how bright
and beautiful the present may be, nor how full
of hope the future seeIns-Still the heart must
cling in silent admiration, to the almost forgot
ten Past, and in the memory of even darkened
dreams and buried hopes, 6ndisuch calm and
holy consolation, as comes not,in the brightest
hours of present life, in the fairest anticipa
tons of the dim future.
Ali the remembrance of the past is like
the memory of some dear heart whose beatings
are Stilled forever in death. 1t may be painful
to think that she can come no more with her
love and smiles and goodneSs-butit is sweet
to remember her kindly words and warm en-
braces and aiFectionate manner-So sweet, that
though we may weep at her early death, we
can but rejoice in her eternal life. More than
that we must feel our association with heaven:
must feel the silllen cord of her love, entwining
about our hearts, and even leading us up
ward in thought and soul and action. And SO
it is with the remembrapceS of the past. Be
they dark and gloomy, we must feel that the
sufferings we endured were born of life, and like
the thorns about rose, held our hearts away
from each temptation, whose witchng perfume
attracted us on every side And while we look
deLpon the sweet and scented Hyancinths before
u.s. could but liken them unto the beautiful
girl whose hands had placed them there. She,
in her purity and genteness, seemedas fplucG
ed from the garden of the world: and in her
heart was such wealth of love us would per-
fume the inner chamber of every soul about
her. MotherlesS, and almost alone, she, like
the flowers, had grown up in the natural soil
of her own truthfulness, and shielded only
by the choking" of an inherent and most
lonely virtue. And as the flowers had been
offered up to perfume her parlOrs and beautify
her sweet tempered taste-SO was she soon to
be lifted from her home, and upon another bo-
som and for another heart, to breathe out all her
pure soul inneyer ending love.
But the flowers before us would wither and
die. They could not live away from their gar
den home. Not SO with her love. Close shell
tered within his heart, it will bloom freSher and
tresher unto DEATH The affection growing up
within her soul, like unto the green pines of her
mo- MI NUi0 fIt r'S
sun and through the winters blast, be as YER
dant and beautiful as in its early life He may
grow cold and careless and forgettul of every
plIghted VOW; but she will love him srill-.lnvc
him, though it break her heart to feel she is for
gotten. The flowers on the table will perfume
the room, place them where you will, until they
are quite withered and dead-nnd her affection
will hnger about his cold and unfeeling heart,
until the soul of love which was born of heav-
en-, hath been waited to God again.
We know there are many. in the world who
will smile at thiS-but We know also that there
is nothing beneath the sun so pure and holy and
lasting and unselfish true womane untram-
melcd love. We talk of tickleness and trcach.
cry and deceit, and all that-but believe us:
'rhe heart wounded once, may throb till it
breaks, but never feels more" Men cannot
from their very natures, understand this Their
love is wild and furious, and like unto some
ver'srapd stream, flowing onward impetuously,
till it hath been dashed into the spray of envy
or careleSSneSS or suspicion or tickleneSs. But
a true woman's love is like unto the deep water
current, that ripples not the surface, though on
its silent depths the great current Of the life
stream is tloated down. You may agitatc the
surface of the stream with pebbles of doubt and
suspicion, and see the waves subSide into calm
ness again-but the weights have sunk to the
bottom, and never again will the heart current
be free from their oppression.
And while we stood beside the vase of flow
ers, | could not believe that one so good and
beautiful, would ever know tho darkness that
follows after affections departed light. From
my heart prayed heaven would shelter her be-
meath the noble wing of a noble heart and never
leave so frail bark to the merciless waves of
suspicious sea.
And now when in the silence and solitude of
my lonely room, ut this lonely hour of the night,
go back again, oh!lady, on the pinions of mem
DRY, and entering your parlor, as BEFORE stand
with you beside your vase of hyacinths and lis
ten to the sweet tones of your voice, and catch
the soul of your love for the absent one, floating
through the perfumed chamber of your heart,
and hear in the music of Juanita, another voice
| entreating thee to clean upon his heart;' and IN
every thrilling tone, behold how he is worship
ped,-I can but feel how pure and good thou
art can but feel how very, very happy he
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