Clarksville chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1857-1865, 1859-04-15
CHAPTER VII.

"Sr scarce my, life with fancy played, sei oi
Before dreamed that pleasant dream.
Still hither, thither, idly swayed,
Like those long moses in the stream"
Alfred Tenuyson.
"Hurrah, hurrah schools out, no
doubt. Minnie Barker, I'll bet / can beat
you to that poplar" sagb ssI 5ts ssr
The school children here they come
like stampede of prairie colts. Wboop
Hallool Their tangled locks, which the
busy little fingers have been threading
from sheer ennui for the past two tedious
hours, floating on the breeze. How they
dance and scream and toss about in the
very abandonment Of Freedom the little
limbs, so weary and listless short time
before, until dislocation seems inevitable.
Casting care to the winds and entering
with unburdened hearts upon the sports
of the present without one anxious thought
for past or future. And because of this
happy faculty of banishing the recollec-
ton of past troubles from the enjoyment
of the present, grown up people shake
their experienced heads and moralize upon
the evanescence of childish wees, and
covet their immunity from suffering =
Ignoring the,important fact that the very
intensity of grief shortenes its duration.
The little heart may swell almost to
bursting, and the rosy lip may quiver with
suppressed emotion, the blue eyes fill with
tears and the young heart bow beneath
the weight of woe until they brim and
overflow like violet-cups in midsummer
storm, but wiseacres smile because hey
have passed the Rubiconr of childish
griefs and administer that sugar-plum Of
consolation, ,'Never mind you'll get over
it before you're twice married" As If the
knowledge that the pinched fingers OF
bruised toe would cease aching before some
future time, specified so far away in the
dim perspective of life's long route that
the childs short vision cannot descry it
would lessen the present pain.
miserable comforters are yei'' exclaims
the heart of the juvenile Job and weeps
on until time or new toy heals the
wound. at I'D. o.. ...,. Ga. .t........ d..
Lily stood at the door of her school
room watching withoutreprooft the sportive
group; happy thought coloring autumns
hues with richer glow and imparting a
blither tone to the wild birds carol She
waited patiently until the children had
finished their evening sport, and then
locking her desk and carefully closing the
door and blinds, proceeded slowly down
the oak shaded avenue as if fearful o.
dissipating by communion with coarsei
objects, the enhancing dream that height
ehed the pure coloring of her cheeks ant
deepened the dimples about her rosy
mouth. ... r....i.i.. .stt .r
Sitting down upon a messy log sht
twisted the wild-Aowers, gathered almos
unconsciously during her walk, into {
wreath and wound them about the ribboI
that encircled her gipsey-hat. Her heavy
satchel fallen from the niche where sh,
had placed il, streyed its contents abou
her seat, A boquet Of rare exotics la,
upon her lap while she re-perused thu
tiny, perfumed note found concealed amiC
it's clustering leaves. There was Mt
signature, but Lily's heart needed non,
but the mystic language of flowers t.
whisper the donors name.
"Are you a pupil of the Academy
Miss ?" Startled Lily from her absorbing
occupation, and sent shower of purpl,
blossoms from the creeper that shaded he
seat, upon the yelvety turf. An elegan
/, looking gentleman dismOunted from hi
horse almost beside her.
"No sir. am the teacher replied
Lily rising and collecting her scattered
text books.
"The teacher" he exclaimed with al
accent of surprise. "Excuse me, Mis-
Aylmer, my name is Leroy. was goinI
to call upon you at your lovely little re
treat, but was scarcely prepared to see s