Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1859-05-05
For the YorkSillc Enquirer.
LITTLE GIRLS.

A beautiful blushing rosebud-a moss rosebud
is something like little girl only something like
though, for Earth does notpossess in its fairest
gardens or richest treasures any flower half 30
beautiful, any jewel half so radiant graceful,
lovely, Innocent girl. Modest as is the violet half
hidden beneath the grass and spaugled with dew
drops, IL Is not more modest than she is. Sweet
as is the perfumed' breath Of the Jessamine sway.
ing and rustlng It's golden bells, it is not more
sweet than the fragrance Of virtue and truth.
which is bounteousIy shed around her. Bright as
is the light which CLEANS from the diamond spark
ling eminent in q csrcanet Of gems, it Is not
more radiant than the love.light which illumes
and beams forth from her eyes. Light as is the
prattng and babblipg Of the streamlet as 1t goes
leaping and gliding along in its aower.decked
banks, it is not more joyous than the silvery
sound Of the musical laughter which comes wel-
ling up from her mrth-laden breast and wreath
ing her cheeks and lips with sunniest smiles
Pure as are the Pearls Whitley cleaning from the
ocean caves, or the Lilies bowling to the saluta-
tions of the breezes which come bearing the trib-
ute of rich odors cleaned from flower beds over
which they had flown, they are not more pure,
nor is pnrty itself more holy than the heart Of
little girl, fit shrine fat the indwelng Of heavens
choicest perfeotions.
He must be very wicked aud sin-polluted who
does not love little girls. love them Of all sizes
except when they are about six feet high and
Beighabout three hundred. Then, sweet and good
as they are they become rather too much Of q
good thing.
Now there is one little girl who brings the light
Of sunbeams and the odor of roses whenever she
comes near me, and have promised to tell her
q story, and as would not for the world tell her
!. a story, here goes for the performance Of the
promise. (1f it turn out to be very poor story
or no story at alt you must remember that said
I would not for the world tell a story.)
A Story FOE TINY.
Well, the winter had come and all the beautiful
flowers were dead and The birds had flown away
and carried their sweet music to gladden. the
hearts of those who dwell in the more genial re-
yions; where the sun laughs all the year round
with broad grin Of summer The melancholy
eighipg winds of Autumn had come and condoled
with the trees and these had cast their sad color
ed leaves over the graves where the seeds were
buried, waiting for their resurrection. The little
life-germs Of the future leaves and flowers were
all sleeping, covered over with their brown and
russet bed clothes; and thus though the winter
winds might blow coldly and the sleet might rattle
chilly, they were all warm and cosy. Sometimes
when it grew very cold, the Great Father would
send down his gently falling, soft, aeecy snow,
and warm white quilt would then be added to
their covering. So the winter passed on and the
germs slept on. Now the sun who had been
wrapped up in clouds as If he too feared the cold
began to.peep out and wink at the tree tops where
the iccles were hanging, and the trees were Sc
glad that they wept for joy, and threw away the
Toe. diamonds which the Frost King had given
them, (for am sorry to say they had been CO.
ouetting outrageously With old Hiems-that is
Jack Frost-while the sun was gone, and had re-
ceived many beautiful presents Of diamonds and
pearls and all kinds Of precious jewels and forth
with they began to rustic their branches and
siraighten out their twigs and primp up generally
and extensively. Then the little golden notes
: which glide up and down on the sunbeams began
to gather around the trees and nestle on their
wide spread arms, and they whispered to the
germs and buds to come forth and play, for the
old winter was dying and they must come forth
and prepare the palace and the throne for the
reception of the young and rosy spring. How
ever, the trees were timorous and rather afraid to
let the buds come out so soon and so they Vaited
lust like people do. to see who would lead the
way. Then an audacious little Plum tree came
out one morning, ard not only in summer costume,
but actually all in white as if 10 show its con-
tempt of danger by derisively sporting the livery
of Winter. No sooner did this occur than oil the
Peach trees resolved not to be outdone, and here
they came nodding and bowling and courtesying,
all dressed out in their finest blush coored raj
ment. That is to say, thought at first that they
were dressed as have just described, but little
fairy who happened just then to be futtering past
whispered to me that this was not the dress OF
the trees, but that they had heard the sweet sing
ing of the birds and spring zephyrs and had look
ed out and smiled with flowers, and so the trees
were only clothed with beauty. II expect that is
what made the Peach trees blrsh so violently. J
Finding that beauty, however becoming, is not
very substantial clothing, they then did dress
themselves in earnest or rather in green, and the
fruit trees had their clothes adorned with rows OF
round, bright, green, velvet buttons. Il suppose
the other trees fastened their clothes with strings
and ribbons and pins, but about this am not GER
tain Thus they were oil smiling and bright and
happy, when suddenly there was heard low,
rumbling, muttering sound from afar off. The
trees heard it but played on and smiled on as
brightly as ever. Then the clouds who saw the
coming of danger came and wept over the earth
for they knew that trouble was near. The old
cowardly sun hid himself quickly and put on bis
night cap Of msts and went to sleep again. The
trees played on and smiled on, but they began to
tremble and look pale, for they heard the clarion
notes which the heralding tempests blew. Then
came the army of the Frost King with sharp,
shining spears and white plumes, and they march
ed up in dreadful array and made prisoners OF
the trees. Then John the great King OF Frost
and ice and snow put on his ermine robes and
pronounced sentence on the shiyering, trembling
or;oonaro