The Middlebury register. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1850-1882, 1859-02-23
POETRY.
Two Pictures,

Self drawn, of two maidens Of about the san
age-the one from Newport, the other from Va
ley Farm. Of course we give Miss Flora the fir,
place-news from watering place is 3" so inte,
esting!" and we are so hatterod at receiving it.
there will be plenty Of time for lily -ofthe- vale
Lucy Afterwards.
FIRST PICTURE.
Oh, dear-a.mo denr-a.me, dear
Mamma, III never survive!
1t is so hot and crowded here,
I'm far more dead Il an rlve
We are up three flights Of stoirs,
In room eight by eleven
And this is what Belle Browne declares
Is being in the third heaven ~
We've brought nine trunks with US
Packed with the greatest care
Our lovely things are all in mus,
And not peg to spare!
There's a crease in every jtpt,
Tissue, and moire, and lace;
And never can expand my hoop
In this contracted place.
No never can, say
For my hoop is ten feet wide,
And the room is only eight one wsy,
With bed In It beside.
The sun gares down so hot,
Ny face is like beet;
Still this is called "a charming spot"-
This seaside" cool retreat ~
ifuppose the oceans near
do not hear 1t roar
| vish thet lror, tLi. MI ydor- h.,o
could gaze upon the shore.
But at the proper hour,
Isuppose we'll walk about,
And see the tide come driving In,
And the men go driving out.
There's the first dinner bell
never shall get dressed
might have worn chintz as we'll,
This is so squeezed and pressed
How are my braids, mammal
Are my bretelles all right2
They cay De Spanelrs comlng-lsl
Hook perfect fright!
There's one thing nice for all
The dinner and the band,
And every night dance or ball,
Or drive-you understand.
II it were not for the hea:,
And the crowd-one don't know who
And the rooms-this place would be % sweet
Say, mamma, will ] do2
SECOND PICTURE.
will rest hero, halfway up the hill,
Where all is so cool, and bright and still
The light clouds over the heavens pass,
And their shadows over she ripping grass.
lam the happiest Of happy girls,
As the soft wind blows nv careless curls.
And sit here under the chestnut.tree,
Waiting for one who is coming to me
wonder II Robin will like me 60
My dress is as smooth and white as snow;
And this blue ribbon about my waist
Is on purpose to please his lively taste
He'll asl; what blossoms grow here about,
But never the innocent trick find out
I've sprinkled my bosom as thick as can be,
With leaves Of rose, and pink, and sweet pea.
Oh, how love this beautiful world
The golden moss Mt my feet Is cured-
The squirrel laughs In the chestnut tree,
As he tumbles the rough burrs down on mel
The violets look like infants eyes
My heart yearns after the sacred skies,
The lilies blow at the south.win IS touch
And Robin, be loves ne alb, 20 much
My home Mt the foot of the hill doth lie,
There live father and mother and l.
Robin he prfises my sun lit curls,
AMI I'm the happiest Of happy girlsl
Verify, the standard Of happiness differs with
iiferinig minds and educations. The simple child,
Lucy, just rs like as not washed and ironed that
'ame white dress herself, AMI FOLDED it away In
ler drawer with sprlgs Of sweet clover and rose.
nary, agains, that summer Saturday afternoon,
when she shonld climb the hill and wait for Robin
o come home and take tea with her. If she had
known that our friend Flora had thirty-Hve
lresses, and twelve bottles of Lubin's " choicest
extracts" she would rever have dared to con-
ess 10 her own innocent satisfaction.