Richmond enquirer. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1815-1867, 1860-06-05
another Success

Not long ago 'hc scissors o! the ed:,or;s,
fraternity, from Maine 10 Texas, almost si,urI.
aneous!y clipped Z morcteu Of verse fror, the
! Sunday Delta" 1t was ore ot those stray
specimens Of anonymous publication classed
Fugitive its title an unaSSuming one--"rLc
Little Hand The unanimity with which ,hiS
little fugitive was silently transferred from one
paper to another. spoke much more abunian;i-
In its favor tra:. worlia whole broadsidc Of pu's
Evidently ;hc careless work OF an amateur
working At an auSpcious moment, none couldT
say whether lis excellence was due 20 the rea.
| power OF the author Or whether il afforded one
Of those rare instances in which oppor,u: e1-
cnmstanccs Of time, temper, occasion, dis.
position or what not, had enabled man Of or.
binary power 20 accomplish an extraordinary
| achievement Tie only ,cs, to be applied was
| that OF repetition. Can he DO it again? This
question vent TO the gSt Of the whole en.
quirv.
Well, IN or humble opinion, he has done
it (or something very nearly approaching it.
and very much ike it aS2in-ant yet again
Thc following extract from the Mag number OF
the ";Soa,irrn Literary Messenger" will enable
our readers TO judge. Another sample Of the
authors workmanship. contained in the same
number Of the same magazine, we reserve for
future insertion in our poets corner
LITTLE LULY.
She sits in hcr char in the chamber,
y mnnikin moody and mid,
And old people seem 10 BE- puzzled
II seeing our serious child
Snc :pckS 10 the HYMNS she is humniing.
And gloomiiy fixes her gaze
On figures that ;iaeh in the freight
And float in the iuncif blaze
To birds in tic pa.lor she pratt,es-
The painted birds Up on the wall
And spreads for them daily such daintes
As berries and water for all.
Then Closing the door very gently,
She takes at the key.hole peep,
She says they arc eating and drinking.
She saS them so once in her sleep.
She lolls on the floor by the fender
And gives the Old Lion hug
Tie Old Lion wovcn in w0rstcd-
That lies on the ncw paII0r rug
She pats him and calls him Old Fellow
And tells Us She saw hia, on guard,
At the gate for the bu@.a bOos coming
One nigh, when twas slowing SO hard.
She cuts up her calico pieces
And srwS on her curious things,
And workin; her whimsical patterns.
She sits b: The ScamSiress and sings.
Her babies haze all pretty names too,
Snc dresses them up every day,
And each has Its place and ITS play thing,
And each It's parlcnlar play.
When sometimes sic gives them party.
The ChesS:ncn arc bid to the 'llal'
The Kings and the Queens and the shops
Are brought to the Baby house Ball.
The kn'gat never goes in the parlor
Bu, stands on the outside Of course,
The ladies expressing says Luly---
Regrets that hc can't lc,"c his horse
When supper comes on in the evening,
She works with farcicaI zcst.
And keeps up the party quite Gally
81 talking lnr Hostess and Guest
The king III the head Of The table,
The Queen at the opposite place,
| All standing in statceSt order
She makes the Old Bishop say grace.
81: Luy had lost n ycnng playmate
The last Of 4 lingering race
We carried her down to The ccd-rs,
The 5oSky old burial place.
Snc cung to me closer llIa, evening
Said Father when Luly shall q e,
Don't cover her mp in the grar,y ard
TO keep her away from the sky"
I told her the grave was Gods garden,
10 plant out His pre,ticst flowers.
That thence they were moved in His mercy,
70 bloom in Ills beautiful bowers
Tie blossoms lie hu,eS in winter,
And covers in snow from the cold
So like the shrou4 wrapped around Cary,
The sunlight Of spring will unfold;
Tha; even the lovcest Ely
That lo!lCd on the lazirs: warc.
| In win;cr.tmr burir' lis beauty,
ind blooms AGAIN b!anchcd in the grave
4 smc in her pretty eyes played then,
\ moment forgetting her pain,
The tears seemed TO sparkle with gladness
Like sunshine when streaming Though rair
She said she Was dreaming 50 s,rcctlv,
Last nignl i'll licr nice lltic bed,
That standing clouds in the starlight
The heavens were touching her head.
| That then came the dear little Cary,
But onl? To kiss through the blue,
| As of at the pane III the window
Your Lgly plays kissing with you.
asked her chow Cary bad entered ?"
She said, with her serious ar
"Thc moor, ! suppose, did just open,
And God carried Cary TN ough there"
Oh, Lulv, ms dear littIc angel
God grant that wc roth may be b!cst,
| That the moon which has opened fo- Cary
Nay soon roll away for the rest
|
thank Thee, . Father Of Icavcn,
Because iro!n the prudent AID wise,
Thou hidcst those th!ng- Thou rcycales;
To babes with their hCavcnly suisc.
! Him who Is Invisible seeing,
They walk in glorious l'gh,,
And ercn so lct it be- Father
For SO !. seems good in Thy sight.
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