Spirit of the age. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1849-1865, 1860-11-14

her heart was lighter, even before she read,
because she knew she had an appreciative
listener. She knew, too that his love
for his little Willie never blinded him to her
faults or her defect and so she read her poem
with confidence. Tt was heart-utterance to
comfort herself, even as the good uncle had
been trying to comfort her. She read her
lines to him without fear of the knife
VIOLETS.
Buried in the earth's cold bosom,
Down below the years dead leaves;
Locked, as in darkened prison,
Heart of rose and violet grieves
Shall We never live in daylight?
Ne'er exhale our perfumed breath
In the world of bloom and beauty?
Is our life an endless death?
In the coronal of sweetness
Nature bears upon her brow,
Ours has been her frst-born fragrance,
Must our glory perish now ?
Pulse their swelling hearts with anguish, |
Rose and violet under ground
Buried beauty can but languish,
Spring and sunshine all around
Patience yet a little longer;
Love and Beauty never die,
Heat-beats wax little stronger,
And the violet breathes sigh.
Breathes a sigh beneath the sunshine;
Spreads her green protecting leaves,
And the rosebud bursts in blossom
Buried beauty no more grieves.
Take my advice, pet, as sweetly as you
have rhymed it, said uncle William BE
content to be child till you grow to be a
woman, and then be content to be a woman,
till you become an angel, and then you may
have patience till you get to be an archangel
For the present, be willing to allow his high
mightiness, Flavel johnson, to set his own
price on himself 1t is no harm to US, for we
are not obliged to pay it; but tell him to
! lasaEyss asEyss pyl pc. and her poems, and her pet
An aching heart is s''S.s;e q iis. X -
poor little girl was very sad. To give up
her first fancy and the idol a poet and ge-
MUS, was very hard. We believe she would
never have done it. She would have ideal
lied and idolized, till her love would have
been quenched in cold bath of genuine con-
tempt, but for the fact that Uncle William
expressed in this wise:
/ The fellow never found day long enough
to admire himself in. He must get forty
eight hours in day, before he will have half
time enough for seif-love and self-grat 1la-
tion.'
And it was even So And on this wise,
the pet of sweet mother, and good old
uncle, was saved from the fate that SO many
bring down on themselves, in their youth,
and inexperience, and consequent want OF
wisdom ......
The years wore on. Wilhelmina is TWEEN
ty one years old, and the dear uncle is the
same slver-haired, white bearded Mentor as
he was when we saw him last.
DO you want to know what your old un
Gle thinks of Horace Brownlewe? Well, h'
thinks that he is made of sterling stuff-tha
he will become eminent in his profession, By
industry and honesty. He does not think j
I necessary for lawyer to be rascal and b
is not above work-hard, drudging work
I till he has surmounted the necessity for il
!, But above all, he is not afraid to marry
superior woman. His wife's genius will a
o ways exalt him in his own estimation, an
never abase him. The old uncle can put hi
pets little hand into Horace Brownlowe,
: with confidence and that is saying gres
deal for man, and an old man, with love.
o Just now our new friend made his appeal
" ance and justified, so far as good looks cal
II the eulogium that we have just heard bestov
ed upon him. A manly form; a clear, ste'
!" dy eye; brew for chief justice; and gel
e teel exterior. 1t was all very fitting that
u should take charge of the golden-haired, re-
=. l. Tipped young girl, who preached patience
= herself in rhyme some years since, and VII
,e y, now wrote great deal better Horace ha
!! come to take Willie to the theatre; f
IT strange as it may seem, she allowed him
!, call her so, and only smiled sweetly On
~ calmly in his face as he did so. And he il
Sc sisted that Uncle William should 60, too, ar
IN neither felt that he would be in their way
the slightest And the old man went III
play was The Lady of Lyons; the part
Ie Claude Melnotte was more desperately mt
rs dered than We have ever seen or heard
ne and that is saying much. After every o.
had been convinced that it would be a col
an fort to hiss, when fine play was irredeeI
IN bly marred Uncle William looked at t
De- bill, and discovered that Flavel johnson "
fit the murderer of Melnotte. He pointed
70 the name, as he held the bill before With
Sc nina, and said: That jackanapes!
az :. blushed deeply, end her eyes sought rel
l1e for burdened memory, in gazing on
oa at young and manly form beside her.
le Uncle William whispered to her. :
'er turned to him again. How miserable
: should be if Heaven heard and answered I
= selfish and our unwise prayers. Tru
, Providence is better to US than our o
.el &c. wishes, hopes or fears