Alexandria gazette. [volume] (Alexandria, D.C.) 1834-1974, 1860-06-12
MISCELLANEOUS READING.
LITTLE LULY.


She sits in her chair in the chamber,
minnikin moody and mild,
And old people seem to be puzzled
AT seeing our serious child.
She rocks to tho hymns she is humming,
And gloomily fixes her gaze
On figures that flash in the freight,
And float in the ianciful blaze.
To birds in the parlor she prattles-
The painted birds up on the wall,
And spreads for them daily such dainties
As berries and water for all.
Then closing the door very gently,
She takes at the key hole peep,
She says they are eating and drinking,
She saw them so once in her sleep.
She Tolls on the floor by tho fender,
And gives the Old Lion hug
The Old Lion woven in worsted--.
That lies on the new parlor rug.
She pats him and calls him sold Fellow"
And tells us she saw him on guard,
At the gate for the bug -b0oS coming
One night when twas showing SO hard.
She cuts up her calico pieces
And sews on her curious things.
And working her whimsical patterns,
She sits by the seamstress aud sings.
She dresses them up every day,
And each has its place and its plsything,
And each its particular play.
When sometimes she gives them q party,
The Chess men are bid to the "Hall,"
The Kings and the Queens and the Bishops
Are brought to the playhouse Ball.
The Knight never goes in the parlor,
But stands on the outside Of course,
The ladies eXprcssing-sa Luly-
Regrets that he can't leave his horse.
When supper comes on in the evening,
She works with farcical zest,
And keeps up the party quite gaily
By talking for Hostess and Guest.
The king at the head Of the table,
The Queen at tho opposite place,
All standing in stateliest order
She makes the Old Bishop say grace.
My Luly had lost ayoung playmate,
The last of lingering race,
We carried her down to tho cedsrs,
The bosky old burial place.
She chung to me closer that evening,
Said Gather, when Luly shall die,
Don't cover her up in the graveyard,
TO keep her away from the sky"
l told her the grave was Gods garden,
To plant out His prettest flowers,
That thence they were moved in His mercy,
To bloom in His beautiful bowers.
The blossoms He buries in winter,
And coyersin snow from the cold,
So like the shroud wrapped around Cary,
The sunlight of spring will unfold;
That even tho loveliest lily,
That lolled on the LATEST wave,
In winter time burics its beauty,
And blooms again blanched in the grave.
A smile in her pretty eyes played then,
A moment forgetting her pain,
The tears seemed ~ sparkle with gladness,
Like Sunshine when streaming through rain
She said she was dreaming 20 sweetly,
Last night in her nice little bed,
That standing on clouds in the starlight,
The heavens were touching her head.
That then came the dear little Cary,
But only to kiss through the blue,
As oft at the pane in The window
Your Luly plays kissing with you.
asked her show Cary had enteredt'
She said, with her serious air
"The moon, suppose, did just open,
And God carried Cary through there"
Oh, Luly, my dear little angel,
God grant that We both may be blest,
That the moon which has opened for Cary
May soon roll away for tho rest.
thank Thee, O Father Of Heaven,
Because from the prudent and wise,
Thou hidest those things Thou reveaest
To babes with their heavenly guise.
Him who is invisible seeing,
They walk in a glorious light,
And even so let it be, Father,
For so itseems good in thy sight
CAMERON RIsQrS.
-Sop,hcra Literary lnss,enger.