Cincinnati daily press. [volume] (Cincinnati [Ohio]) 1860-1862, 1861-03-25

In a few moments, 1t Is plain, from the
heavy swelling of her bosom, she is slum-
bering. This perceived, the laugh and
murmur and jest and conversation are
hushed.
Let us steal her picture as she reposes there
SO still.
She is small in stature, but perfectly
formed, and in elegant toilette. Her hair is
a golden brown; her eyes, il they were
open, would be hazel, and abysmsl in depth.
She is at once pretty and handsome.
Love is on her lips, and wisdom on her
forehead, and then the atmosphere Of good
ness surrounds her, as odor does the flower.
Who is she2
The Queen of Bohemia, though un-
crowned-worthy to wear the title and bear
the honors.
A wife, but her husband in a foreign
cline, and she free as a lark singing at the
gates of Heaven.
Not happy, perhaps, though she passes
much Other life in acts OF kindness and charity
to others.
Great pity, truly, that Happiness Is born
of doing good to our fellows is a fond delu-
sionl
Experience teaches far too many that the
best of mortals are rendered wretched by the
very beings they benefit; that those who
make hourly sacrifice for humanity are
themselves sacrificed at last.
To our Queen of Bohemia no suffering ma
ture applies in vain.
Her heavenly sympathy and her liberal
purse spread sunshine wherever they can;
open the easements of the heart to every
darkened soul, to let in the glorious light of
the required day.
No ascetic our spiritual sovereign.
She lives alike for beauty, for art, for cul-
ture and for good.
She quits her rich boudoir and a gay circle
of loving friends to seek the abode of pow
erty and sit by the couch of pain.
Courtesy is in her mien, and in her heart
a precious cordial for every wound.
She labocs to make all within her presence
happy; and if wretched, as she often is, she
hides the cloud behind artificial smiles.
If she weep it is alone, or in the bosom of
those she loves, to whom her grief is sacred
as a mothers blessing.
While we have been relating her little
history, she has awakened.
Tell her not what has been uttered.
She would not have her good deeds blaz-
oned.
The harvest of her charity is sown in
silence and away from curious eyes.
BOHEMIA ON THE PROMENADE.
The scene changes but Bohemia is still
upon the stage.
Take your stand, patient reader, upon
Fourth street, and observe the various b.
hemisns as they pass.
Few recognize them among the many.
There is one, the journalist, the editor of
the most thoroughly independent ne wspaper
probably, in America.
In its columns are all themes discussed
without fear or favor.
Humanity can always find a foOthold
there.
That Journal endeavors to be just TO all.
Strong, positive and bold, it defends no
party and no sect; but where wrong or
error is, is quick and eager to expose one or
the other.
Opposed to all sham, be its guise that of
politics, benevoleuce or piety, it often offends
the pretenders, but evokss the admiration of
the genuine and sincere.
A discarder of forms, a despiseT of can't
the editor is called an Ishmaelite by many.
Yet has he charity in abundance, and does
good in a hundred ways, and all unknown
unlees by accident.
His mission is a high one, requiring faith,
energy, courage and perseverance.
Bold was the undertaking still he has
succeeded, and must continue to succeed,
while independence is honored-while sin
cerity is approved.
In that sober attire, dark and plain as the
robe of a religious, moves q woman quietly
along; a contrast to the gay apparel of her
modish sisters. Her face is very pale; the
vailed light of sorrow is in her eyes. She has
struggled, she has suffered but her air oil
self possession gives assurance Of iron will
behind her purely femiaine features.
She, too, is of Bohemia and OF Mercy-land,
and her path has been over the shards Of
prejudice, and through the miasmata Of mo-
tives misunderstood
Her duty, as she conceived, lay differently
from her inclination, and she did not hest
tate which to follow.
Against the wish of friends, the command
of parents, the counsel Of relatives, she en-
tered a profession taboOed to her sex, be
caused she believed that it contained ca
pacity for untold good to others.
H.. .uaAs.ok o~d Ao- -oo11n uara -srhf
Her determination has overruled oppo
sition; her ~inexhaastible b~enevOlence hA
silenced eavil.
A Sister of Charity, consec5ated by he
heart to her vocation, though she may holC
no dogmas of the church, and her sd1e re
ligion be that good IS God, she is the Christ
/ ian in practice.
The countless woes she has prevented, AM
the positive blessings abe has scattered, hav,
r eanonized her while living; given her
seulptared saintship in the inches Of grstefa
Q recollectiohs.
Another journalist is threading his wa
/, through the throng of the foot eohoing paw
f and he likewise is of Bohemian baptism.
T Sufficient genius and culture are his I
g make him famous, had lie ambition or var
ity to a large degree; but as it is his gif
a ere poorly used.
What boots it, thinks he, whether ] al
Y known TO millions or to a hundred.
Q The little l may do without effort, I wi
do; but nothing more. l shall not slice
: more pleasantly in the grave because m
d name is repeated by lips that would not hav
thrilled in sympathy with mine.
D. Why fret, why toil2
o The shadow Of the tomb extinguishes I
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