Civilian & telegraph. [volume] (Cumberland, Md.) 1859-1875, 1865-04-20
Reveries Of q Bachelor.
BY ISR MARVEL.


lin that chair yonder--not the one your
feet lie upon--but the other beside you
closer yet-Was seated u sweet-faced girl
with a pretty foot lying upon the earth. bit
parted to charm over forehead fair as any
in your dreams and If you could reach your
arm through that chair back without fear of
giving oifense; aud suffer your fingers to play
idly with those curls that escape idly down
your neck and if you could clasp with the
other hand those little white taper fingers Of
hers, which lie % temptiDgly within each, aud
talk so softly and low in the presence Of the
blazo. while the hours slip without knowledge
and the winter winds whistle uncared for
it in short you were not bachelor but the
husband Of such sweet imagc--dresm, call
it raiher-would it not be far pleasantcr than
a cold, single night sitting counting the sticks
reckoning the length of tbs blaze aud the
depth of the falling snowi
Surely imagination would bo stronger and
purer ff it could have the playful fancies Of
dawning womanhood 70 delight it, All toll
would be torn from mind labor if but another
heart grew into this present soul, quickeniDg
it, warming it, cheering it, bidding it ever God
speed Her face would make halo rich as
rainbow stop Of all such nosomc things as
VIC lonely souls call trouble. Her smile would
illuminate the blackest Of clouded cares, and
darkness that now seats you dependent in
your solitary chair for days together werying
bitter fancies, dreaming bitter dreams, would
grow light and thin and spread and foa. away
chased. BY tha! beloved smile. Your friend,
poor fellow dies. never mind that gentle claps
Of her fingers, she steals behind you telling
you not to weep is worth ten frieEds
Your sister, sweet one. is dead-buried.
The worms are busy with all her fairness.
How it makes you think earth is nothing but
spot to dig graves spon. She says she will
be sister, and the waving curls as she leans
upon your shoulder touch your cheek and
your well eye turns to meet those other eyes
God has sent bis angel surely. Your mother
alas f5r it che is gone, Is there any bitterness
to a youth alone and homeless Ike this; You
are not alone. She Is there; her tears softcning
yours her grief killing yours, and you live
again to asgaugc tia: Kind gorow Of hers:
Then these Children, rosy. fair haired. they
disturb you with their prsttle now. They are
yours Toss away there on the green swsri
Never mind the hyacinths the snow drops.
the yiJlstz, If 70 they are there. The, per-
flme Of their beautiful lips is worth al the
flowers In the world.
No need now to gather wild boqae!s to l9ye
and cherish. Things loyelisr hold your E9ul,
and she, the mother, sgeetcst and faires. Of
all, watching, tending, caressing till your onn
loving heart groSs panied with Jealousy. You
have need Of cold lecture to teach thank
fulness, your heart is fail Of it, no need now,
az once, of bursting blossoms, Df trees taking
life and greenness. 10 turn thought kindly and
thankfully; for ever beside you there Is fruit.
fo- which eye heart and s9ule are full Of un-
known, uuspoken because unfpe4kable thank
Of euriug