The tri-weekly news. [volume] (Winnsboro, S.C.) 1865-1876, 1866-03-22
iron THE HEws.1

bouquet OF spring flowers, Perhaps you
are as cynical as was last week, and
| will scornfully say "Who wants Jon.
.quils ?" but my fresh stock of patient
amiability can support your wrath, and
in the strength of it, I make up my
nosegay with wonderful Indifference to
the effect it may produce upon your
nerves. &. Isl
am standing by a bush of Golden
Drop which few days ago, I mentally
abused as "aaunting" and "horribly vel.
low" but which now rebukcs my blind,
ness and seems to say "Lct your light so
shine before men that they may see
your good works and glorify your Faith.
er which is in Heaven" In penitence,
pluck spray, and bid it preside over
fthe moro humble blossoms. Here is a
Hyacinth, pure and blue, whose bells
ever wear an air Of refinement and lady.
like delicacy OF coloring, white--on
pink or violet with shades that never
shock good taste nor obtrudc themselves
for admiration. In our worst Of moods,
all we can say i'll dctraction is that-"Il
| is not as swcct as ii looks" Then comes,
veritable White Jonquil Which. if
we did not see it in the self same place,
every year. we would hail with excla.
nations Of delight and whose clusters if
viewed through microscope would
reveal wax like petals, and cups of gold
from which Titania might drink. with
pleasure. 1t also boasts sisters of the
"Ambertints" to tho predominance of
which. in nature, a learned friend called
my attention very curiously last Fall.
1t is significant that these same amber
ttnts lnger sadly about US in the dying
year and make up with sudden bright.
ness, to herald the eoming spring. We
find them hidingin the breasts of each
tiny flower, and showing themselves in
the young green, shooting from boughs
so lately bare. Are they types of that
glory of which now, VIC only dream 2
Here they are, charmingly blended, in
the Daffodil that sometimes looks so
mgrace(ul and full blown dt the top of
its stem ;sand again, they take deeper
hies, m that Wall Flower, suggestive
generally Of stiff, old Tor young y maids
seated. in corner and waiting to be hand
ed in, to the suppcrs of evening parties
but to-day, waiting a faint perfume Of
the sweet Yellow Jessamine of the coast
and bringing to mind, the long caressing
vines thet have but recently flung their
golden treasures over the blaokened and
deserted ruins Of many an ancestral
home. | fancy that the grey moss hung
down more mournfully from the noble
oaks, and that the Cherokee Rose, scat.
tered its honors in unison, to pay trib
ute to part of which little else remains
than memory
The Snow Drop, gently puts in q
word of comfort. 1t blooms every
where throughout our poor country and
although / tOas cross enonghto think it
impudeht in Its modesty "Poking it's
head above ground, when blasts. were
cold, and no one was thinking of Aow-
ers" [ begits pardon most humbly, ad.
mire its lovely green and white, and &C
cept its balm--even the lesson that he
who. fulils Gods mission will never
want home upon his earth. / add its
influences to my bunch of sweets and
recall tho childish poem, wherein, after
Spring had begun
"a silver snow flake fell to Garth
Escaped from Winters clinin,"