The Fremont weekly journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County, Ohio) 1867-1877, 1868-02-21
FROM the Riverside Mag zios.
SIXLlTTLE PRINCESSES.
| And yYhat They Turned Into.
TcoNTINUED.1

"Their heads were all turned last
evening, / suppose" she said to her
self. E'Good-morniug, Moinal What.
not at work? 1t is not possible that my
dress for tonight is already finished !"
81 am not the family seamstress,"
replied Moina why should rise
early to prepare your dresses, while
you lie idliDg in bed? Do you really
imagine, because you happen to he
prettier than l, that ! am therefore to
spend my whole time in serving you|
Delicieuse made no answer, but her
eyes filed with tears. Never before
had harsh language fallen upon her
ears. She hurried away, hoping to
find refuge with Reima.
You see l am behind you all this
morning" she said, approaching her
sister. " Are you at work on new
picturel Have you finished my pOr-
trait ~
"Your portraitp cried Reima, scorn-
fully; "not l! Why should finish it,
pray9 Are you not content with see
ing every body at your feet, but must
you see yourself on canvass also"
"My dear, you must have eaten
something that disagreed with you last
night" said Delicieuse. Otherwise,
1 do not see what makes you so i'll
humored."
"I am not ill-humored," said Reima.
81 am only out of spirits. Do go
away, child, and leave me in peace"
81 am going, you may depend" re-
turned" Delieieuse. "For my part, l
am quite willing to leave you to your
self" 7fsf. HHGa isG
"Delicieuse is getting positively dis
agreeable!' thought Reima. "She
thinks that, because she is so handsome,
she can talk as she likes. And, to be
sure, so she can. All! / wish 1 were
as beautiful But all 1 am good for is
to stand here and daubp
Delicieuse passed on, rufflsd and dis
pleased. 81 suppose Reima takes airs
upon herself because so much was said
of her genius last evening"" thought
she. alt must be delightful to be a
genius! As to beauty, must own
that am tired already of mine. What
an amount of nonsense it makes people
talk p
At this moment she espied Mosella,
who sat reading by herself, and Papeta,
who picked faded bouquet to pieces,
at little distance.
Have you inseperables quarreled
also !"she cried.
" What do you mean 2" asked Mosel-
la. "Gannot one take up book with
out being taken to task Z"
"And is picking bouquet to pieces
worse than lying in bed all the morn
ing" demanded Papeta,
Every body seems out Of humor,"
said Deiicieuse. 81 feel low-spirited
myself. If l could sing and play as
you two can, would soon cheer myself
up. Come, do play little, MOsella!
And you, Papeta, pray sing till you
charm us all into good spirits again."
"There's no use in playing. Nobody
viii listen," replied Mosella.
"Nor in singing, for it sets every
body to talking" said Papeta. "A6,
Delicieusel you lucky creature! Why
should you have all the beauty of the
family!"
"And why should the rest Of you
have all the talent" asked Delicieuse,
half-crying. "But where is NoyellaF'
"Novella," replied Papeta, is medi-
tating suicide. She has lowered like a
thunder-cloud all the morning. 1 saw
her with my own eyes tear up all her
papers and throw them away"
"All her amusing tales and lovely
poemsp cried Delicieuse. "Ob, if 1
could but write as she does! But 2
can do nothing. l cannot cut in the
magical way MOina does, nor paint like
Reima, nor sing and play like you two
gifted creatures. All l am fit for is to
be dressed ike doll, and to hear peo-
pie say silly things about my face and
my figure"
So saying, Delicieuse, hitherto the
gayest gladdest of mortals, began to
cry in good earnest.
In the midst of this scene, the Queen,
who also had slept late, came to rejoice
in the sight Of her darling children,
and was shocked TO find the state they
were In. In vain she coaxed, scolded,
and at last shed tears. Not one would
confess the cause of her melancholy.
In her despair, the Queen sent for
the Countess Reynosa, who soon made
her appearance, with her usual nom
chalant air.
"You dear ereaturesw she cried, on
seeing the six wOeful faces, "eaeh of
you shall confess to me in turn, and I
will promise to put you out of misery
before this day closes. Come, Moina;
l will begin with you"
She drew the reluctant Princess
away to the Queens private cabinet,
and caressed and condoled with her,
until at last she learned all about the
visit of Media
" Has that little monster really made
yon a yisit!" she exclaimed. "You
should know her, then, by her real
name, and never again permit her so
much as to whisper a word in your
ear. Her name is Envy"
Moina shuddered.
"She has made me very unhappy"
said she, and made me lose all pleas
ure in the only gift 1 really possess.
And, indeed, why should |, Princess
royol, sit always at work, like common
seamstress |"
4" Like an uncommon seamstress, you
mean," replied the Countess. "Indeed,
l know of no reason save this-People
who have gifts always ike to exercies
them, as babies do their arms and legs.
They find pleasure in this exercise
themselves, and give pleasure to others
besides"
But my sisters are all admired so
much more than l p
eyes, they too have their gifts. Why
not! Why should Nature give you
talent and withhold her gifts from
them?"
But my talent is so small when
with theirs.''
"Then, because it is small, you fancy
it best to let it lie idle. Then how will