The Camden journal. [volume] (Camden, S.C.) 1866-1891, 1869-11-11
SELECTED STORY.
From the New Orleans Picayune.
The Sweet Bazle Girls.

time, and was seated at the piano, play
ing those old fashioned airs Uncle sam'
nv loved 50 we'll to hear; and now he
sat there, softly pattiug his foot, and
gently swaying bis body to and no.
while sang Byron's Health to thee
Tom Moore It was such a pleasure
for ME to sing for Uncle Sammy, that
I had forgotten all about the party,
=. when suddenly in came Lucy, Pink and
Jenny, all dressed, aud looking as
charming as yoath, health and haPp''
ness, assisted by all the devices Of the
toilet could make them.
.How 90 we look, graudpas' said Lu.
cy.
which is the pretticst? ? said, Jenny,
conscious of her stately beauty.
(which is dressed the sweetest" said
fair.haired Pink, aud the trio promena-
ded before grsudpa's delighted eyes,
until the old man held his hands up iu
despair of being able to answer such
important questions. ..
Oh, you all look sweet enough to
eat, Just like pasle Of snowy doves
just ready for the hawks claws; look
ont you ain't caught tonight
>s0h, but I am afraid to co. said play
faI Lucy. ..-
sI'lf risk all the hawks said Pink.
Jenny said nothing, but smiled cold
and firm, as she passed before the mir
ror, noticed shc slope Of her white shoul.
ders and the polished argent of her
rounded arms.
But what have you upon you that
smells so, girls?' said Uncle Sam, drop
piag into his old fashioned way ofspeak-
ing.
oh! it's Night. Blooming Series,
grandpa, isn'tis NICE said Lucy, and
she waved her lace handkerchief before
the old mans nose.
'Pooh pooh yes it's nice enough
but Why don't you get Sweet Bazl-,'
girls, that is the sweetest stuff in all the
world
Sweet Bazle, grandpa what is that.
a new kind of perfume?
NO, child, no, its older than am;
the gals used to use it fifty three years
ago, when was gay young fellow Of
twenty odd or more. They use to put it
about them, in their tosoms, and it did
seem to me the sweetest thing in all the
world,
I'll tell you what grandpa means,'
said Pink, its kind of aplant that
grows ia the garden, like bergamot;
that is what he wants us to put oa US
to 20 to a fashionable party in New
Orleans. Now would We not be laugh.
ed at? Oh, no, grandpa, I've heard of
the fate of the girl who rolled in the
camomile bei,' and saucy Pink laughed
uerrily. Iknowu We are sweeter than
any of your sweet baz-le gals
oh, no, no. said the old man, them
sweet baz.lc gals was the sweetest gals
in oil tho world-there ain't none like
'em now
'Oh!it it's only you that have changed,
grandpa said Pink; girls ar, just
as sweet and pretty now as they
used to DO when your sweet baby girls
went to parties aud quilting frolics?
The old man laughed aud shook his
head; and while tho merry girls ran a.
way for something in the other parlor,
he continued walking up and down tho
room, murmuring softly to himself,
Them sweet baby girls; them sweet
baby girls as though there was music in
tho words. / ran my fingers over the
piano keys, I would not stop, lest the
sudden quiet should interrupt his
thoughts; but my song had died into
an echo, and I sat there watching the
white haired old man, as soft smile
played DER his features as he went back
into the distant past, and was living
over again those blissful days of youth
and love; aud those sweet lines of Ten
nyson passed through my mind:
"swee. years ago, my darling seventy years
ago."
The old man seemed to fill his heart
Of youth, he Strengthened himself, and
placing his thumbs in his vest, walked
proudly upward, as though he would
throw of