The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1869-01-03

and resolution, stalked into the house, ND into
| the drawing-rOom, where Lucy was sitting
| with n hypocritical air of innocence at the pia
| no; where Fid with his future wife nestled
| pleasantly in a corner; where Major White,
and Mr.. Davis were discussing coffee and poll
| tics. Striving to smile, stole to corner O.
| the room and mastered by the sense of nv owl
misery, sat down far from every one. Lucy wa,
singing. Her voice was brilliant with its &C
customed buoyancy; her nimble fingers chased
the keys with their usual rapidity; her very all
| was instinct with a sense of happiness Listen
"Upand down the world may go,
The stars die out, suns cease to shne
But lowly cot and passionate heart.
Sweet sage, are mine, and enough for mine.
There's music in his hghtest tone,
His breath is like the lighted Glove.
GIVE others power, and thrones andcrowns,
La! la! La! content and love-"
"Parkson," said Mr. Davis, as Lucy ended
and with a shake of luxuriant curls, turned
jestingly to Kate, go down on your knees and
"The prisoner is entitled to copy of the in
dictment. Am not, sir 2"
"And you shall have it, my boy" he replied
How dare You absent yourself all this time
without permission 7"
"Oh! 1 beg to offer the amplest apology.
The truth is, took the liberty Of breathing a
cigar on the lawn"
the Major. -
learning grievous notwithstanding, indeed, a
confirmed truant." She said this with so much
playfnlness and looked at me SO reproachfully,
that gave her the credit of being of the
most consumate diplomatists had ever met.
p" He's not right this time" said the Major
" demand u cOurt-martial."
And would suggest" cried F'd, I" that Miss
Davis be named President"
Voted unanimously" cried the Major.
" Miss President, charge the prisoner with de-
sertion from his post"
And what is the prisoners defenses' asked
Lucy.
gave her keen, cold look His only de-
fense," replied, is" silence"
Well,' said Lucy, with mock, heroic air,
- considering the extreme youth and general
good conduct of the accused, the court shall be
lenient, and only condemn him to Il fine ola
song"
The decision was graciously received, and
went to the piano.
Comic sentimental, Miss Whitley, which
do you prefer :"
1T is Miss Davis's privilege to choose, be-
lieye, Mr.. Parkson."
"Not this time" said, with an affectation
of gaiety. ".Pray choose. never differ with
a lady point of taste"
/ saw Lucy start from her chair, and walk to
the mantel-pece.
ooh, thank you. Well, lett be sentimental"
touched the piano.
Stop, stop! my young friend" exclaimed
first Pope always does so. What is it about :"
/ turned round. Lucy was leaning thought
fully on the mantel-piece her face around from
the light argument; Major; rs, regret
to say, very common argument. knight
loves u lady, and she pretends to return his
affection. He discovers that she is false /; and
that, in his absence she encourages the address,
es of a rival, to whom she conveys letters by
stealth" / saw Lucy's bosom heave quickly
Gone night he discovers her secreting Il letter
addressed to his rival in rent-roll-queer,
isn't it f-and, on returning to the banquet
where the ladies' bards, and knights are assem-
bled, he takes a harp and sings this lay"
"What a capital idea," said Mr.. Davis.
hope the lady didn't die"
IL hope not" I replied -" but the affair is
only small fragment from an everyday his
tory. Here it is"
1.-THE glory of the summer time decays,
And broken moons around our planet rangei
Leaf tree, and brook, and even love are types
OF one, slow paced eternity of change
little speck of canker in the flower,
A little rim of darkness on the moon
From narrow things the fruit of fate OF chance,
The myriad changes of the earth are hewn
DO I reproach her if she shares the fate
OF ali sweet natural things that breathe or blow
If from the common to the rare she turn,
DO i reproach her as inconstantf No!
Mine is a love that wakes to sacrifice,
And moves Obedient unto her desires. =
If she would worship one, abjuring me-
I'd cast my heart upon his altar fires
Peace 60 with her and blossom at her feet
Peace 10 with her whom love none the less.
Dumb all reproach but now and evermore
The benedction of forgetfulness."
"Rather heavy, that" observed Major Whit
1ev-1yhen / had ended. "Why are young peo-
pie so fond of raising ghosts-even at Christ
mass ?"
"You forget, papa" said Kate, e" that Mr..
parkson was requested to sing q sentimental