New Orleans Republican. [volume] (New Orleans, La) 1867-1878, 1871-03-26

We are children all OF Fate.
Roses bloom I'm bleak December s8E
Unto those who watch and wait -
For the Sunday Republican,
THE COMMENTED ROSE VINE.
An Orisiaal Story fer Little Folks.
BIZ VIRGINIA BLOCKER THOMAS.
Once upon q time, in the valley of large
rivera river go long and SO wide that peo-
pie all over the world called it. the Father
Of Waters, there was garden. This gar
den was mot very spacious, and yet its size
was sufficient for the children to play
within its bounds q good. game of Catcher"
or wood tagger;" neither was it very fine
garden, but it was source Of pleasure,
which is better than being fine, and the
clover grew and bloomed rank and rich
upon its soil. eTe
In the valley where this garden was, roses
grew in vast numbers and great beauty.
Indeed, think the vale Of Cashmere, far
over the ocean, which 50 prides itself on its
wealth Of flowers, had in this valley of the
Father Of Waters powerful rival The
sun loved the valley, and the Father of
Waters flowing downward to the gulf,
kissed it lovingly and blessed it with his
refreshing vxpors, which was the reason,
suppose, that it smiled back upon them with
sucha store OF lovely blossoms.
Within the garden of which I have
spoken, and which had but a rough picket
fence, there were planted some roses, not
Of the finest sort, but still of different va
rieties, and their relations of every degree
of beauty and birth were within calling dis
lance in neighboring enclosures. Close
against the fence, some thoughtful hand
placed the root Of rose vine, so that in
days to come it might make graceful
screen for . doorway, and so shut out the
idle gaze Of passers by. The root had a
grateful heart, and it struck deep into the
ground and hunted for nourishment, that it
might send up the most beautiful shoots in
the world to repay the kindness which had
prompted its planting.
The shoots did come up green and vigor-
ops; but to their deep modification, they
were coarse leaved and struggling. Here
was state Of things they had not antici-
pated, and for while they dropped in dis
satisfaction; but the brave heart which
throbbed in their root knew better than to
let them fret.
sWhatr' it cried, '.bow your heads and
repine, because you are not granted so
graceful form and SO fine dress as your
neighbors and kinfolks! No, no; you have
heart Of grace, and you must strive to oh
tain the beauty of patience, which is more
than dainty foliage
When such thoughts stirred, the Rose
Vine, with charming contentment, ac-
cepted its lot in life, and tried with all it's
strength to Chamber to the top of the
get better view Of the world.
Perseverance, we all know, generally
brings success, and when the Rose Vine
had tried its best, and waited q reasonable
length Of time, it discovered one morning
that it could just tiptoe and peep over the
fence into the doorway, which it was in
tended to screen.
The sight it beheld, lighted up by the
cheerful spring sun, was breakfa table
Whitley. spread and wholesomely filed,
around which were gathered the father, the
mother and the children, a circle complete
rs God had made it, without one single
link having been removed, and the whole
beautifed by the presence Of tho grand
mother, set like pearl of great price in the
midst. "Ah ha y said the Rose Vine, "here
are other folks in the world who have much
to be thankful for as well as myself" and
In its satisfaction it SO thrilled that it
shouted gay salutatiOn to the loving group.
The Rose Vine continued to thrive, and
overleaping the fence it threw out long
clambering arms, and finally, having come
Of suitable age, began to look around it
for q wife. Then, as q matter Of course, it
put on it's best clothes, and wore them
every day. Not far away stood grateful
young Plum Tree, and after many sweet
chances and tender messages sent by the
matchmaking little birds and gallant but
1erfies which fluttered to and fro between
them, the Rose Vine plucked UP courage to
do his love-making openly.
Oh, how he did hang out his blossoms Of
every tint, from the deep rich pink of thu
unfolding bud, to the wan pale hue of the
falling flower.
Asa matter of courae, his neiyhbOrs
talked about him, and wondered how ht
could be so foolish as to waste his bloom,
ON little coquette Of a Plum Tree, who wal
yet too young to be sure Of bel. own mind
He. frequently felt very unhappy, but hs
loved Miss Finn Tree all the sane. and
could not believe that anything 90 pure
in appearance could be deceitful at heart.
Plum Tree, truth to say. did VIVA,
withdraw herself from the advances d
Rose Vine, and said to him quite sharply
when he would hold ont his arms towari
her 80 tenderly, "Why do you make your
self 60 silly before everybody. and the1
would look over the street at gay youn
LAmarque, who, having climbed up trelli
to see her, kept throwing der fragran
tresses.
Whatever Rose Vine felt at this time, h
didn't GET DISCOURAGED and >rJ;,.. aho,,