The Fairfield herald. [volume] (Winnsboro, S.C.) 1849-1876, 1871-05-24
Isolated Affection
AN Al.i.EGOR Y.


In the bosom Of southern forest +
grew beautiful flower sweetest 49, -,
Hover Of that lonely region. Leaves e
of the purcst white, unfolding Tor the /
fist timo to tive world around. and =
revealing. rs they did 50, the iinc and
delicate iroppiugs of violet and pnr'
pie, which, ike So much hidden
wealth, had lain in its bosom. Its
order was most exquisite and 40
flower in all that forest could equal it
for sweetness or for beauty. In cx-
cclencc as in osition it was equally
nl,uc.
Dnt its destiny was not to be thus
always east alone There came TO il
one morning early in May, golden
buttcrily---a rover among the flowers
an aucent robbcr Of their sweets.
Gaily did he ply his flight through"
out the forest, now here aud there,
sporting about in sort OF weary, cr'
rant unconsciousncss. 1t was not long
before he inhaled the odor; it was
long befoIe he saw the pure, lovely
leaves, and looked down, with an
amorous eye upon it's rich drorPings
of purple and violet, which nestled in |
the pure white and tpptlcss bosom Of
the lone flower. Flying around in
mazy, contracting circles, lc eaztd
long upon the luvclincss of the flower
and each moment he grew more and
more enamo1cd. "Surcly,' thought he,
"this must be flower by itself
loves own hOwcr-bloom Y aud
budding for my eyes onl y auu denied
to all besides. 1t was my good for
tune to have found i'll will drink
Ill nestle in its bosom--pll enjoy
it's charms, as often have ] enjoyed the
charms Of Thousand others, as lovely
as this"
Even then with the thought came
the quiet res olive. Another moment
found him lying close, and pressed
upon the bosom Of the flower. There's
but u slight effort to escape from the
embrace of this intruder. The flower
murmu,s weak dis, cnt, but the MUIR
mur dies to soft sight, and is nhalcd
Us so much nectar by the close press
ing lips of the Butterfly. lie sings
to her story OF his love, and saddc$t
all the young flower BELIEVES his
tale.
Day after day he came 20 the stolen
embraces, every day becoming molc
md more fond, the lone nowvr ever
looking forth to receive him. She
surrendered her very soul to his care
and her pure leaves, grcentingcd with
his golden ringln,s, while his kisses
stained with yellow the pure, delicate
lovoincss of her lips. But she heed,
cd not this, SO long as the cmbrac,
wee iyryant the kiss still warn-
the return Of the Butterfly certain.
But when was love cltan not Of
ten. Who're the lovers "Buttcrlly,'
soun there came change over th,
habits Of the rover ; bis passion g'r"
cool and he fell CT gradually in Ia. :,
tchtiohs, the ease OF the cvnuuc'i L.,
him to nndcrvauc its acquisition
each day he came later anh later, h.
Say with the flower on each return
grew more aud more slot. Her f,el
ines perceived the ca,rangrmvut lon!
hc:o,c her reason San5ht her 10 ihiLl
on or understand ii.
At length she murmured, her re
HioaShtS a'u wv E'''N""tH '"""p -
great when love VIII venture 20 taI
"Why," said she, "Oh Why ha.
thou fingered away 50 long = VII
doSt thou not now, as before, vie wit
the sun in thy advances. lhave locke
for thee in vain The yellow beet
has been all the morning busy in
n alout me, but | frowncd upon h
app caches, the green grasSh"pl
had II song underneath my bush, an
fur me in his bosom and more tha
onco, the glittcring hummipg-bird h;
Sought my cmbrancu but shut lcav
nsaiust him thou has hcen slow
seek mc--Thou whom | have long,
so muoh to see. Gaily then the bu
terny replied to these rcproacEcs, Il
as he spoke did he heed the fast, ia
increasing palcnass of the tloN,
"O'cr u thousand forest have be
and thousand flowers ! have be
tending, none less lovely to the sig
than thou. How could thou dret
that with golden ringlcts, board, rr
and beautiful, like, mine, in $
gle lone spot | should linger, of t
wide world unknowing aughtl \
DO, mine is an exclusive split, fol
thousand affections made wou
thou have me like spider work.
still to girdle in myself.
Tho isolated flower made M,
murlpg sad reply, and lived /
long after it had made it, "Ah n
know my crror--having no wiz
myself to mate with n lover who Il;
Alas that I should have loved
fondly and so foolisly for while til
has gono over q thousand forests S
ing thousand flowers, | have kno
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