The Columbian. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1866-1910, 1872-11-22

Young Folks.
Queen Gentclin's Escape.
ny AMANDA It. JONES.


Now when moral lady sighs we may
we'll believe there is something sorrow
ful In her thoughts or at least, that
she is weary and needs rest. There are
such washings, ironings, and bakings to
be done, such Growing, growing, strug-
Cling babies to carry about, such fly
away, fun.seeking destructive girls and
boys to care for, such overgrown, hear
ty men to feed, that the most cheerful
of all mortal ladies must sigh now and
then.
But Queen Gentelin why she was
fairy Aud there she sat, in state, up
on an opal throne, with flights of emer-
aid stairs around it, leading down to
velvety floors, that were all strewn with
pearls, large enough and lovely enough
for a queens diadem and if Gente.
lin had chosen to lift her fallen eyelids
and look about her, she would have
seen floating around her acurtain cauo.
py of blue and white and rose, looped
with stars of cleaning silver and
wonderful rooms, with wide open doors
Of beryl, chandeliers ahlaz, with dia.
monds and window clsing5 all of the
red, red gold with fountains and
pools sparkling in crystal basins, and
vines, and sprays, snd flowers, all
drifting and waving in the winds of
fairy-land so that you could not have
dreamed anyone could ever be sorry
there. Nevertheless, Queen Gentelin
| sighed aud such a commotion as there
was about it!
"Fly, fly J" cried Lady Bandette, the
fairy queens busy little mother "fnd
the good King Fanfanero, and beseech
him to come hither. Our lady will be
paler than wreath of snow, ifs she sigh
so mournfully; and see there are two
tears upon her golden lashes. Sing to
her, elves. to quicken the roses cf her
| check before the king arrives"
Twenty elfsh ladies and gentlemen
were futtering away, like pink apple
| blossoms from the orchard trees, when a
breeze has frolfcked among them and
twenty more, with scared faces, and
eyebrows drawn dolefully down over
their blue dots of eyes. were hurrying
and scurrying about the great golden
harp that stood not far from the foot
of the throne, under a canopy of yellow
silk-all in minute.
"Oh, we must sing so sweetly," they
whispered, $50 that our beautiful queen
will smile again before the king come s,
or he will never dare leave her alone
with US again"
Then Lady Vardivel lifted her dain-
ty hand to signify that all was ready
SigHor Bossenoff struck the cleaning
strings, and like ripping torrent of
silver, the music rushed along.
Morning vapors, white as snow,
Wander in shining hock
Winds singing light and low
| Light and low,
| All about the four O'clock
To and fro, to and fro,
| 1t begins to rock and rock,
Lulled with breezy music slow,
Vangelo, walero,
Rendevera, arzhaloc
| Who the silver words can know
Morning vapors in flock I?
Birds a-fying high and low
High and low,
All about the four o'clock?
Toand fro, to and fro,
See he.branches rock aud rock,
Sleepy with the music slow;
Vaugelo. walero,
Rendevera, arzhaloc
Down among the grasses low,
Where the sunbeams fit and flock,
Sleepsa baby, white as snow
White as snow,
Underneath the four o'clock
Toand fro, to and fro,
How the blossoms rock and rock
While the zephyrs murmur slow,
Vangelo o, walero,
Rendevera, arzhaloc
"Who baby's Dire am can know
Flying In mystic flock?
Birds of vapors, high and low
High and low?
Or the sleepy four o'clock?
To and fro. to and fro,
While the branches rock and rock
Still the winds are singing slow,
Vangelo, walero,
Rendevera, arzhaloc!
"Slumber, baby white as snow!
Fairies gather in a flock
Floating downward light and low
Light and low
All about the four o'clock;
To and fro, to and fro,
Fairy-cradles rcck and rock;
Fairy songs are soft and slow,
Vangelo, walero,
Rendevera, arzhaloc -
King Fanfanero, busy with affairs of
state, sat among his fairy lords, with a