The weekly clarion. [volume] (Jackson, Miss.) 1863-1882, 1873-11-13

| You can easily guess what my feelings wer
when got back home at last;
And how, as trod on the threshold here, m,
heart beat thick and fast;
And how l had nearly told her all in burs
L o passionate bliss,
| As my darling few to welcome me home with
loving clasp and kiss
Dear heart, twas the same sweet bonnie face
nay, BONNER than before,
With the old soft charm in the lustrous eyes
that had won my heart of yore
Sweet eyes, that were moist with tender tear;
that went TO my heart TO see;
God knows that / never knew till then tbs
depths Of her love for me!
She put my hat and my stick away. and with
tender and wifely care,
Led me, who seem d so helpless and dark, to my
old accustomed chair;
And there she left minute or so, with q
kiss and gentle word,
While she ran TO bring the children down and
my heart was kindly stir d
As | looked about at the pleasant ROOM and
out on the garden view,
That all seem d so familiarity strange, so old,
and yet so new.
And dropp d back into my chair once more,
with longing akin To pain,
As l heard the children skurrying down 10
welcome me home again.
Jack, there are times and feelings, old man,
that lang udge can never paint;
And words, when | speak of that browning
scene, seem weak and feeble, and faint
Feeble indeed TO show one 1.-THE OF my bosom 5
passionate swell;
Butt dare say, you can picture it all far better
than words could tell.
could scarcely see them at first for the tears
that dimm d my yearning sight,
As they ran to meet me with eager jov, nv
younglings bonnie and bright;
And then they Chamber d up my knees, with
merry, welcoming cries,
And L look for the first time in my life in my
little darling eyes
And what did see wee girl-face, bright
and eager, and fair,
With her mothers lips and lustrous eyes and
ripple of golden hair,
And a darling rogue of a baby-boy with merry
black eyes and, All,
They both we're pleading with lips and eyes
for : story, story, papa
&" What sort of story, my dears?7 l said; "a
fairy story, ell
Well come, you We been good children,
hear, l must humor you to-day;
Once on n time, in a beautiful wood, there
lived fairy you know
l couldn't tell you the year, of course, but tbs
ever so long ago;
And all the people they loved her so, this fairy
in the wood,
For She never was cross and proud, my dears,
And she always was happiest when she made
some neighbor happy and bright
Unlike some little children l know who tease,
and quarrel and fight!
Not you, my dear? Why, of course not, child
did you fancy | should suppose
That Edie and Sid would ever do such naughty
things as those?
It's only bad little boys AMI girls that plague,
and quarrel, and shout!
But now Tor this beautiful fairy, dears, was
telling you about.
What was she like! Why, Edie, child, what a
little plague you arel
Well | fancy-Only fancy, you know-she was
something like mamma;
She'd nice brown eyes, and-let me think
yes, beautiful golden hair;
And her face was quite treat to see, it looked
so pleasant and fair.
Now in this wood hermit dwelt, in a cottage
lone and poor;
He was blind like poor papa, my dears, and
his heart was heavy and sore,
Till the fairy found him out one day, as he sat
in his lonely cot,
And thought, 8 Poor man, | must do my best
to brighten and cheer his lot!'
So she'd come and chat, and tell him the news,
till he grew quite merry and bright,
And she gave him all that she could-food,
gold, and everything but sight;
And she brought little children to play with
hlm-Sucl nice little c1lluren, miss
And he'd hear their prattle and tell them
tales, and pull their ears like this
Well, the fairy had a brother, my dears, who
was quite giant, tbs said,
And could do o my, such wonderful things,
when he took it into his head ...
And when his fairy sister was out on an err
rand of good one day,
He went alone to the blind man s hut, and
gently led him away.
Ho LODI him n where q
mighty genii dwells,
And with curious bottles, and drugs, and
books, works wonderful cures and spell
And he touched the man with his magic wand
Old his poor, dark, sightless eyes,
And he saw-Oh, the jOyl-he saw again the
beautiful fields and skies !
He was cured, my dears-he was blind no
more; and he thought with happy smile
g won let her know it all at once, but keep
it secret awhile;
For the dearest thought of his heart was this,
How glad the fairy will be,
And what fun l shall have with the children
when they come to play with me"
Well, he found the fairy waiting at home, and
she started up from her chair, -,
With her face all flush and eager-Hke. as
mammals over there;
And she press'd her hands, as mamma does
now, to her throbbing brow. just here
Why, Bessie, my darling, what is 1t now how
you IflRnttH u lelIo"3 uedI+
For, ali, she had read my story right, and was
sobbing my breast,
With her arms about the children and me, my
fairy bonnie and Hest,
And | clasped her to my heart of hearts,
while my trimming eyes o run
The truest helpmeet, the sweetest wife God
ever gave,to mani
| told her all as she lay on my breast, hand
loVinplV clasD'd in hand
And then the dear children had to be kiss'd,
and made to understand;
And had to tell who Edie was like, with her
mothers eyes, dear heart,
And whether little Siddie was not my very
counterpart
And of course had to be taken out around
our little demesne,
Where all its beauties were pointed out, and
admired again and again;
And then, in the midst OF a merry laugh or
little utter jest,
Poor Bessie would quite break down again,
and be weeping on my breast4
Talking of the-hem why there she is =
that's her knock, sure a gun
Now you take your cue from me, old man, and
I'll show you little fun
- Bessie my dear this gentleman here is a
Mr.. smith, Mrs C.; Mrs. c., Mr.. smith-in
the briehess- barrister line
Ha, ha why, where is your memory, dear ?
As the singers say, Try back.
Have you quite forgotten our old playmate,
the illustrious DR.. Jack
Hullo! what now? Well upon my word, this
really is surprise =
kissing another fellow, by Jove, under my
very eyes
Only look at her now, old man-there's pic
for you, eh
Why she's getting younger, and roster, and
han