New Orleans Republican. [volume] (New Orleans, La) 1867-1878, 1874-10-11

TIL warmed at the breast it nestles there.
And sweetly sleeps ere they fairly start.
And wonder much what God will say
In the final hour to the priest and knight:
Whether the deed or the prayer will stand
Ia the broad glare of the great white light.
-WOnsn's Journal.
THE ROSE OF CAROLINA.
A colored print of this celebrated beauty
was struck off about twenty years ago, and
you may lind a fy-blown copy Of it in every
log hut or implanted pine board farm house
in the mountains of North Carolina Her
ewes, blue as delft, and her stiff tlaxen curls
beam down on you from among the punches
of dried herbs, the strings Of red pepper.
the rolls of white wool ready for spinning.
on the WALL surrounded by half sheets of
brswn paper, or of the BuncOmbe County
gazette, pasted like herself where they can
hide the larger cracks. She is tlanked by a
cut of General p. G. 7. Beauregard Con.
federate States army, and q photograph vt
your hosts Oldest son, also ia the uniform of
the Confederate States army-this last in u
frame, with bit of evergreen above it. If
YOU are curious enough to look in the big
Bible on the chest OF drawers IN the moth
er's room, you shall find ia faded ink the
record of the boys birth. and below fresh
and black, the fatal word Chattanooga" or
"Chickamauga," and atterward, carefully
written and misspelled. In the hope of a
blessed Immortality" They are devout PEG.
pie, above all things. these mountaineers;
GOD fearing, affectiOnate and dirty. This
besmirched Rose was the one hint Of beauty
or refinement known to the boy who lies
heights. The square coarse print was his
gallery Of art, his opera his one glimpse of
the gay. lovely world, commonplace to city
lads. II he had lived, he would have found
the living Rose, courted her at camp meet
ing. and have established her by this time
in log hut. to be to her faithful az was
Isaac to Rebecca, while she to the end OF
her days should cook his fried chicken
and hot biscuit. spin and weave his coat
and trousers, and help him and his hired
men TO hoe the corn and plow the potato
field.
But the real Rose, when you find her, is
not at all like her portrait. She is black
haired and eyed. her features sharply cut.
without, however, any hint Of shrewdness
in their Heagre. compact outlines; the skin
pale aud thick. and geddening with diff
Guilty. She has the one voice. the sweet
thin falsettO, which is common 20 all
and plead in talking, on precisely the
same key note. Our Rose has a small.
undulating body; . firm, alert step. a con
trolled eye; che keeps both body and
mind, in fact. we'll in hand, and manages
them with . self-pessession that gives them,
little as they both are, more apparent
weight and force than 10 their due. If che
belong to the middle or upper class she
will by some magic art discover in season
the style of dress preferred by the best
people in the Northern cities and, with .
little exaggeratioa in tone, wear it. You
NAV meet her coming out Of the hot
wooden village church. where she has
been brOiling through the Sunday afternoon
service in a lilac or lavender silk, pulled
and leoped de rigneMr. dramatic little lace
hat set on the coils Of her jetty hair. Her
father, the Colonel or General, gray whisk'
cred and erect, waits On her chivalrOusly.
The gentle men, as she calls them, are an
object Of as mucn thought and desire to ner
little soul as 20 any flirting New York belle.
and you may be the first of the eligible I'M
married she has seen for q twelvemonth,
but she receives you with . grave, modest
simplicity and innocent dignity which her
Northern sister might envy. You enter
the big, old-fashiOned carriage, 60 home
to dinner; in t1rty-six hours. when
your intimacy with the beauty Of
Madison Square would have advanced
only to the leaving OF card, YOU shall
have waited beside the Rose, as, ,luted and
fri}led in muslin wrapper, and with q has
ket OF keys dangling at her belt. she washes
the breakfast cups, crosses the tobacco field
to visit her mare in the stables. or rattles
over the keys Of her Knabe "Grand." She
will sing anything tor yOu, from 'Casta
Diva" 10 "Ah ""n yiu"gs;;" did She not win
the half wreath OF iminOrtelles in the music
class when she graduated at the Catholic
convent . year ago! But her favorite
songs are mo one to !ove" and Ever
of thee" which her bosom friend
has lately sent her rs lovely new
things. Yon can not satisfy yourself
as to the other branches Of knowledge in
which she probably obtained the half
wreath. Most Of tho familiar fields Of con
versation over which the superior girls"
of the North ecamper At will like unbridled
colts, are to her utterly undiscovered land.
She never heard Of Huxley or Darwin or
Ruskin; has no opinion to give on moral
insanity IN re LESSEE POmmerOy; OK the
moral injustice Of legal marriage apropos
70 the last indecent divorce ease. She
never saw any pictures better than the old
family portraits in the DINING room. or the
'Santa Cecilia presented by some piOUs
strolling artist to the Ladies of the Vista.
ton. tor their chapel: nor heard finer
music than sisters Francisco and Eusodia
made in their famous duet upon piano and
harp. She inadvertently betrays a belief
that all BostOnians are atheists and free
lovers. headed by Tom Paine and Parscn
BrOwnlOw; and soon after lets slip query
whether there ''are any wild beasts in Ire
land. bears and wolves, and that kind OF
thing: she knows there are 20 snakes
Ye. when you leave her you are ready
to asser. that she has rare powers IN con.
versation. There is common sensc and a
fine sweet temper in all that the little lady
says: she is quite sure Of her footing both
socially and IN her opinions: stands a. ease
even on her little ignosances without con
By this time. too. you are a. home with
the rest of the household: the Roses
brother has made up hunting party for
Won 70 the Black mountains: her mother
has gwen you her receipt for peach brandy:
all the children There ar. eieyenl ar.
friends with you; the Colonel, who lost an
arm at Appomattox Courthouse, has zone
over tho war. its causes and results. the
civil service bill. and the position of the
white and negro toward each other. in the
fullest. frankest fashion You tell yourself
as you turn into bed that there is q weight
of practical sense in what he says. and
presently lkeps awake BY dess and tho