Memphis daily appeal. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1847-1886, 1874-11-29
NEW PUBLICATIONS.

SONGS FROM THE SOUTH is the title
OF a new publication now In press, writ
ten by daughter of Mississippi, and a
graduate of the Memphis female college,
receiving after graduation the honorary
title of dMistress Of Arts" from that in-
stihution. The work wiz contain about
six thousand lines, one-half Of which is
entitled "a Romance of the War; the
scenes laid fredericksburg, Mississippi;
the remainder devoted to personals and
miscellaneous poems. 1t will be bound
ia muslin, at retail prices from one dol
lar and twenty-five cents 10 one dollar
and fifty cents, and will be ready for de-
livery TO purchasers during December.
We give some selections from the con-
tents of the work:
THE WIDOWS PRAYER.
Twas evenings holy hour. And gathering
The throne of grace, three children meekly
knelt,
While She, whose weeds OF mourning told the
or woman Indebtedness when first bereft
OF all that hallows life, was cissping near
Her aching heart q baOe-her only boy.
Twas but week ago the father knelt
At eYentide beside thenl-nOw he lay
Cold in distant grave. For he had dared
To scorn the insults of naughty Zoe,
And by that foe had fallen. Low and sweet,
Like TO the breathing Of some gentle air,
Those childish forms had lsped their even
And laid them down to rest. The mother
pressed
One burning kiss on each young sleeper's
brow,
And with a love which only those may know
VINO thus have mournedi caressed her infant
boy.
Then, in an agony Of grief Intense
From out the depths OF woe and wretehed'
ness,
win streaming eyes poured forth her hearts
lament:
And cansi thou sweetly rest, my darling
CansS willing breathe the gladstone breath
When he VINO clasped thee in his pride and
joy,
A victim sleeps unto the murderers strife?
s'Must she who bore thee live to hear the cry
OF homeless orphans for their daily bread,
While he who made you orphans hurrtes by
"Ah, yes! But thou shalt learn in coming
years
The story OF that murderers deadly hate;
Shalt garner up, for other hearts, the Tears
That now have made thy mothers desolate.
.'The world shall learn that wealth may some-
That dIiai love can prompt the deadly blow,
That law may not lease on life confer,
Nor gold; nor friendship sure retreat be-
stow"
She sank exhausted, meath the wei ght of grief,
Beside her sleeping boy. The FURNISHED
stars
Looked down in sadness, while moonbeam
bright
stole gently through the rough old cabins
wall,
And, smi ling, fell upon the infants brow;
Who smiled in turn, as though his glad young
heart
Might never taste LIES bitter cup OF woe
His heritage of grief might never know.
Who hath not in the hour of mourning gazed
Upon the cloudless sky at eve, and grssped
some SOlaee from Its meaning 3-Some rebuke
For all the wicked thoughts Of former hours,
And some bright pledge OF Love and Mercy
found
In beauty bearning theree The mothers heart
Grew soft beneath its influence, Gentle
thoughts
OF childhood's sunny days and youths bright
dreams
Came thronging forth in all their varied forms
To cheer her stricken spirit; while the tones
OF fond mother seemed 20 whisper near:
81 Vengeance is mine; 1 viii repay" he says,
s. Who with the fadeless crown the cross re-
pays"
Again She wept; but twas asacred Joy
That babe those tear-drops from their fOun-
tains swell.
Again she clasped her gently-sleeping boy;
Again the mOonbeams on his features felt
She sank upon her knees, and in the calm
u that bright hour petitioned strength from
Heaven
That She might bear life's Ills with christian
zeal;
Might labor with an humble, contrite heart
70 rear her boy Alright. Then with the spell !
Of angel influence breathing round her, slept |
To dream of Home and Heaven.
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