The weekly clarion. [volume] (Jackson, Miss.) 1863-1882, 1874-01-15

/ of life and color before the time, wha
natter Ifyou have been loved and you
perfume inhaled for q moment
Tor momenta pair of rosy lip
has bent down to kiss you, if fol
a moment you have rested on a .maiden'i
bosom-be satisfied; your destiny is full
/ filed; you have lived
! 'sThe mignonette ceased, and a fra
/ grant odor, which drank in with delight,
was waited towards me | was radiant
with pride gracefully moved my white
petals, my leaves shone with more vivid
green, and, in turn, spoke.
Il know not" said /, what is the
breeze, nor what is the love the butterfly
can feel Never have / lived, like ye,
in the open air, abandoned and uncared-
for Born here, can form but vague
idea of the pleasures which you seem to
regret Nevertheless, if | have rightly
understood what the mignonette has said,
you wish to be considered beautiful, and
love to hear il said. You wish to exhale
the rich and lovely perfumes which God
has placed in you, that if you attract by
your beauty, you may hold by your sweet
odors. But a distant remembrance, a
feeling of mine when was only a bud,
and which has just been awakened within
me, reminds me that this evening these
lusters will shine with glorious tight, AM
that in their glare young and beautious
danes will come to behold our beauty and
inhale our perfumes. Come then, sweet
and coquettish rose, open out your calyx:
melancholy and sentimental anemOne,
lift up your pale AMI languid head; proud
and ard ent tulip, this eve you shall be-
hold her whom you love; be beautiful,
heiiotrope; ditfuse your perfumes; tender
mignoAette, inhale them from your Ius-
terless flowers; chaste and timid violet
hide yourself no longer beneath your
green leaves; sweet petaled jaclnth, lift
up YOUR stalk laden with white flowers.
BE beautiful, be lavish of your perfumes;
you will all be loved this eve. :"
81 had spoken inspiredly; / ball flow
er, an aristocratic and worldly flower,
who am especially beautiful in woman's
tresses, OF in her festive bouquet. L had
OWNED the lot which awaited me, and for
which the God OF woman and of flowers
had created me-. Scarcely beginning
life, was already proud and coquet-
fish.
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were moved. Poor flowers how word
agitates them, and makes them tremble !
The sweet and seductive thought that at
eve they would adorn charming brows
and perfume the air, had made them fresh |
er and more brilliant, and there could |
be heard naught but the soft murmers of
their leaves and petals, preparing their |
toilet for the bali. The sound Of some |
young feminine voices made us tremble |
with 10Y; twas moment Of understandable |
rapture. The door Of the apartment was
thrown open with great clatter, and four
young girls, their arms filed with our |
darling sisters, entered, gay and laughing,
singing Il sweet refrain.
90 heaven = cried the rose, turning
pale, new captiyes! What is going to be-
come Of US
Il was trembling with emotion. The
young girls approached the magnificent
vase in which were the anxious flowers
One of them grasped them all in her two
little hands, looked at them moment /
with a pout or contempt, and then at her
friends They are withered, said she
then going towards the window, she
threw them to the winds, which scattered
them far aud wide, never to meet
again.
How many things in the world end
thus
tn XIV. J. B. K.