The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1874-04-07

ever, when the remembrance of nv loss burst
looke1 SO weIcomeiy upon me, the bids Cham
ted such lays, and above all, the scenery was so
beautiful that quite forgot was living, when
admlr1ng IL. Below me the cliff formed a cave,
nom which issued a large spring with fresh
water so clear that the flowers on the edge loved
Though we, who lived on the cliff could not see
In the cavern, these flowers, from their position
told the news TO those nearest them, and they,
10 their nelghbors, so thainothing happens
In the cave that we did not know OF.
a, when we heard OF IL, the favorite answer was,
tne moss told the feru, the fern the anemone,
the anemone told hverwort, the liverwort the
" boys and girls" who with the help of Jack in
me pulpit, spread II rapidly among the vioets,
the lilies, the roses and the mountain-bell
Directly in front Of the cave, was patch of
that had their dens in the cave. This seemed 10
De a 1aVorite hunting ground, and ii was so in
ieresung, though sometimes fea full TO watch
animals
One dark night we were terrified by the cries
Sered there, and his body thrown in the cave.
soon after this, we learned this forest was the
ABODE OF robbers, which Mortified we
| lnougnt seriously OF leaving the place forever
but after a while we ceased seeing the lurking
men carrying their stolen treasures into the
cave, and SO concluded to remain. We did not
bloom In this place which seemed so much
IKE paradise,) entirely unmolested for, from
dered after us.-Dreadful was the havoc as one
q Ter another of our companions bloom was
severed from the root, and their whitening
| cOrpses BraSped lightly In the heated hands of
their heartless destroyers. Often were these del
icate flowers the victims of horses or cows, who
/ mercllessly n1pped them, and then disdanfully
cast them on the ground, after cruelty woundng
and eventually killing them. was II ually dug
UP, Dy a little girl, and carried to q neat little
| garden, where L was treated with care. Her
| name was Lolita. Here / had to make new ac-
qualntances. 1t took long time, as 1 was
| 1mld, because the flowers in the garden wer G
| cultivated and was not. Though nothing in
my opinion, could exceed the modest excellence
| OF the children OF the wood, nevertheless there
| were many flowers in this garden with sublime
ana lofty sentiment, induced by hard study.
| One day a handsome rose geranium startled me
| by saying many are lovely, but YOU excel
them all" The acacia said we will be friends -
The carnation "disdained me, though the AL
thea told her not to act contrary to reason ~
| then the Japan rose said, Pity is so easily
changed to love-" My heart felt joyful, whom
| san hum, rose and myrtle said Z" love YOU
felt happy and at home. Thus il was that the
flowers lived peacea6ly together, with the ex-
ception of the contemptuous marigold, the
scandal spreading nettle and a few Others.
From conversation overheard, from the in
mates OF the cottage, the father of the little girl
who took care of me had been murdered, and
from other things heard he the man
| thrown into the cave under the mountain cliff.
gentleman passing one day, noticed the fiow-
ers in the yard and asked my name. They told
hIm was wild daisy, that had changed in APP
pearance since they had taken care OF me in the
garden. That nay leaves had grown larger and
richer green, that my flowers had doubled and
the part of my guardian, was sold to the man
who gave me to the young lady who lives in
pluck me to adorn her hair. In little while
was wilhered. She then put me in this vase
with these flowers, where / will soon die.
| noticed that within the last few minutes Of
| It's conversation the daisy grew weaker, and by
| the time her story was finished the last petal
had dropped of, and 4" knowing the daisy was
gone," left her to be mourned by her friends.
ARIEL.
Even so. She grew weaker and weaker, and
by the time her story was finished the last petal
had dropped off, T" the daisy gone" and we
left her 70 be mourned by her friends. And they
do mourn for her with sorrow as deep and crle
as the heart can bear. They mourn the loss Of
the pure, the beautiful and the true. They weeL
over the grave OF Innocence and the perfection
of every feminine virtue. With mind of sin
gular clearness, and a disposition so sweet and
unselhsh, one could not look in her bright and
expressive eye, without realizing the presence
Of a spiritual existence, no where at home eX
cept in that land to which she has been trans
planted. To her friends she was the rose-tinted
morning, fragrant with the aroma of innumera
bic flowers betekening the gorgeous day, but
which, alas, has been darkened By thick clouds
and tempeStuouS storms. Yet another morninl
shall come, and another day arise over th'
grave where our Daisy is planted, in which M
storms shall drive her wandering again for al
asylum wherein to unfold the petal of he
loneliness, Tor He who created the flowers and
gave them the hues of beauty for our admira
ton and love, has taken her 10 Himself, and un
der the shadow OF His hand our Daisy has foun6
protection and the bloom of immortal life.