The New Orleans bulletin. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1874-1876, 1875-09-15


BY Rev. WIN. MUNFoRD.
She sits in her chair in the chamber,
With dreaming and dreams 80 beguiled,
That old people seemed to be puzzled
At seeing our curious child.
She rocks too, to hymns she is humming-
In the freight fixes her gaze,
There constantly kindling her fancies,
With figures that float in the blaze.
To birds in the parlor she prattles-
The painted bi DIS up on the wall,
And spreads for them daily such dainties,
AS berries and water for all.
Then closing the door very gently.
She takes at the ker hole peep
She says, they are eating and drinking
She cav them 80 once in her sleep.
She lols on the floor by the fender,
Aud gives the old lion hug
The old lion woven in worsted
That lies on the new parlor rug.
She pats him, and calls him Old Fellow,
And tells US she saw him on guard
At the gate for the bug-a-boos coming,
One night when twas showing so hard.
She cuts up her calico pieces,
And sews on her curious things,
And working her whimsical patterns,
She sits by the seamstress and sings.
Her babies have all pretty names, too,
She dresses them up every day,
And each has it's place and its plaything,
And each its particular play.
When sometimes she gives them party,
The chessmen are bid to the Hail."
The Kings and the Que ems and the Bishops
Are brought to the Baby House ball.
The knight never goes in the parlor,
But stands on the outside, Of course.
The ladies expressing says Lnly-
Regrets that he can't leave his horse.
When supper comes on in the evening,
She works with farcical zest,
And keeps up the party quite gaily
BY talking for hostess and guest.
The King at the head of the table,
The Queen at the opposite place,
All standing in stateliest order,
She makes the old Bishop say grace.
One day, little Cary-her playmate
Was taken, aEd, under the rod,
We carried her down to the cedars,
The bosky old Acre of God.
She chung to me closer that evening"
Said Father, when Luly shall die,
Don't cover her up in the graveyard
To keep her away from the sky"
told her the grave was Gods garden,
To plant out his prettiest flowers;
That thence they are moved in His mercy
To bloom in His beautiful bowers.
The blossoms He buries in winter
And covers in snow from the cold;
So, like the shroud wrapped around Cary,
The sunlight Of spring will unfold.
That even the loveliest lily
That Tolls on the LATEST wave,
In winter time buries its beauty,
And blooms as ain, blanched in the grave
A smile in her pretty eyes played then
A moment, forgettilg her pain,
The tears seemed to sparkle with gladness,
lLlho suusIllc Wucu RAIL-
She said she was dreaming so sweetly
Last night in her nice little bed:
That standing on clouds in the starlight,
The heavens were touching her head;
That then came the dear little Cary,
But only to kiss through the blue,
AS oft at the pane in the window
Your Luly plays, kissing with you.
How came, said /, Gary in Heaven,
Che said with her serious air
The moon | suppose did just open
And God carried Cary through there
Oh Luly, my dear little ANGEL
God grant that we both may be blessed
That the moon that has opened for Cary,
May soon rlll away for the rest.
! thank Thee, o Father in Heaven,
Because from the proudest and wise,
Thou hidest those things Thou revealest
To babes. In unsealing their eyes,
Him who is invisible seeing
They walk in the glorious Light.
And even 80 let it be Father,
For so it seems good in Thy sight.