The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1876-12-13

further south and whole families are emf
grating 10 Texas or Florida, and now that
our bay-window Of beautiful flowers are all
frozen, We almost feel tempted TO pack our
Saratoga and HE away 10 our old Ken
lucky home. We know that the slow
ers are all gone evea there. and
the grand old forests are leahess; but even
desolate as that may seem 10 You, yet the
place has attractiveness for our eve and
ear-tO saynothing OF the heart
There in the country the cunning hand OF
the great architect Is every where made
visible, and we see its delicate frost work
on every tree and fence. and ms IL TO add
grandeur 10 the scene, miniature icebergs
are piled high in the river ohio, that to Us
i beautiful NJ all seasons. The small run
ming streams are bridged ovcrwith ice. and
many merry skaters rush over their smooth
surface on wings OF steel The city may
have it, attractions. but those OF the country
are OF different kind, and We prefer them.
10 IS showing while We write. and the after
noon Is so bluStery and cold that we fear we
Will be unable 10 keep our engagement for
the opera house this evening. Like the
generality OF folks. We are a great
admirer OF the ''beautiful snow. =
and ii fresh fallen. think il charm
ing on a bright winter morning
- II lie, sparkling in the sun. or hangs on
the bushes in our yard; and as We examine
mimic leaves and fruits the creations OF the
night
We had almost forgotten TO tell you how
Thanksgiving went Off at our house. Well,
0f course, mamma revoked her decision,
and didn't let this grand old Puritan festival
pass by wholly unobserved; 30 all the family
assembled and paid their respects to the
"old folks at home,' and none failed
10 do justice 10 the roast turkey
al Il III
il was not such Thanksgiving as we could
have desired. nor did we feet that the cup of
our blessing was running over. All the
churches IN this city were filled with wor-
shippers, but we, like the editor of the SEN
tinel, do not think that the day was as re-
ligiously observed by all the states this year
as in the past, and in many,,,very many,
homes the feast was kept in palmer style
than in former years.
The Thursday before Thanksgiving was
our birthday, and We have passed another
milestone on our journey to the grave.
The memory OF very many birthdays lays in
our mind, and we can not tell how the
words growing Old' strike terror 10 our
heart, for we have always regarded old age a.
something afar off in the dim future, and
scarcely realize that each returning birth
day brings that period nearer and nearer
We may talk about old age, and say We
think it one of the most beautiful OF hui
man seasons and when we meet an old
woman whose life has been crowned with
beautiful deeds, the same emotions may be
awakened which bless our heart on one Of
autumn's glorious golden days vet
for all this, there's no use DISCUS
ing the fact that none of US
covet even the beautiful silver hairs
that so often shadow a soul-lit, peaceful
cOuntenance. We are all growing old, every
thing around us betokenS it; the fire of
youth Sparkles in cur eyes the hue of health
and strength tinges our cheeks. cur footsteps
are firm and elastic. and while il is SO blessed
TO live in this world OF birds and flowers,
with 50 many 70 love US, is il any wonder
that we do not prepare for old age rs We
would Tor an invited guest? But life is not
all sunshine: il is made up of bitter and
sweet And how wisely ordained by God
for if earth were heaven none OF US would
appreciate u neVer-ending biissful eternity.
Girls, We were fortunate enough to secure
an invitation 10 the first important musical
event Of the season, viz: the Pappenheim
opera Of last week, and heartily wish We
could put the extreme pleasure that the
hearing OF this work has given Us into fitting
words. But alasi it is actually Impossible
for us to do 50, for as yet our mind is wholly
unable 10 grasp Wagner's great COM
position of the Flying Dutchman,"
so we will not consider any particular
part OF the work, but tender our thanks to
kind and generous Mr.. C., for Il is to him
we owe the unalloyed enjoyment that would
undoubtedly have been ours, had We not
like a host of other girls, been
forced TO rclinquish all our expectations
We have been wondering if We Will be so
lucky as TO obtain an invitation to the
Strakosch opera that is coming, and whether
or not that previous engagement is transfer
able. Hope the conundrum viii be solved
satisfactorily before next Friday evening.
We close this rambling, disconnected let
ter with the following bit of society news:
For months past prominent young dem
fist OF this city has paid marked attention to
a charming little brunette "a former belle OF
Chicago); and now gossips have it that Miss
S. will soon bestOw upon Mr.. II. the priv
ilege Of saying:
% Ills done!
But Yesterday a bachelor, unarmed, with woes
20 strive:
To-day am a married man, the happiest one
aliVe!'
They will not be found at the Remy house
after the contamination of the happy event
but will occupy a very pleasant suit of
rooms in a fashionable boarding house on
North Illinois street We are personally
acquainted with Mr.. H. and tender him
our heartiest congratulations.
MABEL LAWRENCE.