The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1878-12-29
MADAME CHARLTON rDHoLN


Tomorrow the glad bells will ring T.
out again the joyous anthem winch Tor
over eighteen hundred years has made the
heart OF world throb faster, in the good
tidngs Of great joy" sayior's birth. And
we send To you as Christmas greeting the
sublime praise of the angel band which has
echoed in strains of ecstacy adown the
centuries: GLORY to God in the highest
and on earth peace, good will toward
men" Tonight beautifully tender
memories crowd upon me thick
and fast and the far away summer
time seems only rs sweet refrain from
some half-forgotten harmony, which ever
and anon stirs my life INTO new bursts OF
song. And, indeed, well might the past
year seem as fairy romance for the very
air quivered with melody under the music
winch for ages has thrilled the care-worn
heart of sorrow-stricken world, the music
of love. Under the subtle influence of the
southern atmosphere we almost tancicd our
selves in the ancient Egyptian city on the
sun!it banks Of the great Nile, for all nature
kissed by the hot lite of her sun lover seem
ed to lie in languid calm OF sleep and the
trees unstirred by wind or breeze lowered AS
motionless mountains Of green leaves SHIN
mcrint in light of sunset gold and crimson.
. We, too, shared the strange spell peryading
fine climate and with folded hands aud half
; closed ewes driftcd through the bright,
{ tranquil weather. forgetting the work, the
/ care. the responsibility OF life. Revealing
5 in the lntoxcation of love, the tenderness
OF friendship, the delight Of intellectual
!. pursuits how eagerly drank in the sun
i shine and the VINE Of life. How lay en-
IS tranccd in my visions OF the beautiful III
n ture. which stretched ont in such imitIeS>
&c possi5ilitics before me- How the thought,
of NV soul tinted in roseate hucs the very
to air brcathed until all nature seemed one
Y sheen of golden light. Cairo, how th'
a very words quicken my bloodas | remem
of Der the many kindly faces that smiled on
a. II, in the courtesy and hospitality whicI
Of only spring from noble hearts. Do yo'
H. know that the women Of Cairo seem pc
re cuharly beautiful to me, for see then
FL through lovers eyes!
&c, The necessity pointed with index hinge
m, to another city in a border state, and piI
m grm-lke, we followed. But our solourf
es- ING in the quaint Indian village christene
ne. paducah, was even more brief than
ad Cairo. for while the natural loyeliness of tn
,k- city. with its smooth avenues of gold, over
he arched by shining emeraldjeweled tree
IT. its spacious lawns and elegant mansions, II
ch rivers, blue and calm, flashing in waves {
ripping beauty, delighted my whole sol
lly with their aesthetic luxuriance; yet nciihC
IL thc loyal hearts of Cairo, nor the eNquislt
nd scenery of Paducah could fill the hea
)a longing for mother love, and to me the Ia
ms distant city of Omaha appeared a paradl'
ith an Edcn-to which my weary hea
.ir- was ever turning, and at last, in Il
nee waning Of the August days, babe
r, farewell to the sunny south, which althou9
let rapturous in ecstacy, for to me it mean
emit home. mother yet was tinged and unde
the laid with sad regret, Standing upon Il
md deck of the Fisk watched with tearf
ed, ewes the rccedng spires Of the vanishf
zee. city until the last dim outline was 10
Ilso against the blue sky.
D, My whole journey upon the FISK W
the rendered unusually pleasant by the at
ion biity of the genial captain Mr.. llar
cnt TAYLOR, whose care and attention apr
and ciate deeply. For not only were all Il
Dng appointments Of the steamer such as
igh render sure the comfort Of the passenge
hut there was that indctinablc somethi
ing pcrvading all the arrangements win
Me made you feel as though everything W
ttcn done for your especial benefit. The IL
the hours spent upon the boat have marx
the that day one Of the pleasant care-trce da
was when even to live is delight.
, of Arriving in your city on Saturday eve
but inp could not bu. spend one more Saba
die in the churches which had always so corr
the ally welcomed me before.
his The services seemed almost oppressive
ark their solcmnity, for felt as one feels VIII
III III listening to the last words Of the tune
bcnolictlon over the grave OF dead iiler
lnc' In my eager Impotence the hours OF Nc
'"1,, day seemed Enlightened into days, but
last, under the escort Of one of my KIND