The Donaldsonville chief. [volume] (Donaldsonville, La.) 1871-current, 1881-02-05
Notes from Aunt Chats Portfolio.

An Old Letter Resurrectcd-The Moody
Mutterings Of a Eomesick spisit-A
Blessed Baby Drives Away "the Blues"
Rubber Sto1nacils-How Doting Mothers
Murder their offspring.
ACACIA GLEN, Tenn, Sept, l8-.
DEAR MYRA:
have delayed sending this offering of
love SO long that you may be excused il
you have already curlcd your lip in vex-
alton of spirit and vowed you would sip
the nectar Of affection elsew here. All +!
if doubt has woven a veil betwixt thee
and me, beseecl you tear it aside and
behold me, us ever, faithful and true.
| have searned to tell yon how grim
and ,tesoiate the house seemed after you
left, but some duty always prevented
How like sunshine IN a prisoners dark
clich cell, was your letter tl1h5 morning,
and hoH; ii cEiccrcd my heart.
Would that Tcould be ole Of your re-
fined, cultivated home circle. How
would like to pass several hours every
day i'll yonT library, we'll supplied as it
is with good books. OF all things, how
I would enjoy the English Classics, oI
which you are the fortunate possessor
| find only ordinary novels here, and be
side weakening the mind, they weary
me. In fact, VIC arc so shut in from thu
world that life is tame, lumdr'ln, :
mere existence, and am heartsick. Ma
ture, even, with all her charnls-and yo1
know | love nature-dees not alway:
chase away melancholy and at time'
seems to mock me with her careless glec
am lust in from a ramb1e over mill ant
dale, through fields: meadows and forest
and everywhere nature proclaimed tha
happiness was stamped Oh every tlilni
animate and inanlmatc and bade me b.
happy. I saw her smiles i'll the giintins
sunshine and the pretty wild flowers.
heard her voice in the limpd stream y
it reandered over It's stony bed; III th
dancing Leaves and the waving branchc
of the grand old trees; in the cawing o
the crows, the singing and chirping o
the birds, the chatter of the squirrel
ana the hum Of the insects.
Yes, she bade me be happy when ther
is not one congenial spirit near, whe
miles Of land and water separate IN
from home and beloved heart compall
ions. All! Myra, how can l 7 Is no
this separation from all l hold dea
enough to agon.ze the heart! Do 70
wonder that l am not happy Are 30
surprised at my impatlence to turn th
, pages Of the future and read my destiny
Can YOU blame me for wishing to spec
the day when my exile will end, and
! not suspense oftentilnes harder to bea
: than misfortune itselfo You realize a
: this, do you not Feeling sure yo
c would, I selected you, my sister fricn'
!, unto whom to appeal for sympatheti
: love. You will not tell me it is nothin,
as did Nannette, she who is already owe
/ come with her portion of lift's shadow
No! Not My hearts woes will be II
ceiyed even as yonr own; will be treatt
with tender consideration and the
, light in hand, you will aid me IN scarcl
ing for the philosophers stone. You,
d your wisdom, will tell me that, thoue
q the grievance is great, it might be m,s'
!. worse: that, when once the dreary desc
has been crossed the flower-ields "
e seem all the more beautiful, the rest
II the wearivd, tagging spirits all the mo
sweet, and the heart will be filled wi
|, new life and hope.
True enough, sweet Nyra. A me
a happy suggestion that-to cultivate
j contented, religious spirit and to L
II tiently abide the unfolding of ones ia
r ,e as one would the blow of the gard
rose for, surely, our restiyeness will n
hasten the one any more than the 0tll'
d How hard, tlongh. TO keep still VIII
the heart is sickened by hope deferred
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