The weekly clarion. [volume] (Jackson, Miss.) 1863-1882, 1882-06-21

P,a7 al the Hississippi Press ConrenioB
Natehsz, June s, 1857
70. have called for a glimpse of my trousseaJ
HBw nice Just step into my room;
AMI. Alice please drawback that curtain,
This place j. as dark as q tomb?
IN riug for Lisette you don't know, girlg,
What bogher this marrying brings;
R9t IL pays altar all, when it's over
have some such elegant things
This garnet and rose uncle Arthur
Selected in Paris last Janei
War made III just notice the trimming,
The lace, the exqaisit- gaIioon
TIE hat is not very becoming,
The plume is too lar 70 the back;
But il matches the dress; Lisetie, md me
ThIl lovely Point appl que sack.
This sack is present from Flora;
sbe's living in Paris, you know;
waited On her when she married
Old SimDns a twelvemonth ago.
Taeg say that her rooms are ptlatial
Aud al such wonderful style;
Quite change 10 a man with a million
From a thousand a year and Tom Lyle
By he way Colonel Harrison tells me
PoYr Ton is a wreck Of himself
Has irank ever since she was married.
There's my blue moire antique on the shell
Vita the cream-coi6red satin, made Vatican
You nsel not unfold it, Lisette
Sc see how it's made; please to End ne
That yellow-hGed Honiton SET
foa remember that qaeer old aunt Hester,
~ 80 50 ci liSFc AaHL hEHtEF awhile
An6 preached to me so about Flora
And symp4fhized 50 with Tom Lyle?
The lace like herself1 is old-fashioned
Bat fj for the praise Of d king;
She sent it-cJHfess tbag you think that
Right good in the clever old thing
I've 8 wonderful founce snd bertha
From Hadlme, ma mere that's to be
Real pOtut-such IN exquisite pattern
The sweetest you ever did see;
And set Of magnificent diamonds,
As pure rs a ciusrer of tear;
The gIIt Of ais precious old father
Iney ys been in the family FOR years
And there are my new set OF opals,
think them fortune alone
Each gem holds living ight that qui7ers
Like 4 soul that Imprisoned in stone,
Aud there are my rOse-cOored canoes,
Don't You see By the pearls-just this side;
promise their mach to whoever
Among you will be the next bride.
Ny linen is packed-but ifs lovely
All tucks aud insertion auI lace;
II one wants an elrgtpt trOus5etu
In Paris at NortBs :, is the place.
Those dresses you see in The armour
{Thjrteen) have been scare sley un1one;
Iru Il hardly believe when tell YOU
I never have tried on a one
Of course, have saoes, gloves, and bonnets
To match every separate suit;
As a sample, Llsetts will You bring me
The cream cOl0red gOld-butt0ned boot?
The glove with five rows Of silk stitching
Tae bonnet with gold-c0lored plume.
The rose to the right is too lovely
Aiew=l If bsauty and bloom
The wonderful dress Of all dresses,
The robe OF to morrow, you know
So perfectly stylish and splg add
I've promised mana not T. show
Claude says | will be so bewildering
He'll forget to remember the ring;
Come A'Ice, of what are You thiuking2
OF the lover who loved me last spring?"
Bah Fold up my dresses, Lise tie,
And don let m iPWP case fall
It's we'll, Alice, some one remembers
never think of him at ALL
Dear me, how time flies | must hurry:
Claude said he was coming at eight;
LiS-tte, take them on through the parlOrs
And nam "a viii show them the plate.
Excuse me for not going with YOU
Good night There, thank God, they are gonel
And am alone m my chamber
Doors locked: aud the close curtains drawn
Alone with my laces and jewels,
A sobbing, miserable thing;
Alone with the thoughts that possess me
Of that lover who loved me last Spring.
God knows | believed that you loved me
As we sat the steps in the -
With one milky star hung abovd
Afaiat, little, z. .immering par
| remember the white oleander.
1t dropped loose bloom on my brow;)
Iramember the words that you uttered
kaow that they mean nothing now.
And yet with the thought that ysu loved me
Ny cheek caug1t The soft, scarlet stain
Ofthe sweet, happy shame of the woman
VINO loves and IS loved back again.
And my brown head was bashiully bending
TIL almost Il lay OntyOur breast
The wOrll slipped away from my vision
| walked in the laud Of the blest.
Aud when you were gone and the moonlight
Rose softly and late DER the scene
And dripped through the leaves its fair silver
In shimmering waves through the green,
kuelt in that dam, dewy garden
In happy thanksgiving aud prayer
With the bloom OF that white oleander
Like down-fallen star in my hair.
Youcame and my color came dashing-
You went, ] was listless and pale;
You smilel, and my glad eyes were flashing
You sighed, aud my laugh wall,
Ny life to your mood was mirror
(God pity such mirror as theseD
My heart was deep thrilling organ
Your love was the hand ON the keys.
Dear, have you forgotten that evening
When You came in the storm AID the rain,
And We sat hy he shadow bound window
While The rising winds moaued as in pain
| remember the face you bent DER me;
lGOi help me L worship 1t srillD
| remember the warm hand that covered
The white hand that lay on the sill.
That heavily dropped to my cheek;
You spoke to me words that no other
Save only a lover can speak.
The lights lOwer burned. and the shadows,
Like sentinels lurked in the room,
But your passionate voice broke that stiffness |
And ran through the rain and the gloom.
All! dear, you were sure that loved you,
Although never said word;
Wig, the wild heart that beat in my bosom
child eauld have liStp0aH and heard
And you sail, laughing low, DO yau fancy
Your silence deoeives me to-nght2n
And faltered and failed in the answer
would have made careless and light.
had prayed for loves fruit and before me
Behold it hung golden and fair:
But how could dream it had ripened
Beside the dead sea of despair.
God gave II II me ia its auty
Within it the cold ashes lay.
have eaten that 1ruit aud ITS knowledge
Stands bitterly by me to-day.
What have left now but memory
And, perhaps, just flower or two
A dainty blue robe that was ruined
By sitting too long in the dew.
A book that you brought me that evening
When you came in the storm and the rain; /
The ghost Of kiss on,my forehead
An anguish of lingering pain.
Oh life is a terrible dramal
Each actor must play out his role;
Tomorrow | stand At the altar,
With . lie on my lips aud my soul
Ny God when | see on my finger
The gleam of that gold marriage ring,
Oh shelter my soul from the memory
Of the lover who loved me last spring2
THE London Daily Telegraph says: "Na-
ture, while she specially built the human
form to stand habitually erect, has special
ly decreed that men and women should oc-
rest themselves by assuming a
sedentary position. Almost every medical
authority on the deformities of the human
body has drawn attention to the fact that
standing too long operates in vicious di-
reetion, which, by elongatiug certain
muscles, weakens them: that from the
necessity of changing position in order to
rest the muscles it occurs that when people
are standing they alternately balance them
selves first on one leg and then on the other,
but most frequently on the left and that
girl with weak spine, after standing, up