The Donaldsonville chief. [volume] (Donaldsonville, La.) 1871-current, 1882-09-09


They arc the frightful beds and horders
In Gods rich garden: tnat is bare
Which parts their ranks and orders.
The Sundays Of mans life,
Threaded tog,ther on Times string,
Make brccelets to adorn the wife
OF tie eternal glorious King.
On Sunday, Heavens gate stands ope;
Blessings are plentiful and rife,
More plentiful than hope.
How still all Nature seems this morning;
not with enforced silence, but the calm
ness Of holy rest; even the melody of
the field-larl, and thrush, the cheerful
quaver ofthe locust and the chant of in
Vulnerable summer insects, come i'll sub
dued murmur to add with the faint, nn-
certain tinklings of COW and sheep bells,
from the far off pasture. the one touch OF
life needful to the scene. The sweet pan
gency of q distant pine grove floats to
my window, miugling its spicy fragrance
with the perfume of jasmines and honey
suckles from the garden and bower be-
meath; and wonder was ever day SO
beautiful before 49,
So calm so bright,
The bridal Of the earth and sky.
Have you ever noticed that the perfume
of certain flowers will recall persons or
circumstances of the past to the mem
ory' l suppose every ones experience
iii that respect is the same. We have
| all heard of the famous German scientist
who wept upon beholding little alien
| field-fower in the Botanical Garden i'll
Berlin and of Le Valiant who cher
ishel Il blossom, common i'll France,
tel ii NY mrnu r-Trvr-.-''''s
.;,ce removed frt,ss. earth its sweet, fiees'
;nc scent always recalls to- me tha'
! loved one !; her fair, serene face, the slen
! der. delicate hands, the passonless pres
euce which spoke quiet mind, at peac'
: with itself and all mankind; one "hos
daily life, fragrant with well pertofhe'
+ duties was n ceaseless rebuke to the t"'
!, bu]ence of "Woman Fighters. IL wa
Il meet that the violet's breath should u
The chosen perfume of her whose LIE w
:. purity and goodness. l well reme"''
|, what u subtle, spring-like odor "o"'
$, oo,,e from her handkerchiefs, laces, 1a'
and even the folds of her dresses "ht
Of her we'll ordered trunks aud boxes we
g oDened. and to this day when l smell
as violet I recall her and her fayorite wal
lin the old fashioned garden, whose "
i'd ders were set with prim box, and WIG
to heds were filled with old time MOVIE
nd and shrubs, with rosemary. thyme, 1t
~. mel sweet-basil; with dalnask rose lila
ho stocls. lilies and carnations, and cll
u.s. Of all with violets, whose fragrance
ng ways betrayed their place OF conce
si- meut. and whose perfume was as sw
as her home bred virtues.
III The honeysuckle brings back to n'
at summer evening during the war.
vas again a large, cool, white-draped 10
nts where crossed leaver supplied
place of the lm-branches and GRO
Sat of victory-the throng of gathered 1r'c
vo- whom affection and sympathy ha" ca
,oiA touetLer, and the snowy bier which
sid = lovely and youthful form, wrapped
.bly that slumber which only shall he bre
dge when the last trump shall sound.
had lavishly scattered white roses
houeysnckle upon the pale sleeper
Is .,roygh the open windows the
East ,r..ze that brought fresh frasr
o;+; 49,, tha wreathed porch, seal
stirred the glittering locks from the
10 ~, hrnw and cheek. l am once mo
eers. ,itt,e lit child. and feel again the
mall r,ssh of strange emotions, as deep
ha,rt- -frlt tones break the still awe
WING that feem of death: an
bell, , rasnrrection and the life, saith the L
ouge ~. that believeth i'll me, though he
dad. vet shall he live; and whose
rape l;veth and believth in me, shall !
lie lie.n The sweet, piercing song ol
v of caued bird outside, echoes iouo
!; of lung: and find myself wondering
VIOLENCE of unreasoning, chllaish 1e'
pho- why he can sing so merrliy whe
made must know that his young M'sties
;,;l thpr. dead. "Dead, dead!" repe'
80, unmeaning words over and ovef' W W
liko- trv to realize what death IS, the
Westi eioe that loved lips have tried to II
,lored to my young mln4' ,oa =. s1s sn shonl
inton, .ao .ha. Oh" '",,"ved Inv the grief around
rhine, unanswering to the call OF piayms
clares bird. All! little sleeper, why $
~ a.a they have given to you palm. lea! =!
u 'no victoryf who had never ,te fe.s lss 81 !.
id not ,varcome: whose young life was
Smith as the flowers that pillowed your
and we'll nigh as brief. In those IL u
some times they We're forced to Da
rville' at nightfall, by the light OF pine ~, .
re last and in the heavy al. sh.'' ar ".
5000, mig sht seemed nli1I III ths WV" wrraths and
'rieans of honeysuckle which the loving !. =
mated kindred had cast upon Inc 'oa "n,S. +%
hts of and the grave; and ever SINCE ,a.t ~
n Of the honeysuckle brings s bask :
no was ! that siekening feeling 0, gf.ei d. ~