The farmer and mechanic. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1877-1885, 1883-05-09
For the r. z M.-Household-

happy band? Like Peter. | have long
been waiting at the gate; but could not
make the attempt till now.
Yes, dear Anita, = y, ur friend who
signs his name with a hieroglyphic" has
at last mustered mp courage to knock al
/ The door of the Household and he hopes
your invitation may prove an open sc
same sufficient to entitle him to a seat
And GRANDMA" dear Grandma, may
| not sometimes sit at your honored feet -?
All what visions of the olden time arise
before me as | write the magic word, foI
| once had a grandma too, though for
more hal twenty years the winter ha.
''sifted its SHOWS upon, and the "yerna
blossoms" have bloomed around her
lonely grave. All the happy, happy
"auid lang syDel' The happy yule-
tides spent with dear old grandma! And
how sadly sweet the bells of memory"
chime to- night 1t was a long while
ago, June l., 1862, when the star OF our
Young Coniederacy, undimmed by de
ieat, was shedding Its inspiring rays
over all our bright Southern land, that
dear old grandma lay dying. | was then
but a boy of twelve. All, how. well do
| remember her calling me-her favorlte
grandchild to her bedside. telling me
she was dying, and asking me to meet
her in Heaven. Two hours later she
had crossed the river" All, how that
scene burned itself into my brainl Since
then | have lost father, mother, a broth
er, and many more, dear to my heart OF
hearts" O loved and lost ones, can |
ever forget We? No. though lost to
sight, to memory dear.
Pardon med ear Household, for thus
forcing my sorrows upon your gay and
| festive throug." | know you are unused
- hem, aud hereafter L will endeavor
10 strike the chords of JOY" though |
AN Sa ly afraid that like the Last Min
strel | will only elicit notes of woe
on the Hill" We will ever hold your
dear letters in grateful remembrance.
Besides, have a blossom for you-a
little wee, tiny spring flower.
And Anita" to you at least, | will
neve go into eclipse" again. l re-
ceived the token of remembrance, con.
tanning the news that the war had
M. B. c." Queen of Love and
P~oesy," as some rhyming fellow once
sung. come into our Household again
even it be to tell us hat "eivilized man
cannot live without" Cape Fear
Potato Ponel We miss thee "sairly."
And christian Reid" do smile upon
Us again. | would beg thee, ''ladye
~iaire,'' on Bonded knee to come to Us at
once, but since lovely Anita" mas sued
TO thee in vain, | dare not call thee from
thy sacred rill." Art so busy writing
romances, fare ladye ? Well, go on
in thy g~lor.ous career, the eyes of the
Old North State are on thee, and her
sons and daughters proud of thee. Yet.
we humbly sigh for you in our House,
hold band.
And "Anuie Laurie leave the ''bonny
braes of Maxwelton'' and may thy greet
ings not be
Like angels visits, few and far BE-
tween
And Maud Muller how is your
Judge getting on? Well, | hope.
10y may be duty" and love be
law" with you. aud that you may never,
like vour namesake, have cause to say
1T might have BEEN
Il. e. b." can q not leave your
magazine awhile and join us: We'll. i
wish you success. At all events, no
one can deny that it is read (red.) |
admired the verses the New York geu-
tleman penned to a certain lady's eye
brow very much.
Tar Heel" / send you the song
MY Queen as you request, though ii
IS slightly unlike that OF the great Eng
fish Novelist in his charming book
"Kenelm Chillingly.'
MY QUEEN"
Words by Stella. Music by Blumenthal.
Where and how shall L earliest meet
her?
What are the words she first will say
By what name shall L learn to greet
her?
know not now. but twill come some
day.
With the self-same sunlight shining
upon her
Streaming down on her ringlets' sheen,
She is standing somewhere, she | would
honor,
She that / wait for, my queen, my
queen.
L will not dream OF her tall and stately
She that | love may be fairy light
| will not say she should walk sedately
Whatever she does it will sure b.
right.
Anu SIt may NC l uilpl VI Iitui- M.
lady,
Or that sweet calm that is just be
tween.
But whenever she ONE she will fine
me ready.
To do her homage, my queen. my
: queen.
But she must be courteous. she must b,
holy,
Pure in her spirit that maiden | love
Whether her birth be noble or lowly,
[ care no more than the spirits above
! And I'll give my heart to my lady
: keeping,
And ever her strength on mine shall
lean,
; And the stars shall fall and the angel
: be weeping
, Ere | cease to love her, my queen
, my queen.
Now. Tar Heel" is this reall.
"about ALL you know. or remember
n of "Kenelm C~hillingly:' Surely, yoI
must nave been in love when you rea'
it, to have forgotten the quaint saying
of the hero, his fight with huge Ton
BOwles, their great friendship alter
wards, old Sir Peter. stately Lady Chill
u lingly, the high-church parson and M
n muscular christianity" Lady elena
y loou, Reid Decimus Roach, Mrs. Came