Clarksville weekly chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1873-1890, 1883-02-24
CHRONICLE LETTER BOX.
From Cinderella.

I1D1IOIs ShESONINbE - diuOh
me if you deem this, an Intrusion,
after an absence of several months.
But through your valuable paper
let me thank the junior editor of
the EIkton Register for copy of
his paper containing the eulogistie
letter of their gifted correspondent,
Vera, in which he wishes to know
what has become of "Cinderilla."
For his information / will say she
is quietly musing around her own
fireside these cold wintry days,
while her memory often reverts to
the dear old days that she spent in
tracing her golden thoughts upon
paper to meet the glances of the
readers of the Register. No, her
pen is not yet worn to the stem,
but quietly lies undisturbed. Her
theme Of thoughts are not yet ex-
hausted, but often trace with ami
mated innocence the golden images
that filter now and then before her,
becoming weary of laboring with
love for those to whom they follow,
always ready to yield homage to
the pure and innocent beauties of
nature, which God has lavished so
freely around us. Yes, she often
listens to the gentle zephyrs as they
pass, leaving behind their soft,
sweet, melodious tones as they fall
upon her ear, like the sweet ca
dence of an Italian bard as he traces
the notes of his clarinet. Yes,
many and tender and full of sweet
ness has been her inspiring thoughts
during all these long, weary days,
though cold and cherries, they
have been agreeable, and not only
so, but delightful, affording her a
good foundation to revel in fancy
yes, she has dived into the depths
of the future, and to her poor mind
it seems like a great misty cloud
which comes up before her, and
N<AhhOt IL ;
she extends her hands in the dark
expanse to grasp blindly for some
thing true and perceptible to lead
her, when she discerns that it is an
unknown region, through whose
trackless paths she is guided: Yes,
she still loves the June roses that
thrilled her heart with such unde-
fined raptures, as she catches in
fancy one glimpse of those dear old
floral friends of the long ago. They
carry her back to her happiest
hours, and she longs for the mid
summer to come with her gerani-
ums and verbenas to kiss her feet
as she passes, and smilingly say, o,
how lovely we are. Yes, she can
almost imagine herself wandering
in the garden or in the lawn re-
Ginning upon the cool, fragrant
grass beneath the evergreens, there
close her eyes and feel the soft ca
ressing touch of the gentle south
wind upon her cheek, while her
pleasing sensation imbibes the wild |
pungent OdOr of the pine cones that |
fall at her feet. Yes, she some |
times dreams of the robins that |
have thrilled her ear from dawn |
till dark, revealing to her heart |
better than any words can the
sweet mysteries that lay enshrined
therein though her thoughts some
time produce rifle in the calm
wave, yet they are all the more
sweet because of her utter isolation |
from the great warfare of her pen
that now has lain silent so long.
No, she has not bestowed one
thought upon the use of the "silver
slipper, "but has enjoyed the "Inter-
lectual quiet" of perusing the Old
which has afforded her
pleasure in following Abra-
ham, Isaac and Jacob, and many
others of like renOwn, but to her
mind DAvid's nature is more char
acteristic of simplicity than any
other
MADAME RumOr" still survives
and no matter how cold and bad
the weather, she keeps going. She
has at last consummated some of
her plans in the marriage channel,
and here let me extend to my friend
Charles the wish that the brilliant
star of hope that now shines so
with one uninterrupted
food of delight. may pour upon his
forever, aud that the end
less Joys of prosperity Inay attend
him through life. The old lady still
claims that another one of her mat
-Imoniaf ties will be completed this
week. but As we have been so close
~ ouartered for some time we are
nnable 10 state as to the truth of her
assertion, but trust that our Ken
,uc,x ! friend when he invades Ten
nessee soil to pluck her fairest
fiowsr. win be more successful in
1ettine away with his lovely prize
! os,ry,I tne reach OF pursuers than
,ss the unfortunate = Polk !
70" Another year win al its joys !
nd sJlrbw5 has been ilset toed up
:, ,nI ts,e record of time; the pleasures
"a 1Lo,z,s and sorrows are alike writ
ZEN. some soon to be fotsoaaen !,
'eh;,e others will burn fOrevertipon "a