The Panola weekly star. (Sardis, Miss.) 1882-18??, 1884-09-06

DEAR YorNG Folks In peace the
day is fast departing, in silence and
beauty the fair sweet summer is passing
away and even now Is breathing her
last fragrant breath. Yes, she will soon
be gone, Oh, fair, sweet unrctuning
days. We are 10th to say adieu to thy
rosy moons, thy starry ewes, and clncr.
aid walks. Even the gentle winds are
murmuring a sad lullaby, and the flow.
ers have dropped their heads, ms II
weeping DER thy departure
"And the hush Of earth aud air
Seems the pause before a prayer"
While here | sit, all alone, looking out
upon the "last roses OF summer" trying
to think OF something TO write TO the
column. All, ut such an hour as this,
many beautiful thoughts come and 60
through my mind. Thoughts as bright.
hued as the rainbow. Thoughts that
soar above the coinmon things Of earth
into regions OF poetry and dreams.
There! my Thoughts, AZ well rs my eyes,
have wandered back to the roses the
fair, white roses, the bright, rcd roses
these with geraniums, SALIVA heliotrupc
and morning glories, form q beautiful
plrterre ut my window, and look like 80
many bright fncesI looking in upon me.
Oh! Caummie, Nelly BLY,, Polly aud
Rosa Lee, don't you like to pluck your
%geraniums 10 make button-hole boQucts ?
do, and could ! find Time and space, |
would give you II few pen.pictures Of
myself, and tell You all about the pleas
ant times ! have had this summer
sufficient to say | have enjoyed myself
immensely, and SIT my cap, with all iis
bows a flying, ut every beau-ideal Of
manhood but must say ! have escaped,
heart whole aud fancy free, " and ] qn
glad Of It, since Rosa Lee says the boys
don't mea what they say; but she is
always picking (as SHE styles III ut some.
body, and keeps up u perpetual guer.
rilla warfare" with the whole column.
| Where IN Crank the "bndding humor.
ist?" Has be gone and got bound in the
matrimonial moose? | hope not, for
then We would miss his letters; Crank
has quafcd deeply from the wells Of
knowledge. That's right, Crank, for the
poet has truthfully said that
"a little learning is a dangerous thing,
Drink deep or touch not the pierian
spring"
And Nelly BLY, wants TO know what has
become Of Happy Jilcote. Happy, Hap.
ny Milcote. ! don't suppose that he l.
70 happy a. he makes ont, for who Is
there 81 mortals who has not something
wrngIing At his heart TO keep him from
being perfectly happy. All, Nelly bly,,
don't you wish you were the "Cleopatn,
Of his existence ?" Yes, we all like
! Milcoie ~ well as his letters. which NJ,
brim full Of words fifty chosen, ard an
like 'spplcs Of gold in pictures oil silver
What has become Of Polly and her Ear
Castle little pcn7 ! think she has
turned from a literary 10 a culinary gen
Jus, or maybe she has gone 10 III,
springs, like everybody else in Yazoo
one little fellow went from Jacksonville
last week weighing 800. No wondcI
people call us an incomprehensiblc set
Yes, We are, but we e.n comprehend .
great deal moro than people give III
credit for. Times a flying, the sun i
setting, twilight Is approaching, aud
"silcntly one by ono in the infinite mead
ows II Heaven
Blossom the myriad stars, the forgctmc
nots Of the angels"
10 | bid you all adieu.
DcasonviIle, Aug. %. ISrEiIx.