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VOLUME I. NEW ORLEANS, SUNDAY MORNING, JANUARY 3, 1869. NUMBER 48.
MOrNING STAR AhD CATmDU.TO IcS .um,
NEW ORLEANS, SUNDAY, JANUARY 3, tse.
The tenderness-and natural feeling, as well
as poetic sentiment, embodied in the following
lines, commend themselves to every heart. We
shall be pleased to hear frequently from the
For the Moriting Star and Catholic Messenger]
Anniversary of Our Daby's Death.
Memories of a Mother's Heart.
I am thinking of thee, baby,
And my terasare falling fast
Of the time I first beheld thee,
Of the time I saw thee last;
Of the many, many hours
When thy little nestling head
Lay upon my loving bosom,
Till they took thee frets t-.deas.
lam thinking of thee, baby !
OneI lay oe weak and pale,
That the very lie.blood's gushings
In my heart had seemed to fall;
When they broeught my new-born treasure,
And I looked on thee and smiled,
Thinking life most sweet and precious
For thy sake, my child.
I am thinking of thee, baby,
When thy life had numbered days,
And each coming day had added
To thy beauty and thy grace.
Waking, sleeping, I can see thee.
Restless, eager in thy play
Birdlike, moving and un~jring,
Through the live-long day.
I am thinking of thee, baby
Ifow. when eve was drawing near,
And the day's last rosy lingerings
In the west would disappear.
How thy bright eyes would grow misty,
As It sympathy with earth,
Till the snowy lids would covbr
All their radiance, all thy mirth.
I am thinking of thee, baby
oh! my bursting heart will break,
As it all comes up before me.
All its grieving for thy sake!
When those eyeswould, pleading, seek me,
Asking for relief from pain;
P'lending-asking of thy mother
Pleading-asking-all in vain.
I am thinking of thee, baby
They had robed thee all in white
They had laid thee down most gently,
Covered o'er so very ligtli
Coldly, colding were thy fingers,
Folded on thy little breast
No more lifted to thy mother
From that painless rest.
I am thinking of thee, baby,
As my Bible says thou art
Clasped in tender love and kindness
To thy Saviour' heart.
Oh! I could not bear it, darling,
Were it not taught to me there
Such as thou the gentle Shepherd
Makes HIis choicest care.
I am thinking of thee, baby
Life to me is not so dear
All my hope and all my object
Is to meet thee there.
Pitying Saviour! when the hour
Of my death shall come,
Send my blessed angel baby
To escort me home.
Platquemine, La. L D.
TWO BOCKS FaRO THE CHRIITWAS FILRE
Some minutes must have elapsed before I
awoke to consciousness. When I did I felt
very cold, and very confused, and forsome time
rnmble to realize the full extent of what had
occurred. Was it all a hideous dream ? Yes;
there was the chamber, still filled with the white
Mroonlight; there was the accursed portfolio.
Who could that nmtn be f Luey had no brother;
and I was intimately acquainted with the en
tire circle of her relatives. What rendered it
necessary that he should hide like a thief un
der an honest roof f What devil hadprompted
Iinm to come there and sow bitterness between
1ie anld her, who was dearer to me than even
life lint, Lucy ! how had I merited this out
r:ge-Low came it that she should strive to
win my heart, and cast it away as a thing not
worth the keeping f I heard a bell-leard my
Lame called; arid collecting all my strength
and resolution, stalked into the house, up into
the drawing-room, where Lucy was sitting
with a hypocritical air of iunocpnce at the pia
no; where Fid with his future wife nestled
pleasantly in a corner; where Major Whitley
and Mr. Davis were discussing coffee and poli
tics. Striving to smile, I stole to a corner of
the room, and mastered by the sense of my own
misery, sat down far from every one. Lucy was
singing. Her voice was brilliant with its ac
eustomed buoyancy; her nimble fingers chased
the keys with their usual rapidity; her very air
was instinct with a sense of happiness. Listen :
" Up and down the world may go,
The stars die out. sns cease to shins ;
But a lowly cot and a passionate heart.
Sweet sage, are mine, and enough for mine.
There's music in his lightest tone,
HLs breath is like the lighted clove.
Give others power, nd thrones anberowns,
Bnt give tome content sad love.
La! Is! is! content and love."
"Parkson," said Mr. Davis, as Lucy ended
and with a shake of luxuriant curls, turned
Kate, " go down on your knees and
"The prisoner is entitled to a'copy of the in
dietment. Am I not, sir?"
" And you shall have it, my boy," he replied.
" How dare you absent yourself all this time
without permission t"
"Oh! I beg to offer the amplest apology.
The truth is, I took the liberty of breathing a
cigar on the lawn."
"Wrong-against all regulationes," observed
" The truth is," Lucy said, " Mr. Parkson is
learning grievous habits-becoming, indeed, a
coniarmed truant." She said this with so much
playfulness, and looked at me so reproachfully,
that I gave her the credit of being one of the
most consnmate diplomatists I had ever met.
" Hie's not right this time," said the Major;
" I demand a court-martial."
" And I would suggest," cried Fid, " that Miss
Davis be namied President."
" Voted unanimously," cried the Major.
" Miss President, I charge the prisoner with de
sertion from his post."
"And what is the prisoner's defense ?" asked
I gnve her a keen, cold look. "His only de
fense," I replied, is-" silence."
" Well," said Lucy,, with a mock- heroic air,
" considering the extreme youth and general
good conduct of the accused, the conit ..itll be
lenient, and only condemn him to a line of-a
The decision was graciously, received, and
went to the piano.
" Comic or seutiniental, Miss Whitley, which
do you prefer 1"
" It is Miss Davis's privilege to choose, I be
lieve, Mr. Parkso,;."
"Not this time," I said, with an affectation
of gaiety. ".Pray choose. I never differ with
a lady on a point of taste."
I saw Lucy start from her chair, and walkto
"Oh, thank you. Well, let it besentimental."
I touched the piano.
"Stop, stop! my young friend," excraimed
the Major. " Give us the argument of the song
first; Pope always does so. What is it about 7"
I turned round. Lucy was leaning thought
full" on the umantel-piece, her face aroundfrom
to say, a very common argument. A kmght
loves a lady, and she pretends to return his
affection. lie discovers that she is false; and
that, in his absence, she encourages the address
es of a rival, to whom she conveys letters by
stealth." I saw Lucy's bosom heave quickly.
" One night he discovers her secreting a letter
addressed to his rival in a rent-roll-queer,
isn't it -anid, on returning to the banquet
where the ladies bards, and knights are assem
bled, he takes a parl and sings this lay."
" What a capital dea," said Mr. Davis. " I
hope the lady didn't die."
"I hope not," I replied; " but the affair is
only a small fragment from an every-day his
tory. Here it is"
" The glory of the summer time deesys,
And broken moons around our planet range;
Leaf, tree, and brook, and even love are. types
Of one, slow-paced eternity of change.
A little speck of canker in the flower,
A little rim of darkness on the moon
From narrow things, the fruit of fate or chance,
The myriad changes of the earth are hews.
Do I reproach her if she shores the fate
0 sat sweet natural things that breathe or blow?
If from the common to the rare she turn,
ie I reproach her as inconstant 1 Po!
Mine is a love that wakes to sacrifice,
And moves obedient unto her desires.
If she would uworehip one, abjuring me,
I'd cast my heart upon his altar fres.
'icae go with her and blossom at her feet -
J'Pea.e go with her whom I love none the less.
Dumb all reproach s but. now and evermore,
The benedtiction of forgetfulntess."
" Rather heavy,-that," observedl Major Whit
ley,-~v-le I had enlded. " Why are young peo
pie so fontl of raisimig ghosts-even at Christ
" You forget, papa," said Kate, " that Mr. I
Parkaon was requested to sing a sentimental
song, and that before complying he explained
its purport at your desire."
" Right, my dear," replied the Major, with an
abashed air and a penitent 'tone. "Right
always. Come and box my ears, Kate."
" Wasn't the knight very forgivingt" asked
Mr. Davis. "Now, if I cared for a lady, I
couldn't find it in me to let her off so easily.
For instance, I should challenge my rival to
the combat, unhorse him, and cut off his nose
as a trophy."
" The age of chivalry is gone," said Fid, "and
God be with it," he added; " its cant and fu
sion would not hold water in our days."
"Right, sir," observed the Major; "and yet,
when we were stationed in Ceylon, and had
nothing better to do, we revived it a bit. We
had duels over disputed cockatoos and camp
kettles. Some were wounded-some killed in
those little affairs of honor ; but anything rath
er than be blase."
I seized on the first pretext, and descended to
the Green-room. A light was burning on the
table at which Lucy sat, writing. She lifted
up her head as I entered, and tears were visible
, r es. I was about to retire wgheaPhe re
qunested me to remain. .
" Three hours ago, Mr. Parkson," she said,
rsi , "I-implored of you not to judge me
hru . I as muooh as told you that I was
bolindto follow circumstances, and asked your
good opinion to help me. You have broken
your promise. When my heart is filled with
anxiety for the fate of one to whose welfare I
cannot be insensible, you came to strike me
down with severe words and mortifying accu
sations. I know what you have ne, I-k w
" Lucy," I said, " will you pardon nme for say
ing that there are limits to the blindest credu
lity ? Perhaps I had no right to think I had an
exclusive claim to your affections. The proof
is plain that I had not. And yet, fool as I anm,
I have enough generosity to resign all my
hopes, to bless my rival, and accept the de
I sat down ; I leant my head on the back of
the chair, and gazed abstractedly into the lire.
" le is no rival, I assure you," she said.
" Then who is he-what is lie Why does he
hide like a criminal, afraid of the light f Who
is he ?"
"That," she replied, in a tone of trembling
inhecision, " I cannot tell."
" You will int tell ?"
"I implore you not to ask me-now."
" Miss Davis," I said, with a calmness which
a tonished myself, " we will say good-by.e this
night. Under the circumstances, it would be
ltiair to embarrass you and humiliate myself."
" No, no," she exclaimed, " we shall, indee.d,
not. Trust me a day longer--one day, Rich
" To-morrow morning I shall leave for L-.
May his love make you happier than mine ever
" And if," shepleaded, " the suspicions which
you entertain shall be explained, and yoell shall
know you have wronged me, where will the
atonement be ?" -
" In the consciousness," I replied, "that I
have acted from no morbidfeeling of jealousy
that I have used mly senses, and been convinced
that my conduct has been just and honorable."
" And yet you have been deceived."
" )i ).r.e.il'l diu navis. Is it deception that
I accuse a lady of carrying on a secret corre
spondence with a gentleman, and she acknow
ledges it f On your honor as a woman, did
you not kiss a note, and hide it in his portfoilio
an hour ago f"
'" That is true-true."
" Well, let' the quarrel end here. God for
"' Hark !" cried Lucy, springing from her seat
and fixing a look of terror on the windows.
" My God I! he is 16st."
The tramp of horses' feet, and the dull crash
of grounded arms on the graveled approach to
the house startled me.
" Gwad all the appwoaches to pwevent es
cape," cried a shrill, half feminine voice, in a
commanding tone, outside. I heard the tread
of men filing into the avenues that skirted the
lawn, and the commotion which-the circum
stance caused amongst- our friends overhead.
Peering out througls'a slit in the shutters, I
could distinctly see the black uniforms and
bright bayonets of the police, drawn up in a
double line facing the house.
"Lucy !" cried Mr. pavis, who had rushed
down stairs, and stood agitated and pale in the
hall ; "can anything be done to prevent a cap
The crash of a musket-but against the door
resounded through the house.
" They will break in in a moment, Lucy; is
there no hope ?"
She knitted her hands across her forehead,
and for a moment was lost in retlection.
"Papa," she said, with startliqig snddenness,
" he must swing from the nursery windows into
the walunut. Uo, go-oh! save him."
A second crash of musket-buts at the door
made our hearts leap with anxiety. Rushing up
Siaiirs we found Miss Whitley, Fid, the Major,
and the-pale young man collected in a whisper
ing group on the drawing-room landing.
" Up," cried Lucy, taking the latter's hand;
" unfasten the nursery window and leap into
" God bless you," he cried, and kissing her
hands, darted up stairs.
"Ellen," said Lucy to a terrified domestic,
" take all the books and rapers you will find in
the Blue room, and hide them in the air-bed.
Be sure to fill it." The servant disappeared,
and returned in a few minutes loaded with
papers, amongst which I recognized the accur
sed portfolio. Shortly afterwards the hall door
was throw open, and the police entered. There
was a great clatter of feet in the hall, and a
loud banging of doors, in the intervals of which
the hum of coarse voices, modified by an occa
sional shrieking order, reached us. In less than
a minute, a delicate knock was given at the
drawing-room door, and a man of some thirty
summers, of slender person and affected air,
entered. Placing a glass to his left eye, he
swept the room, when, seeing Mr. Davis, he ex.
claimed. in a mincing, snobbish style of de
"Beg pawdon. Ve'y disagweeable, Mr.
Davis, but my dooty, sir--"-
"I can anticipate all your apologies, Mr.
Inspector," said Mr. Davis. "Pray discharge
"My dooty, sir, is of a pecoolarly painful
nature. But A man must not shrblk, as you
know, on that account."
Our host bowed.
"I am indtwucted that you harbwa' a rebel
here," he continued, directing a look, meant to
be facetious, at the ladies.
hereplied, with the least tinge of irony, "never
harboured a man who was ashamed to show his
fate to honest people."
SVe'y pwobable," observed the inspector;
"'spose I am to unde'stand that you have no
rebel in your house." .
" You have my answer, sir," said our host.
" Doubting that, have the goodness to satisfy
" Because my inst wuetions are," the inspector
went on, "that-- who has taken up arms
against the gwuvment of our gwa:ciousqueen,
has been hiding several days in Southbank
"Act upon your instructions, sir." sanib Mr.
Davis. " You shall have every facility if you
wish to search."
" It's pwainlul-very itwainful," solloqunised
the Inspector, as he til, ed his dress boots
with his dress sword. " Ilave the nurn folnnd
any twaces "' he a:sked, turningi to a constable
who stood, nmnket in hand, on the door mat.
"Poked all the beds, fired u"i all the chinmeys.
tapped all the walls-have they ?"
"Yes, sir," replied the umian, with an ineffectual
attempt to suppress a laugh. "Sergeant
Watson pinked anl air hled with his bayonet,
and you should hear it squeak. My eye!"
" Ah. Then dran off and repo't in the
morning." With these words the inspector
placed his sword under his narm, bowed separate-,
ly to each of us, and stalked out of the rooe..
The men, who Ihad tumbled ledowni stairs frCtm
all parts of the house, quickly followel him;
and, in less time than it takes to tell-it, peace
and quiet was restored to Sonthbazrk.
"I breathe freely again," said" Lucy. "Mr.
-has escaped. There ii no one in the
" Major Whitley," said our host, " I may tell
you, as an honorable jrtuan, that a brave young
felitgiftuedalhjs lis -ears, the husband of
a charming and Accomplished woman-a man
whose only crime is that he has been too faith
ful to his unhappy country, has been nmy guest
for the last two days."
" Goud bless him," exelaimed the Major. " God
"Does the circumstance compromise Major
Whitley f" asked Mr. Davis, ith some anxiety.
" Kate." cried the j , " box Mr. Davis's
ears." We all ied.
"I hope bsnay escape thepatrols," said Fid.
" And his papers," cried Lucy. " Oh, papa,
I fear he has no money."
" I have taken care of that dear," said Mr.
Davis. " I kimdw he was proud ; but I con
trived to force ths acceptance of fifty pounds
on him this morning. His papers will be safe
inyour custody, love."
"Heaven prosper al brave men," cried the
Major, enthusiastically. "Whether they forge,
or weave, or fight, or write, Heaven prosper
" And a double blessing," exclaimed Lucy,
with an inspired light in her eyes, " crown the
men who are not ashamed to forge, and weave,
and fight, and write for Ireland."
"' Bravo !" cried the Major, striking the table.
" That's the stulf that makes revolutions-
bravo !" and he struck the table again.
" Papa " exclaimed Kate, " I declare you
have broken a sugar bowl."
"Then bo. my cars, darling," said the
Major, thrusting his noble head into his
daulghter's lap. Did Kate box his ears f No,
she kissed him tenderly and reverently. Fid
ituniediately gave her his arm, and led her and
the Major out on the verandah. Lucy--touched
" Oh ! I have such a wicked secret to tell you,
papa," she said, knitting her hands on the old
gentleman's shoulder, and looking at him ap
" Pray, don't go Mr. Parkson. Our friends
share our confidences."
" A secret, dear 1"
" Yes,. papa. I have b~in so naughty, so
imprudent, you willnever forgive. Ellen fetch
" I think Lucy is getting n a Christmas
mystery for our edification, Mr.Parkson," said.
" Indeed she is not. Now you will judge
and Mr. Parkson will plead for me. Poor Mr.
. You know "
" Yee. I hope he is safe by this time."
"Well, papa, a hundred little things, which
only a woman sees, made me think he had no
money, and I pitied him from my heart. This
morning you gave me a ten-pound note as a
Christmas-box. I enclosed that note in a lette
to Mr.-, begging of him to acsept froa
one who wished him well. I placed it in i
letter and- and- ," Lucy hesitated.
"Well, what did you do with the letter "
"I kissed it."
* "Was that allT" asked Mr. Davis.
"Oh, pap, that was a great deal. But I
kissed it only for the sake of dear Ireland, and
then hid it in his portfolio."
" You darling," said Mr. Davis, passionately,
as he pressed the noble girl to his bosom, " yes
" And, papa, and pray, look, Mr. Parksen,
there is the portfolio, and here ia the note.
Read it, I beseech you.
the bank-note, and read as follows:
"DEAn Mn.-- WilI you forgive the fkee
dom I know 1 am guilty of in begging your
acceptance of the enclosed ? Even shouldc you
not keep it for yourself, do so for the sýe of
others who have incurred the displeasure of
government, "and have no means to escape it.
With this go-wherever it goes-the beet
wishes of LucY DAVIs."
I heard the lItter read, inr a sort of half,
dreamy stupor, through whichthe recollections
of my reproaches and suspicions flashed with
painful force. I was penitent and humble.
Brave, generous, devoted little woman, nobly
hand slie suflerced, nobly had she triumphed t-'
Overwhelmed with shame, I turned my eyds
away, oly to encounter hers, deep, limeI Ous,
and ftrgiving. We were alone. A ligtouch
on cmy shouldecr, a low voice-in my ecr:
" Dear Richard, you are blame '. Hadyou
been less provoked I could sce ly think that
you-you cared for ime."
" Lucy," I said, and th ir niimo thickened
in my throat, " you ar) all goodness, you are
all greafness, all ycnerosity. I-0 God pity
me ! am unwortlh. to know you longer."
" No, no, she sobbed; "the: trial was. bitter
-it was 4ntel ; let it strengthen while it
humblestis. Who is it that has not had some
thin . to regret-something to atone for t We
a /need forgiveness."
-'" I know." I said, " how you must despise
me-how the insulting words I uttered must
have stung and hurt you. Let my forgiveness
he your silence-my penance your forget
"No," she whispered, Were it a hundred
times worse I could forgive you.; forget you I
could not. Dear Richard," and she laid
head upon my shoulder-" can you love d
speak of forgetTulness "
" Dearest,did I not love yo uld never
have suffered this terri ebasement. With
you have been a sted all the plans, the
hopes, the s ions which have grown up
within ince I shook off the wishes of a boy
a sd-med the caresof manhood. If I have
iimbitionesxlchss, iAndependence, whatever
the world respects and applauds, it was for
you, that you might share them. For many
years I have been building up a home, than
youmight sanctify it. To part from you would
indeed be misery ; and yet I deserve it."
" Look st me," she whispered.
I raised my head-I gazed into her forgiving
eyes. All resolutions, all dreams of parting
dissolved in their pure light. Dear Lucy
there was no parting. Whom God has united
by such tender sympathies though one should
err, let no one separate. Place thy dear hand
in mine, and trust in me."
" Dear, darling Richard !"
" Only think of it " cried the Major, bounding
into the room, and drawing in Mr. Davis by the
hand. "Up comes the young rogue, sir, and
asks me for Kate-to nay face. And up comes
Kate, sir, with a look which threatened that
she would box lay ears if I refused. What
could I do but strike colors and surrender?"
" Well," said Mr.. Davis, rubbiug his hands
and smiling, " I supRlse you did the best for
tin' young cullprits.'" ere Fid; looking very
his arm, flushed and diffident.
" SMr. Davis," I said, taking Lucy's hand, " I
am afraid there are more culprits than our
friends, present. Lookon us, sir, andbe merci
" y J.lJove, Major, this is too much of a good
thing'saiatr s!st. " Why will no one marry
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