The ladies' garland. [volume], July 28, 1827, Page 44, Image 4

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[l runt K'l^r\ri'rfti'r Pmcticul iluur- tion ]
“A lad) vv !i \\a- t ••id «f having !•# r house \v% II
arrai.g, •!, disom-i ed, t*» Up .in../ in. nt of ia-r ac
<pt 4i'uiiC<, tn art ot making all !e r s« rvauls keep
( vn\ thing m I'spiu e K\en in the k .udit-n, fn»m
the most iipiuiv artu 1< tn tin* most unuehlv, eve
r\ Hung u a'- invariably to be fniiml in / . .blotted
st.t• »<>n; i!ie servants were thought mined s <J ohe*
<Jie:.C'e*; !mt, in fact, they obeyed because it was the
easiest tiling' thrv rould posssblv do. Order vv.«s
mad* more couveiik in j Hu m than disorder, and,
\vit b t lu-dr lit ii i ns t mg* on nt} ti • save* i In uiselvcs t rou
bb , t:iry could not invent places for every thing
liP' p appropriur than those which bad been as
bigned by tlicir unstress* legislative economy.”
// h insn-,,1 interruption —When Dr. Itradon was
rc! t**r "> Klllinn, in Kri.t, (lie t< \t hi- one dav ik
1'), ■ o . Tom, w as “ Who art tliou After reading
th -'' m.nit- (as was tns enstmn) a pause, tnr
tlit- in, , • 'a..on In ri S.fj upon the words; when
a gi •] ii-.iii m ;i Ui.lit.tr\ dress, w ho at that instant
Was mulching ury sedately up il,c middle a.de ot'
the church. supposing it a cpiestion ad.hcsseil to j
hint, id tie- ait., ns- iii ail [lies! nt, replied, “ I am,
sir, an eflictr i f the l/tlt foot, on a recruiting j
J.arty lute ; anil having brought tie. wife atul fa mi- j
ly w ith me, I wash to he acriuamtcd w ith tin- m-igli- !
hilling I-Iergy and p ntry.” This so ilerangetl the
Duine, at’..! astonished the congregation, that tin/
the) attempted to listen with decorum, the ills- i
roerse w as not proceeded in without considerable I
ddlicuit) .—[.V }’ Farmer.
1 w o old haeltelors meet eg after a long separa
don, and cacii fnuiing that the other continued in a i
state ot ‘single hlesseiliiesss,* one c\ laimed, “well, i
I am sorry fur your lorloru condition.” “And I,” •
replied Ins fra ml, “ am eijuallv sorry for von; s ’
I hen, rejoined the lust, u c are a couple of s rrrv
fellows!” ‘ ' i
3POSTKY.
UK Mill'll. SKKT( H
“ II i'ull burb, r'.iiulif l.-il/ui, yr..\ the! ! ev r U d
Vos, I remember her, I s iw I er first
In 'he sweet prime of womanhood—the rose
Of health, in \ oung and dewy freshness bloomed
Upon her check, mul froir, her chirk blue eye
1 he spirit nt each new-born thought, looked cut
In undisguised eyp-vsjion, am! diilusecl
Over her face ils own pure loveliness !
O, she was one of those for whom earth seemed
Kver in sunir.: health—ham brows
Melted to smiles—and hearts uriuvi.f i i f . 1,
Softened to tenderness ' — Where'er she move
Knell eye looked gladrt - —and each voice,
I:i as best tones, spoke ivtiy an* ; and the world
Was proud of her. Vet she, so loird, caressed,
And followed, was all nieekuesa— her whole heart
A deep, pure fount of blessing—such she v. as !
\ change came o'er her ; the fell, blasting breath
Of slander, hke the syror, passed. lire vet
Tito sun had kissed away its dew, we saw
'1 lie loveliest flower morn ever smiled on, droop.
Sorrow was wasting fast the springs of life.
She was alone—pale, pale, but lovely still,
friends who had looked but to her slightest smile
for happiness, had long forsaken her ! —
It was a summer eve—the sun had sunk
Down from a golden sky, whence brightly streamed,
I . li\ «r V\ UIK' ti< 111, a haft, 'il* i 11 *
( I il ! e-»- vl ! k< a I; \ i h (Ii i ail., on ;«il
’fin gil'lnl Id: tlsca pi ; in* bU f. t hi cuth uf finvt la
( .Hit on l n It fit a.t, -i’cahng flics >il
L*kc an^i I hurpmgb heard m l'den\s hower—
<»r Mh «it ■.« :i\i i», comp. -view d < h fo soolll
Tie* ni'.'f!;.I anguish ofrlic ct\ ' -• s:cnt
Shi 1 ■ ■.ik• I with .1 n J ’ s.i Ot-- no flu- scene
F a d i:. g I lie :>■ i —“ A •! 1 i-ail , •» <1,” si i said,
: “ M' ( eii ii^’s mi. w uiiUi set in ts tull • n.< ,
“l.V th. ” Oh, wod.!’ tic, vis.t: it s»ji>rii
A ic Ic.iri" I to 11) I \ ' '111. L* Mill! Mliwici lit f u • 1.1 ! 1
S'u- S*.uk tu i.eatii t . :n — ;’.d tin- j > it \ tug ( urth,
W !|US.; ..Clitic If - , O VC- 'punie-i A flllM
Of •> 11: nv., or* tve ,. .1 .i 1 • •!:« i cm si,
liatli t’c eked her grave with freshest green and
il ut\ ei.s.
L. £. L.
M " Linden and Mi*' I f<-mans divide the pnpu
l:tl* laurels of thcladv pints a tt.c dav . Tht V aic
' 'pt illi ubiquitous tunl ctpullv intrepid Nn
"I tils' oil (listnib or retard tin firm of *• wot;!s
that breathe ”—no f -eling id’ weariness in them
si lies and no misgivings hair.1 they of v. eariitoss in
tin ;f readers ; they pour foitil their floods of nec
tar, as it the sources could never diy , nor the streams
lose tin-::’ sweetness, nor their price. The\ scatter
— to change the figure—there is no talking of poets
without figures—they scatter their flowers with a
profusion that cares not for the withering- fur the
In-s can easily and instantly be replaced. The rose
buds arc yet young and vigorous—in the fid! strength
of their bearing—-ei tile Macartney kind, and bloom
the year round, in eternal succession. To I, K 1,
indeed, i; seems a matter of perfect indifference in
to « hat measure she plunges—the medium is equal
ly navigable ; her agility and dexterity are the same,
i
and she floats and flow s with the same ease. At the i
close of the “ (.olden Violet,” are thrown in two or !
three smaller pieces, which to our own taste, are !
the best of the book ; and of these is “ I.eve's Last
Lesson.” It tells of the feeling of one who is bid
den by her lover to forget him. The pathos of the
'uing is true and deep ; it looks less hke the mere
clfort of fancy'than the rest. It is either inspira
tion, or she knows and feels what she tells about.—
!'. is 111 c best of the volume.—[ .V } Mirror.
Teach it me if you c in—forgetfulness !
I surely shall forget, it \ r>n can liic] nu- ;
1, w ho have worshipped ihee rm saint on earth— ;
I, who have bowed me at thy lightest word,
\ot;t last command “forget me, ’ will it not
Mnk deeply down w.thm mv inmost soul •
I orget time ' — ay, forgetfulness will be
A nieifv to me. lit tlie mam nights
U hen 1 have wept tor that I dialed not sleep—
A dream had made me live- my w oes again,
Acting m\ w retchedness, without the hope
\U toohsh he irt still clings to, though that hope
Is like the opiate, which may lull awhile,
I lien wake to double torture ; by the (lav s
Passed in lone watching and in anxious fears,
U lien a breath sent the crimson to mv cheeek, ]
Like the red gushing cf a sudden wound;
By ad the careless looks, and careless words,
Which have to me been like the scorpion’s stinging; 1
By happiness blighted, and by thee, torever ;
By thy eternal w ork of wretchedness ;
By all my w ithered feelings, mined health—
Crush’d hopes—and rifled heart—I will forget thee!
Alas ! my words are vanity. Forget thee !_
Thy work ot wasting is too surely done.
The April shower may pass and be forgotten,
The rose fall, and one fresh spring in its place ;
And thus it may he with light, summer love.
It was not so with mine it did not spring,
hi' > u ilii m' iit’> i.f href, hi :iu»;tu! ;
\< •. •mid I-!.:?.’ m.lk, v. hen 11.. i\u >
•v’i «i up»n i tiiv « ii :-kt <l« \v iij • •) the rose,
\'M>|:—hssomi(!..|j: !■, !: — a- (]i| t. kl-. pa-^ed ;
lh.lt Mill f*1Tst c til* l no V\ II vli’s *i . ! .• L,s h • I li,
Am: taught nit* !\-ve eu 1 iijt! nu:i i<! I.me’s nume.
Silt flung isi.l'- >|.C SC! £-I I, ..s it hail p-.tt
I;. In ; ip < in - \ W |.\ should sh. \\ r te 5
"A h *’ f "tM v:i• «.» i iii - 1! i rwi ii m’s jii nit* forbutlt
1 <> I- t Inn- lik io.'i ii lu i |m ai », :■'■(} m e
h u ;is all ll'tcr i 'Oil ; :u><{ c< (1 \\ oiai-,
\nd s< (*m ami s| irht ilia' m o npa\ In.- own*
^ ' l • « I a lull i. la nt. ti.igf , 1 u \\ In • v -on ml
si.i* nu^hi i'i'i i' 11n- l»* i iimv. i .i-ce I’* ' . she bent
11*t In a ! upon !u i arm, x> u h-w , »(■ o U
S. not d i■ iit il.o i mu..I n * h ng m m- -now,
I'ouel.t tl h\ the (lush’d cheek’s ciiim tt life
blond
I.ess wrings in slit tilling1, than sue!: * ■ as ‘.hose.
Hl(>M nt |.\ i \ . .
A I Al l Ol HOKLOh*
(/ rom tin original German of Hit f/crf Tin v;
l.emona was daughter ot Hndda ?)ic* brave,
\\ hose throne u as « xahed on high ;
His gold and his sil\*i Idl’d man', a c:.-c
11 * ^ nobles were haughty, hut each, as :i dr.vc,
Obeyed the least dart of his e\e.
Lemona u:.s tall mid Lemona uaOair,
Her ringlets tell over her shoulder.
Like the silver-winged dove was the smooth of L •
hair *
Her fingers were taper, her elbows were hare
O 1 it made the heart heat to behold her.
I.emnna had huntsmen and hounds in her train,
And oi silver-shod horses a score ;
Her Palfrey was grey, and of silk was his rein,
lie champ’d his gold-bit as he pranc’d on the plain,
And seemed proud of tlie burden lie bore.
Lc-m na was happ\ •. for Hi uno, the sun
Of a rich and a mighty gn at Kail,
I lad sigh’d, and had knelt, and her heart lie had won,
As she sat on her seat by the rivers that run
Through bridges of Mother of Pearl.
Quick throbbing*, quick throbbmgs swell'd thick
in her bn ast :
She gave a consent with a faultcr :
1 he priests weie assembled, m surplices drest,
Young Bruno nmd cheerlv the damsel carest,
As they walked up the aisle to the altar.
I he palace was crowded, the chandeliers shone,
The uor) tables were spread :
The bride and the bridegroom were placed on a
throne,
ii-v- .1 vnm V I V as |U| nil u U1 il larj^C UI1J A-blOIie,
With a canopy over their head.
Now the laugh shakes the hull, and the ruddy wine
Hows ;
Who—who is not merry and gay ?
I.emona is happy, for little she knows
Ol 'he monster so grim that lay hush'd in repose,
Kxpecting his evening prey !
\\ hile the music played sw eet, and with trippings
so light,
Bruno danced through the maze of the ball,
I.emona retired, and her damsels in white
Led her up to her chamber, then wish’d her “ good
night,”
And w ent down again to the hall.
The monster of blood now extended his paws,
And from under the bed did he creep ;
W ith blood-clots besmeared, he now stretch’d out
Ins claws,
W itli blood-clots besmeared, lie now open’d his
jaws,
To feed on the virgin asleep,
lie seiz’d on a vein and lie gave such a bite,
And he gave with hi:, tangs such a tug,
She scream’d—Bruno ran up the stairs in a fright
1 he guests follow 'd after—when hro’t to the light,
“Lord ha’ mercy 1” they cried, “what n ttuq.