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Entered according to Act of Congress, in June, lß6B, by J. W. Burke A Cos., in the Clerk’s Oflice of the District Court of the United States for the So. District of Georgia.
VOL. 11.
SUMMER WOODS.
/ ye into the summer woods;
I O There entercth no annoy ;
joy All greonly wave the chestnut
loaves,
“pCX And the earth is full ofjoy.
I cannot tell you half the sights
Os beauty you may see—
The bursts of golden sunshine,
And many a shady tree.
There, lightly swung, in bowery glades,
The honey-suckles twine;
There blooms the pink sabbatia,
And the scarlet columbine ;
There grows the purple violet
In some dusk woodland spot;
There grows the little Mayflower,
And the wood forget-me-not.
And many a merry bird is there,
Unscarcd by lawless men ;
The blue-winged jay, the woodpecker,
And golden-crested wren :
Come down, and ye shall see them all,
The timid and the bold ;
For their sweet life of pleasantness,
It is not to be told.
I’ve seen the freakish squirrels drop
Down from their leafy tree,
The little squirrels with the old, —
G reat joy it was to me !
And far within that summer wood,
Among the leaves so green.
There flows a little gurgling brook,
The brightest e’er was seen.
There come the little gentle birds,
Without a fear of ill,
Down to the murmuring water’s edge,
And freely drink their fill,
And dash about, and splash about, —
The merry little things,—
And look askance with bright, black eyes,
And flirt their dripping wings.
The nodding plants, they bowed their heads,
As if, in heartsome cheer.
They spake unto those little things,
“ ’Tis merry living here!”
Oh, how my heart ran o’er with joy!
I saw that all was good.
And how we might glean up delight
All round us, if we would !
Mary llowitt.
* .<y. * -
is the night of the mind.
What would be a day without its night ?
The day reveals the sun only ; the night
brings to light the whole of the uni
verse. The analogy is complete. Sor
row is the firmament of thought and the
school of intelligence.
MACON, GEORGIA, JULY 18, 1 863.
Written for Burke’s Weekly.
THE ENCHANTED SPRING.
FAIRY TALE.
BY SISTER PAUL.
CHAPTER VII.
T H E NEW HO ME .
T last they awoke, and looked
into each other’s eyes sur
prised, and wonderingly they
gazed upon the beauties that
surrounded them.
They sat up in their sea-shell bed, and
holding up their hands, clean, and soft,
and beautiful, looked with surprise up
on the frills of fine lace that was gather
ed around them.
They raised the silken coverlet that
partly fell over the golden pedestal, and
Neina whisperingly said to her sister:
“Sister, sister! oh, how beautiful!”
and she leaned over the side of the bed
until the light reflected from the golden
l-ays, shone upon her curls.
Minna whispered, “Where are we,
Neina?”
“Oh, Minna, look at the flowers on
the carpet! Look at the beautiful vines
climbing over the windows, and hear
the sweet music of the beautiful birds !”
“Where is our forest, and where is
our fire-fly lamp?” said Minna.
“ Oh, sister Minna ! look at our won
derful bed !” said Neina. “It is mark
ed like the sky when the sun sets, with
pink, and blue, and silver clouds,” and
she pointed to the delicate shading of
the sea shell, which rounded off grace
fully about their feet.
“ Where is our mother, and our fath
er, and our cow, that came up every
day lowing through the forest?” asked
Minna.
“Let us get out of the bed,” said
Neina, as she stepped out and seated
herself upon the soft carpet.
“ Oh, Minna,” she said, “do get out
and look at the beautiful golden work
that holds it up.”
Then Minna stepped out of the bed
upon the carpet, and both, seated down,
looked with delighted surprise upon the
beautiful design.
After a while they turned from the
bed to look upon other things. They
rose up and walked, stepping gently and
speaking in whispers, as if they thought
some stranger would hear them. They
went on from beauty to beauty, one arm
around each waist, and their heads so
near that their curls mingled together.
They came at last to a cabinet of pearl
with glass windows. Beautiful dolls of
various kinds were in this cabinet. Some
of them had black eyes and hair, like
their own ; some of them had eyes the
color of the sky, and locks looking like
the soft white clouds that float across it
on a bright summer day.
Neina said often again to her sister:
“Oh, how beautiful!”
Minna responded often, but in a faint
er voice, “ Where are we ?”
CHAPTER VIII.
THE BEAUTIFUL LADY.
They heard delightful music, and both
the children stood for a while to listen
to the charming melody. Then, with
their arms twined around each other,
they went tip-toeing to the door, to look
out and see, if they could, from whence
it came. When arrived there, they
found that they were not alone, but that
there was another room, and in it two
other children.
To Minna and Neina they seemed
very lovely—more lovely because they
were so different from themselves. They
had blue eyes and golden locks, which
hung down in beautiful ringlets over
their snow-white necks.
With these children there was a beau
tiful lady, dressing them in lovely robes
and singing to them enchanting words
of a sweet, melodious song :
“ Come to the bower, to the fairy bower,
Where the nymphs and the fairies show
their power;
Come to the ring round the eglantine tree,
Where the breezes laugh in their very glee,
Whispering of me.
“ Step quick and light o’er the grassy lawn ;
Come, 0 come, at the early dawn—
Come at night, when the gentle spell
That the fairies and wizzards love so well,
Whispers of ine.
“ The lioney-bec, as he shakes his wings,
And from his feet the sweet burden flings,
Again in the air, far over the lea,
lie goes away to the green-wood tree,
Whispering of me.
. “-Honey bee,— honey bee, —
As you come over the lea,
Whisper of me.
Whisper of me,—whisper of me,—
As you come over the lea.
Whisper of me.”
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