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With the MS. of thejfollowing
Beautiful poem, LizziS asks us if we
are “not tired of her poetry. On the
contrary we are ever glad to reeeive
such poetical diamonds from her gif
ted pen. We think the melody and
thrilling sentiment of “ The Fairy
Bells ” will favorably compare with
''any. Lyric we have ever read.
(Written for the Georgia Weekly.)
THE FAIRY BEftLS. .
BY LIZZIE.
Hear you not entrancing music? • •’
Softer, softer now it swells,
Hear ye not those notes of sff: etness,
Rungfrom distant Fairy Bells ?
Listen, listen, they are ringing,
Down the pathway of my life (
In their chiming there is soothing,
For the he.ut’a unrest and strife.
In the far off distance ringing,
Echo gathers rip the strain,
And her voice is sweetly dinging
Half the music back again.
Fairy Bells are ringing upward,
From the long forgotten hours,
Leaving all the thorns and thist es,
Only.bringing back the flowers.
Telling of the happy moments,
That have passed, oh. long ago?
Bearing all the joy and gladness,
Leaving all the pain and-woe-
Fairy Bells,are sweetly telling,
Os a Mother’s tender love,
Os the hours when she was with ine, si
’K™ they called Wv-fjf abo . I
Telling of a noble father,
Strong and hopeful, true arid hold,
’Ere he left the friends who loved him,
For the far off laud of gold.
Telling, too, how then, fair fortune,
Sweetly on riiy pathway smiled,
II w my path was once so flowery,
Not, as now, so dark and wild.
Fairy Bells are ringing ever,
Down the vista of inv life,
And their music takes me backward.
Far from present pain and strife ,
Takes me backward ’mid this twilight,
While I hear their pleasant chime,
To the happy hours of long since,
To my blessed childhood's time.
Yes, and often on the breezes,
Os the evintide there swells,
Music sweet and soul entrancing.
From those chiming Fairy Boils,
Merri‘either County, Georgia.
JAMES JOHN ALLFLINT, OF NEW
ORLEANS.
A SKETCH—BY WILLIAM HENRY PECK,
Avery peevish, proud and pompous
old gentleman was James John All
flint, of New Orleans; and all his
friends, if he had any, and all his ene*
mies, and he counted them by scores,
knew it; but he cared not a rush for
the opinion of anybody, especially of
his friends.
A great talento-had J. J. Allflint for
the making of money, and he had been
making it from the very day that saw
him attain the age of twelve, and at
the thfi*. when I have the pleasure to
. introduce .him to my readers, he num
berejfc-three score and five years.
Therefore, for fifty-three years he had
■been heaping up gold, shaving paper
and Investing in real and personal esr
tate; very frequently dabbling In
speculations none the less palatable to
him, because they might have been
termed by more scrupulous then—dir
ty. In fact, the dirtier the affair, the
fetter, in the eyes of James John—and
he poowpoohed the eyes of anybody
else-!
He had arrived in our unrivaled
metropolis—unrivaled for mud—at
the tender age above mentioned, sole
owner of a threadbare suit of Yankee
homespun, a jack-knife, and a spy
glass. Let us not pause to inquire
into the right of his ownership, though
tradition hath it that the cook of the
Bangor Maid, the craft that bore him
to our Levee, missed a jack-knife
about that time, and the captain
growled for the loss of his spy-glass.
Far be it from me to insinuate that
James John purloined those articles,
for he never took anything that did
not belong to him—except in a few
instances, and then he did it “accord
ing to law.” liVi v : ■
With this capital, he began in New
Orleans, just -a* the •etwhtrf the eigh
teenth century, as a rag-piekerf'Soon
Accumulating a few dollars in that
savory and lucrative business, he be
came ambitious, arid became part ow
ner of an aged horse and a very Ven
erable wagon, lie fle&t row to be a
Jfkieii to jloufet SftgjW, - v /J
milk-seller, and probably purchased a
barrel of chalk with each cow. Years
•flew by, till James John was over sixty
years of age, and still a bachelor. He
now counted his dollars by the ten
thousand, .and added to his wealth, as
a commission merchant, by doing an
immense business in sugar, cotton, and
everything else—clean and unclean.
It is not, perhaps, generally known
that We emulating those
barbarians'# tjie Fist,"Sometimes sell
ffpliakt l ‘i- A * • -
. and. even the writer has seen a few es
-those pleasant bargains brought to a
happy in a church-—a
very fasniobable place in which to grin
at the —I blush to. mention the gen
tlemen, but his "favorite colors are
black and red, and htti namesake may
be found .in every editor’s sanctum,
when the cry-is “ copy !.” Our friends
sometimes “sell’.’ us, but in that li'ghtr
the affair is, mostly, ‘a temporary
matter;.but this selling of opr daugh
ters is q natter*
When a'lafly’seea fji'iwijtU.j herself,
it is her privatiaaffair*
enough to bpljfc- my tongue-4-though
the frequenc/‘'of the transaction,ttWe,-'
abouts, imposes a terrible weetraiht
upon the unruly member. By-the-by,
I must Say that»yitl my’.female friends
make ample America for uty pagan
taciturnity !
Well, Jame3 John found a
man, I was about to say, but Truth
says—“a biped.’ without feathers,"
who was wiliing-!&nd auxious to sell
. him one of his seven,' or'nine, daugh
ters; .As he had a large stock on
handyhe-aold cheap ; and James John
became the husband of Amelia Done
for,' by indorsing her father’s note for
thirty thousand—for James John, to
his astonishment— in after years—
was ready to pay a million for hen
And Amelia was cheap at that price,
as is any handsome, healthy, hearty,
virtuous, amiable and industrious girl.
Am I wrong, Indies i Apt
you, Billy I hear
- i ii,-
of Amelia, .he thottgnt his feeippjp
nicely made; hut, alas! for- human
anticipations; he had a bed'of thorns,
of hot coals, of jealousies, for his rest
ing place. Amelia, without a blemish
when she married, soon found that she
could not love the pompous, purse
proud devotee of mammon, as her
worthy parents had repeatedly as
sured her she certainly would. Now,
a young and natuially affectionate
wife, who, instead of loving her hus
band, turns blue with disgust at the
sight of him, must have something to
love ; and that something always
walks on two legs and grows hair Upon
the chin. James John had in his am
atory insanity fancied himself capable
of loving ! lie never made a grander,
a more magnificent mistake in all his
life. True, he loved money ; but that
is a kind of accretive amativeness that
does not pass as current coin upon the
marts of Venus. Besides himself and
his superb wife, James John allowed
no one to press foot upon his parlor
carnet, save his head clerk, Rushrnan,
and an old blaek cat, which John,
in a grim spasm of fun, had named
Cataline.
He excluded all young men, hand
some or ugly, rich or.poor, straight in
the bach, or crooked in the legs, from
his house. He had read in the news
papers, the only literature he ever
honored with his notice, that handsome
young inen had been known to make
love to the wives of Ugly, old men,
and, oh, shameful! to sometimes run
away with them—the wives, I mean.
It is true that be did not think it
probable that any man could ever dare
to make love to his wife, but as the
horrible thing was possible, “ he’d be
plagued if he would’nt look sharp !”
So Amelia, young',:; gay and socia
ble, and more than that, ' knowing
what a beauty she was, was caged,
cooped up like a goldfinch, and only
caught dim glimpses of life through
the gilded bars of her prisoh.
Her jealous, fir»-faoed, illiterate
spouse she detested, and he soon
learned it; and the as it
broke upon his mind through clouds of
gold-dust, did not improve the well
known amiability of his temper. Ame
lia hadi what some of her sex had not,
a heart—a' heart ready to love any
thing tha,t would love her; and she
pined to give vent to the pent-up affec
tion that filled her very soul. But
what, whom, must she love? Her
husband ? Ho, ho ! What an idea!
Love an ogre i But then there was
the cat, the stately, sable, living puss
of that husband. As for that unique
specimen of the feline race, he was a
character in himself, and really de
serves more mention than I have time
to bestow. Suffice it to eay that his
age was a marvel, and his acquisitive
ness boundless. He had a sovereign
contempt' for all the forms of human
society, and was generally aborning-
GREENVILLE, GEGffG&V
ted, especially
who bad made iA-ived this mOThing
and surrejjtitioiJHion 0 f the military
nine lives. Janqjg re body now
he had an agreeabv, ave been at half
to everything he saic., oera i ceremo
ton’s cat ji joolrow afternoon.
an indistinct” £
mouser . —'
and had qfct” is /5 ' ’
“ and dispa
he, slie f
iete*’*#,.
to rurally
very little of re*
sition, said that- —^
fancy cats-, for they are pitvnc^^"
love anything except a many j>ut as
for her, she not only despised Cats,
but everybody .that loved them”—and
flushed her black eyes right under tha
nose of James John Allflint.
• But besides the cat, ther'e was
Frank Knslupafl, the head pierk of
the-firm of Allflint. Oh, shorf-sjghted
James John ! Oh; blind J: J. ! Did
not you know that' Bushman was one.
of those disturbers of matfimonial
“peace - who are aptly; yet profanely,
called “ devils among the ladies /”
But then Frank Was, and always
had been, almost a son to Allfliht.
James John had taken the stripling
into his house as an under clerk ten
years before he resigned bac'nelordom
for—martyrdom ; and had advanced
him step by step, until he now stood
second in the house—the mercantile
house, for the cat was second at home,
and Amelia third; is sos Frank, he
was allowed to take a seat in the par
lor, principally as a shield against the
sarcasms of Amelia, who never rjGwl
her tongue against James John j
presence of a third person.
over, James 1 • "
music, as many such bam ' JPN
have, and as pi^tep*i (V 1 ' !
most admirable p£‘ . - ■ . ■
: guitar, harp
that rarest
lie jJtM
his amorous halbtclroSlSscJ&ai^Hl
sented to him •;for if&faWt"f|Vr 115
but when all his efforts to ehc&JiS
musical accomplishments, when no onV
but himself Una Cataline were present,!
were like whistling against the wind,
he felt that more than Amelia had
been Sold ! His cat, too, had a vil
lainous, canine propensity to how],
most diabolically out of tune, when
ever Amelia sang, and as James John
would not permit the amiable beast to
be ejected froth the apartment, she ab
solutely refused to raise her voice.
But when Frank Bushman was pres-'
ent, and joined his request to the
commands of his pompous employer,
Amelia always displayed her powers;
and in some- pieces the pleasing ac
coropanimeiitof'the melodious Catiline
was almost inaudible, although With
great determination he •Spread his
claws, tore at the rug, erected his
hack till he looked like a crescent, di
lated his tail to the size of a “pope’s,
head,’’ and caterwauled feroCiot&ly.,
Bushman, a fellow of great genius,
hit upon a method of shaming Cata
line. He carried a fiddle with him on
one occasion, and the tuning of that
discordant instrument so terrified the
cat that he held his peacejEusavf7 J*
terwards!
imal had heard f • -"'v
sight of— ' . if
horriblyfe . * •
mate destiny oi A*. ' •
. Now, be It knowia.'
time before Jam Tj
how readily
Rushrnan was a listener; and wlv- J
the truth begatf to break
auriferous brain, he almost sta^ er£ j >
beneath the idea. It was yj
Yet, after rolling it over
till it became almost gilded,*
so much gold in the ot
John, he imagined-shat he
found anew souree of annoyance for
his wife. He chuckled at the thought.
People, imaginative people, said that
when James, John chuckled, it soun
ded like gold dollars jumping.up and
down in a greasy bag; for, be it
borne in mind, readers, that James
John was very obese, and unwieldly
withal, and also that flit men, gene
rally, have very pretty wives. I know
many such; but that is between me
and my pen, and let us preserve a
modest silence-
James John was perfectly assured
that Frank Bushman did not care the
snap of a finger for Amelia. Had
not Frank often told him that she was
too grand for him, and that the woman
' he loved Was a meek, mild and misera
ble milliner, “a-w a-y do>tn tottn;”
! and that, he Intended to propose for
her hand spun, and that lie was sure
she would give it to him? The idea
| of his clerk daring to assume the mar-
.‘Aha-gt.f
■his bacic;i r , j;
quick resu f.
ness. In j
extrayagarV: .
joyously tb ; f
j.Thus tin® ; , ?'‘ -.
years had .
day, ands
Tied “ that-. ...
phro ’> » • •
grow greet
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could not forb. •
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wonde,reY<y 1 1
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4-
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VatftJy MIsS
ark* friends wbo may b
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farm beuig'^.
After the,
his abrupt &
and the 01
tatfely depart
isherl at the.
Os the kicks/1
peculiar ? y
senior
“ Wtif
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the book lU<t v
Ah ! tfiinF's ,
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since that c<^ nly States w ;
snaked lams#
man was I ui Slavg|
was.nobody.l *
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1
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V.ng a halsH
hand.
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Mexican^do}'
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balf-dollujf%l||
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growing ‘ed|»Wt
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mg off at' .
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He reached Ls; »*
conr-'-cd that w.
