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Winter chill and drear hath fled,
And with rental wreathed head
Nymphs and Dryads All the grove
With their joyous songs of levs;
Strewing flowers in the way
Os the young and smiling Nay.
Boses red and lilbea pale
Deck the mountain and the vale;
Jasmine sweet and hyacinth rare
Shed their perfume on the air;
Virgin bower and columbine
In close embrace together twine.
Hearts beat high and songs of love
Lond resound from every grove;
Hasten maidens, hither bring
Faireat flowers of the Spring;
Joyful weave a garland gay
For our chosen Queen of Hay.
Girls advance to Hay with a crown of flowers.
ADDRESS TO HAY.
Faik Hat:—Behold around thee gathered
the loved companions of thy toils and sports.
' See turned to thee each well-known face, ra
diant with joyful sympathy and wreathed in
smiles.
On this glad day our hearts swelling with
the joy that animates all nature at the return
of Spring, we gather here to give our feelings
play and devote a passing hour to mirth and
pleasures innocent. And thou our well be
loved art the appointed of our choice to lead
the merry throng.
To deck thy brow a crown we bring. No
irksome weight of silver or ol gold, hung with
jewels and with care ; nor pearl nor diamond
torn from the ocean's abyss or the dark boßom
of the earth by slavish hands, glitter on its
rim, but rich it is iu Ibe fair gems of hill aud
vale, gathered tor thee by willing bands aud
gladsome hearts. Light may it sit encircled
on thy brow, emblem ol thy companions love
and choice.
This sceptre, too, receive m, token of com
mand. Light be thy rule, joyous be thy office.
About thy steps may mirth and pleasure fol
low, which thou epjoyiug to all thy followers
graciously dispense.
ADDRESS OF MAY QUEEN.
Rind Friends and Patrons :—To these our
mimic rports be welcome ail. Deem not our
pageantry a vain and useless show, but from
our lightsome merriment this lessen learn,
that all is pleasant to the joyous heart.
If to the gloomy soul that will not recognize
the gracious Providence that rules'the world
in kindnesß and in love, Winter is but a lime
of storms, Spring of idle painted flowers, Sum
mer of toil, and Autumn of unhealthy heats or
chilling blasts—childhoods fresh heart, un
tainted by remorse or impure ambition, in
each a thousand pleasures finds, a thousand
pure delights, content to enjoy the day nor
backward looks with vain regret, nor forward
with undue desire. Once more be children in
your heartß, dismiss corroding care and sym
pathise with us who ever best express our
gratitude by our joy.
Good lieges all, this day by long observance
hallowed, give we to joy with not unthankful
hearts. Ab roll the seasons in their course,
nature awakes to a new life. The azure sky
resplendent in its glory, the plain in living
verdue clad and gemmed with richest flowers,
the wood made vocal by the feathered choir,
the genial zephyrs whispering through the
leafy boughs, the crystal brook, bat yesterday
in icy fetters, silent bound, but now leaping
with merry laughter o'er its pebbly bed, all
tell of beauty, happiness and love.
The Winter with its frosts and snows, its
mission done, has passed away, again to come
in its due time with its endearing sports and
merry Christmas tide, and now the joyous
Spring is come with bad and blossom num
berless, fair augury of Summer’s fruits and
Autumn’s harvest.
Pass we the time to grateful joy devoted in
becoming sports and innocent mirth; away be
frowns and sighs and unbecoming tears; on
evrey countenance let pleasure beam and every
Up be wreathed in smUes, and be Bhe queen
among us who most deeply feels and earnestly
enjoys the bounteous gifts which a kind Heaven
bestows.
SONG.
To God above our songs of love,
In unison we raise;
For He is love, all things above,
JL,_ Deserving of our praise.
THE SOUTHERN FIELD AND FIRESIDE.
The birds of air His anxious care
With gladsome song proclaim; v
Each flowret fair with beauty rare
Doth glorify His name.
Nor let the tongue of infant young
Be sUent while all sing.
Our ranks among, let there be sung
The love of Nature’s King.
His joyful day of smiUng Hay
■ Brings pleasure to each heart;
Then in our play or simple lay
Let Him, too, find a part.
WISDOH.
It is with life as with coffee—he who would
have it pleasant must'not drain it to the dregs.
Wealth brings care and apprehension.
Nothing in the world, says a wise saw, is so
ranch afraid as a miUion of dollars.
That young man who drinks, bets, swears,
gambles, and idles away his time, is on a thi n
place in the ice.
It is vain to talk about the equality of tbe
sexea They are not equal. The smile or tear
of woman will conquer man.
To ridicule old age is to pour cold water in
tbe bed where you must sleep.
Anger your friend, and you will be surprised
to find what a villain you are, even in his es
timation.
Give a man brains and riches aud he is a
king ; give him brains, without riches, and he
is a slave; give him riches without brains,
and be is a fool.
There are a great many beams in the eyes of
ladies, but they are generally all sunbeams.
Impossibilities, like visions and dogs, fly be
fore him who is not afraid of them.
Os all the compliments, envy, though the
most undoubted, is tbe most ungracious.
Shut not up a brood of evil passions in your
bosom. Like enraged serpents they will bite
their cage.
The gates of Heaven are low-archud; we
must enter upon oar knees.
, Those who need not God's writ are often
compelled to heed the Sheriff's.
Slander not others because they have elan
dered you. Bite not a reptile because you
have been bitten by him.
As some men gaze with admiration at the
colors of a tulip, or the wings of a butterfly,
so I was, by nature, says a piquent writer, an
admirer of happy human faces.
It is not well to be much displeased with
harmless delusions that tend to make us happy.
Drunkenness is the study of madness.
Choose the best kind of life,* and custom will
soon make it agreeable.
Temperance is tbe source of great peace and
tranquility to meD, for it brings their desires
and aversions under tite laws of reason.
Nature's real wants are few; but tho cravings
of fancy are infinite.
Avarice is more opposite to economy than
liberality.
We confess small faults byway of insinua
ting that we have no great ones.
The proudest man on earth is but a pauper
fed and clothed by the bounty of Heaven.
He that earns an estate will keep it longer
than he that finds It.
Hodesty—A beautiful flower that flourishes
in secret places.
Children should be taught to respect the
aged, to feel for the oppressed, and to sympa
thize with the unfortunate.
There are proud men of so much delicacy
that it almost conceals their pride and perfect
ly excuses it.
Girls, remember that the man who bows,
smiles, and many soft things to you, has
no genuine love; while he who loves most
sincerely, struggles to hides the weakness of
his heart,* and frequently appears decidedly
awkward.
It is justly remarked by a cotemporary,
“that there is no widow so utterly widowed in
in circumstances as she who has a drunken
husband; no orphans so perfectly desolate as
they who have a drunkard fora father.”
Let no man be ashamed of a hard fist or a
sunburnt countenance. Let him be ashamed
only of ignorance and sloth. Let no man be
ashamed of poverty. Let him only be
ashamed of idleness and dishenesty.
He that hath pity on another man's sorrow
shall be kept from it himself; but be that de
lighted in and scorneth the misery of another,
shall, at one time or another, fall into it him
self.
, WIT.
A certain English General, who was a
prisoner in Albany in the time of the Revolu.
tionary war, dined with an Irishman. Before
entering upon the wine the General remarked
to his host, that after drinking be was very
apt to abuse Irishmen, for which he hoped his
ost would excuse him in advance.
“By my soul, General, 1 will do that,” said
his host, “if you will excuse a trifling fault
which I have myself. It is this : whenever I
hear a man abusing ould Ireland, I have a sad
fault of cracking his sconce with my shillalab.”
The General was civil through the whole
evening.
Sound Philosophy. —At a recent examina
tion of a school in P , Essex county, one
of the committee proposed the lollowing ques
tions to a boy who was studying natural phil
osophy :
“Can you explain the principles of adhe
sion ?"
(Hesitates.) "What keeps your body to
gether ?' ’
Ans.—“Wittles and drink.’’
“What are the uses of a h ver? (Boy is
nonplussed.) If you had a l"« in the ditch,
how would you get it out ?"
Ans.—“l’d bitch on a yoke ol cattle."
Tho committee man "give up.” t
Couldn't Speak Skkncii —An American in
Paris went to a m -Luurant to get his dinner.
Unacquaiuted with tho French language, yet
unwilling to how his ignorance,'he pointed
to the tirtn tine on the bill of fare, and the
polite waiter brought him a plate of fragrant
beef soup. Thia was very woll, and when it
wjs dispatched he pointed to the aecond line
Tne waiter understood him perfectly, and
brought vegetable soup. “Rather more roup
than I want,” thought be, “but it ia Peris
fashion." Ho duly pointed to the third line,
and a plate of tapioca broth was nrouglit him ;
again to the fourth, and was furnished.with a
bowl of preparation of arrow .root.. He tried
the fifth line, and was supplied with some gruel
kept for invalids. Tho bystanders now sup
posed that they saw an unfortunate individual
who had lost all his teeth, and our friend tried
to get as far from the soup as possible, pointed
in despair to the last line on the bill of fase.
The intelligent waiter, who saw m once what
he wanted, politely handed bim—a bunch of
toothpicks. This was too much—our country
man paid his bill, and incontinently left.
Punch says, it has been proposed to tax
stays, but it was objected to on the ground
that it would diminish consumption.
The lady who tried to keep her preserves in
a family jar, found they were soon soured.
No one knows anything ot himself till he is
tried. Trial is the touchstone es the char
acter.
The coquette, who wins and sacks lovers,
would, if she were a military conqueror, win
and sack cities.
A confectioner iu New York has brought
his business to such perfection that be is now
offering to the public his candi(e)d opinion.
Dr. Franklin says that every little fragment
of the day should be saved. Oh, yes, the mo
ment she breaks, set yourself to work to save
the pieces.
A schoolmaster out West posted in his
school room the following : “ Notis—No
swarin, cusain. or runnin abowt luse or hol
lerin’ in this scul.”
“Bill, you scamp, if you had your due you’d
get a good whipping.”
“I know it, daddy, but ‘bills’ are not always
paid when they come due."
The character of the person who commends
you is to be considered, before you act much
on his praise.
A Lazy Fellow.—An exchange tells of a ■
lazy chap who had the reputation of being the
laziest man alive in the region, so lazy, indeed,
that he used to weed his garden in a rocking
chair, by rocking forward to take hold of the
weed, and back to uproot it—had away of
fishing peculiarly his own. He used to drive
his old white-faced mare to the spot where the
tautog (black fish) might be depended on for
any weight, from two to twelve pounds—back
his gig down to the water side—put out his
line, and the tautog was safely hooked, start
the old mare and pull him out. *
■ n > sci
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l Written for the Southern Field and Fireside.J I
TWO YEARS HENCE.
BY ZULIKME.
’Twaa a lovely place where we sat side by side,
that balmy evening in early spring, a cherished
friend and 1. Above us waved the Spreading i
branches of some stately trees, overrun with fra
grant "jasmine; around us were numberless
flowers of the wood ; while at our feet the modest
violets played hide and seek amid the velvety moss
and long grass that grew all the way down to the
water’s edge; and the music of birds abovo
blended sweetly with the ripple of the water as
it hastened on its course to the broad river below.
We had always been friends, and interested in
the same phrsnits from the time we read our first
fairy tale together, to this happier period when
we were merging from the early spring time of
life into the brighter, more beautiful summer, and
were realizing in all its joy the poetry of girl
hood. When we were children we played together
beneath the old trees, that suirounded my early
home, and rosined hand in hand through the dim
woodland, and beside the murmuring waters,
where the fairies wade their home ; and, in later
years, wo pored over the same lessons in the old
sohool house, or read from the pages of some
favorite author. Bat the hour that was sweetest
to ns was when all sterner duties were „ver, and
weweulonour woodland ramble in search of
flowers. On these occasions our footsteps ever
tnrued to this mossy dell, and, as we sat on the
bank, we to9»ed our flowers, one by one, into the
sparkling water, and wove many a plan for that
far off future, whioh we deemed had so many
blessings in store for us. Ah .' had the veil been
lifted, aud had we caught a view of the scene that
opened along the dim vista of coming years, we
would have seen these bright visions, like the
flowers on the water, drifting, drifting, ever on
ward ! ever beyond our grasp ! ’till they perished
amid the breakers of a perilous ocean.
The evening of which I write was a M*y day
full of promise for a beautiful summer, and our
feelings were in keeping with the scene—so joy
ous, so full of hope. That was our farewell in
terview. On the morrow I was to bid adieu to
the “scenes of my childhood’s sunny years." ami
seek a home among the mountains of the Old
North State, and we had gone to our loved re
treat to enjoy it undisturbed.
We conversed long and pleasantly of the past
and the many joy- it had brought to us. Our
lives had been one unclouded day-no great sor
row had fallen upon us to damp the joyousness of
of our young lives ; none of our “ great
hopes” had “set," and brought iho shadows of a
“coming lonely night.” We knew nothing of
despair, and the drear influence it imparts to
human hearts. And we fondly dreamed that all
of mortal life might be as pleasant as the past
had been to ns. Ah! we had yet to learn that
Charlotte Bronte spoke trnthfnlly when she said :
“Sorrow must come sometime to all,” and that
we were to verify the prediction: ‘‘They who
scarcely taste in their youth, often have a more
, bitter and brimming cap to drain in after life.”
Bat,'my reader, do I too often presage the gather,
ing gloom? Then, ’tis because I view life and
its fitful dreams through the medium of disap
pointment and tears.
“When shall we come here again?” I asked
almost sadly, scarcely expecting a reply.
“ Two years hence !” said Lillie, a bright smile
lighting up the pensive face.
“ Are yon sure, little prophetess ?”
“0, yes, quite sore ; do yon remember a mu.
tual agreement we entered into one day—that one
would act as first bridesmaid to the other ?”
“ Yes, I remember, and if I had forgotten it, I
have had occasion to recall it lately, as I have
been expecting to be called upon to fulfill my part
ot tjie contract, eh, Lillie?”
“ Well, ’twas to remind yon of yonr promise
that I wished yon to come here this evening. You
must promise me that you will come back for
that if you are ever so far away, as a great part
of my happiness will depend upon your fulfilling
this promise. Will yon, Annie .
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