The Ladies' Garland Volume 2 (Paperback)

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1839 Excerpt: ...you see us lying thus, On this iced floor--our feet so cold? Once you would fondly run to us, And round us both the blankets fold. I'm falling--oh the room turns round--I cannot see you now: --but hark I hear a soft and pleasant sound;. Perhaps it is the little lark. I love such sounds as these to hear, And it is dark no longer now; Dear little girls, with wings, are near, And they are smiling on me too. Oh, 'tis their songs so sweet and clear--I think I hear them softly say, Dear children, stay no longer here;--Come, come with us, we'll lead the wayIt must be heaven where they (Uvr: l: I come --I come --Mother, farewell THE DAUGHTER'S BURIAL. Summer had come. The wild flowers of early spring were withering beneath the sun's scorching blaze, and sending forth on the gentle wings of the wind, the sweet fragrance of their departure. They had sprung upward from the earth's bosom, as the timid heralds of summer's more gorgeous splendor, had stayed one short month, and were gone. The wild flowers are my favorites, for in them I read a portrayal of human life. Their countless variety, the loveliness and simplicity of some, the majesty and grandeur of others, changeableness, fragrance and beauty, their early bloom, their drooping and dying, just upon the confines of winter, like the last lingering and spirit broken survivor of a past generation; all, all, miror forth to the mind that is accustomed to read in the great book of Nature, the semblance of life. Did the reader ever stop from his journeyings to pass the Sabbath in any one of the villages that repose so quietly among the Green Mountains? If he has, the story of their unbroken stillness need not be told; for once enjoyed, it stamps itself upon the heart, and forms a bright spot in one's life, to which me...