. The Southern States. THE RICHKST, HANDSOMEST MAN IN TOWN. husband, as it makes you seem moreto me and more mine own. And whatis the other news. Do you remember Uncle Jasperwho gaxc me his freedom papers for awedding gift? Well, Major Carr writesthat he is dead. Muriel ate her breakfast that morningin silence, and as her husband gazedand wondered why her usual gaietyseemed subdued, he noticed a tear,which caught all the bright tints of thebrig-ht Venetian colorine^ outside as it 490 MURIELS RICH RELATION. rolled down her cheek a veritable pearl. Being cut off suddenly by anunknown rich relati
. The Southern States. THE RICHKST, HANDSOMEST MAN IN TOWN. husband, as it makes you seem moreto me and more mine own. And whatis the other news. Do you remember Uncle Jasperwho gaxc me his freedom papers for awedding gift? Well, Major Carr writesthat he is dead. Muriel ate her breakfast that morningin silence, and as her husband gazedand wondered why her usual gaietyseemed subdued, he noticed a tear,which caught all the bright tints of thebrig-ht Venetian colorine^ outside as it 490 MURIELS RICH RELATION. rolled down her cheek a veritable pearl. Being cut off suddenly by anunknown rich relative would surely notaccount for that in a girl as unselfish asMuriel, he mused. But Muriels thoughts wandered back to a grave beside the swamps, a graveof a mother whose love had long sincebeen withdrawn, and to the poor oldcolored man who had risked his life forhers, and she sighed inwardly, poorUncle A CAROLINA GARDEN. By Robert Adger Bow en. If youd love a shady spot Where the garish Hght comes not,And where thrushes sing in cedars all the day ; Where the mocker builds his nest, And the red birds crimson crestMakes within the orange foliage color gay: If in roses you delight, Red, and pink, and creamy white,Or those damask ones whose blood red turns to black If your fancies so tncline To the yellow jessamine,Or to jonquils lying prone upon their back : If youd like to sit with book In a dim and tangled a mass of periwinkle at your feet. And while reading slow along Catch the rapture of the songOf the mocking-birds wild music, fine and sweet: Then youd love this garden old With its blaze of red and gold,And its wide walks leading under cedar trees; With its bamboo arbor seat Where the humming-birds all meetAnd the honeysuckle bends with bumble-bees : Where you catch a distant view Of the mountains lying oer meadow lands agolden in the sun: Hear the nesting ring
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