White Sulphur papers; or, Life at the springs of Western Virginia

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JOURNAL OP A LADY. 109
He had seen her in white, pink, blue, green, and yellow,
and upon complimenting her on her last appearance,
she remarked that "she had only made six
changes, that there was one more to come, and then
she should shine."
We have been occupied this
flowers, many of them wild
Thursday^ ,
morning in pressing
ones, which grow in
such luxuriance here, and some of rare beauty.
We
will take them home, and they will serve to remind
us at some future day, of our present enjoyments and
pleasures.
Some several years hence they will look as fresh
as ever, and the rose leaves will have a sweeter perfume
than now ;
and we no no longer beautiful.
while our faces may be withered
Horrid thought,
but nevertheless 'tis true. Some of these flowers
have been presents to us from friends we may never
see again, and some we have gathered on sunny
mornings in the woods, when all around us was
bright and beautiful, and gay hearts
accompanied
us.
They will remain here in their imprisoned sheets,
silent but speaking memorials of days that were fragrant
to us.
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