Morning herald. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1837-1840, 1837-07-12
VOLUME III.


Mn. BENNErT-My name is Puck and many are
the strange sights behold in this great metropolis.
i am a pretty invisible little creature, with golden
wings snd penetrate every spot at will; neither DOORS
walls nor the sacredness of the chamber appear any
obstacles to me- You must envy me my ublquty.-
| often meet your little friend Ariet-what bright
gossipping little chap he Is, to be sure
l must tell YOU of my adventures. | am vexed with
myself that have thus long deprived the wtching
little Herald of them One EVENING" glorious one
a heaven blue and soft, all crowded with stars-I
sporting round the Battery on my slken wings
a0hat night that was-the soft breeze cured the
waters of the bay, and rembled among the trees that
lined the walks. Ranged on the benches, here and
there sat lovely woman, drinking in the melody of
some manly voice. leaning yet more earnest to catch
every lisp. Bat my attention was more particularly
attracted by couple, of exquisite beauty. Heavens
what loveliness-sAe was sweet seventeen-straight
as the forest maple-a zone that .ne might swear to
die fora bosom that rose and fell in the soft moon
light gentle as summer waves-a volce-but fudge |
can't describe it. Bat, my dear Bennett what's the
use ofmy attempting description to you-your own
Imagination is sufficient
"Now, my DEAR" she said "nothing short of an
elopement you say
"Nothing'
And to the Springs 2"
"To the Springs"
I" But my father" she continued more anxiously.
Well-what of him 2"
"He will disinhert me-"
Let him." the lover replied, graspng her snowy
hand, will not-in me you may find father mo-.
ther sister and brother"
ooh dear" said the lovely being. ooh dear, how
awkward-how unfortunate"
81 Let US away tonight"
81 cannot think oft SO soon."
"Tonighi, l say, it is our last hope"
"Let US implore my father once more, she said,
turning her soft, hazel eyes upon him, with all the
soul of woman.
He has no feelng-he will not hear us-he is a
brute"
"The devil he is" said gruff voice. at the same
time rappng him on the shoulder with heavy cane.
sThe devil he is a brute. March, sir. Let me never
see your ugly face again. have forbid you my
house, and now you meet in the open sky-here in
one Of the most public spots in the WORLD and all to
make love- And so you for the Springs, too
Mary this way-fne times, indesd- fine times" he
continued and walking hastily away with his daagh-
ter went mutterng along striking his cane furously
at every STEP until he was lost to my eye.
Here was love torn up by the reos-this was ice
water thrown in the furnace Here another
lovely woman wounded in her confdng heart. 1t
was abomnable! My little wings trembed with
rage.
This is no fiction. Puck never deals in fiction
Why should he when the whole city is OVERLOOKING
with facts and romance, far more strange and inter-
esting2 This city is one great stage Of women and
love-il exces the Garden of Eden all but the trees
the very air is alive with ove-the signs and heart
burnings of nadens have purified it, Puck knows it
all-hs eye is omnscient.
made one leap into the vaulted sky, unfolded my
golden wings and sailedup Broadway Not far from
ST. Johns Park, in the window of one of those large
edifces, lovely girl, with bosom and neck whitening
in the moon, lay upon the window Frame in quiet
slumber. There she slept-the soft gale blew light
through the Park, and lifted the dark clusters from
her bosom with strange effect. She slept in beauty
like some Of those master works Of Rubens on can
vass. She lay half in moonlight and half in shadow
ivory on ebony. Her breath came and went like
the light respirations Of an infant She was dream
ing-and of one she loved. saw it in the gentle
move Of her lip il trembed with her agitated
thoughts But why proceedl She was innocent
and lovely A man might risk kingdom for such
heart. A crown would be dust compared to it
Let her sleep. have many queer things to tell you.
Yours &c PICK.