Piney Woods planter and Amite union literary reflector. [volume] (Liberty, Miss.) 1838-1838, 1838-06-23

"Ask your own heart" said he soft
| ~, Qest our president might hear.)
MY heart! you do not believe tina
| am romantic enough to love on
whom I've never seen"
mo, | would no: suspicion you
since you clam no Acquaintance. le
there are some in your department L
whom the fascinating stranger ha'
made a VISIT" replied he, ,src,.ly glanc
ing at Iodine.
"Ah," said |, and he continued
"you know Griffith, how much he i,
admired by US all for his studious hab-
It's" ~ cs.7 Well the stranger has
made captive of him! Twas bu: this
morning, ! heard him ridiculng 'Homo
and swearing that he would take up
Horace" "Oh ovelace," said he, "a
curse uron these dali rooms, and mus
ty books! | am tired TO death by dull
authors, beside is il no. cruel, TO con-
fine oncseifto small hut, with no.h-
ing to gaze upon but one old chair, (if
pcrchance u neighbor comes in, you
hand Il him, and seat yourself upon
the floor, table, or some Other such
Interesting place. plotted table,
bcdstead, bookcase, and so forth, ct
ceter;,!' Yes, | declare Lovelacc, the
very things tina. once made the solaee
of life, are now hateful TO me! these
BOOKS, continued he, gazing mournfal-
ly upon his sighted authors, were once
the sweetest food of existence. But
now, strange to say, my soul sickons
DER every page! throw by the cour
ser studies Of language and science
and resort me to tho more pleasing OH:
of iiciion; but i, won't do! all is 10 mt
milky and insipid! indeed Loyclace,
can read with no composury, any book
save the ''doomed,n il accords with tho
.eesaacs5 or my soul, and brings the Cny3
tears into my eyes. say. friend, can you
administer TO a mind diseascdl"
eyes, said !, ''ceasa 10 love. and all
will be woli.''-"t'o from my room I'M
feehng''-,sthis was all heard, for
was now knocking at the door Of Hara-
ley. as thatTyol Lovelace,' said he,
''comc IN, good fellow, come ia! know
that | have a mighty secref 10 tell You,
but it mus. be KEEP. sacred, sacred IN
deed, as yoar mos: bosomod intercs..
~ promised secrecy and he wont
on,
well to be honest, I'm III love, des'
pcrately in love! you laugh, now were
you never in loye."-'No,' 'yoa lie
/ oyelacc, you know you have BEEN !
made no reply, end he continued, ''yess,
z. am deeply smitton, and ! can tell
YOU more, !! intend soon 10 make an
awful speech to an auguss body. Bu.
Oh, Lovolacc, i'll gel my ''walNing pa
pers," wnat-what Shall do! ! tell
YOU can't study, and what Will Fro.
fcssor shy. Already am forced
10 abandon Physiology, Bron'aiS, tls
20 synthetic. Richarand's obscenit]
disgus.s me, and Darwin won't read
him! take up Mr.. Va.el on the ''Law
OF Nations" and he tires me. read
byron for recreation, and alas! ! find
MYSELF pining for the Bride Of Abidos.
Tell me i.oveIacc, good fellow, what
shall | DOR "Act the man, and ban
ish love from your heart" ''Oh Love
luce, YOU are one of Jobs comlorters,
80 away!n left him, and next called
upon Barton, | found him reading
Zimmerman con Solitude ''Poor
fellow, thought !, the stranger has visi-
ted YOU.
"You arc come, I ovelacc,' said he,
after moments paus, when ! am
much in need Of your friendship. J
am unhappy friend, very unhappy.
Suddenly the bright cup has been dash
cd from my grasp-,just as though.
the prize my own-rny lips were parch-
cd, aud mach wanted the inspiring
draught 10 refresh them.
But It's foolish to dwell ia parallels.
You remember fair girl, you saw
leaning on my ann one cvcning-how
devoted she Sc med TO me- os.
well Lovclacc, I, loved her, land
his lip quiycred-yes! with all the fond
ness (which my ardent nature Is 81
pahle. | made known my love; shc
said twas rcciprocated; and now as i
to make more perfect my misery, sht
has ran off with that trifing scamp
Scarbaro.
'Oh my friend, said !, in a soothins
tone, that at once proves her unworth,
OF your regard, so be brave and thin
no more Of herP