Columbus Democrat. [volume] (Columbus, Miss.) 18??-18??, 1839-11-23
WHO Is MY WIDOW.

WHO Is Ny WIDOW.
pVe hrg.ye or husband, al their faults and IN.
rr..es fir that single good naured act of diving
ma leaving Us once more to ourselves. - u 'idous
psflh0p 10 Parliament.
Gryrtg reader-a woman Ia widow la
wonder
On, for pen of Ovid to trace in lines Of fire.
E he charms Of this DO Hcing beauty just freed
Y from the letters OF her deceased lord You
.aoud melt with my los and hghos,' and kiss
. he paper on which wrote her name.
4 There was she, the other day, commanding the
4 ,lnitalion of Senators, whose bps were praisng
berry at the moment they were cH,aved by hers
who Appealed 10 heaven aud gazed at he bust
4 this Paphian Queen! How happily could She
ave anticipated their wish, and made them the
eoy of lady 10 the Prince Regent. -" Sweet
7iy" SAID he, " ltl me place my hand on that
III bosoml" give me your Majesty hand"
he replied, "and will direct it too a much sof-
place. And she carried it to bis own head
there was turn ot thought "oHhy HE Nmon.
Well, Of my widow - must tell Quail about
her. She is prel,y-,yes sleepy as Physce's-
ms painting. and r.d a. the rose Of Lancaster
6rr round, and modulated into yclupiuou ness
bn, swelling with ove--voic softer than he
me--mioi Cleopairian, and disposition hel dis
o,.fon cannot swear to.
Did she order me TO pray, would do it, though
Acre is no piety IN her eye. Il Is too much un.
der the influence Of the blood, that shoots mag.
caly though her Blue veins. And her white
skin has Too much Of tempting gloss ii is Of
too ripe, too melting glow, for any other occu-
patioa than 10 shine of moon.lg chi night. IN the
seoueslefed grove. My widow is not monki,h.
That is, she does not fast. She needs no IDOL
She is divine hersef-certany my divinity, om-
Bprescnt 10 me, kind and attentive. And ,heu.
her hau!--Pynno once quoted from one thou.
sand authors on a rngot, but cannot her hair
Is not light though It emlts az many fays--il il
not yellow gloss, encirclng pink flower. 4 j.
unlike any thing, unless compare to de mel
@ork Of love. Who would have imagined that
50 evil destiny could fix upon me. as that Of be-
los ted to my widow by these golden treSses,
could have smiled, as an Italian does in his
chains, if my lot had been licctol's, fastened 10
chariot wheel but, to ask he to be dashed, Ma
zoYpa.Iikc; 10 this imp Of love, is whrt never
can survive Not hat can compare my widow
10 an imp-Ycnas forbid il. She is an angel,
that's, little more feshy lhan an angel. Then
Aer bosom--the carnatIDn cheeks Of d nursing
cupid, would sci fire to The sun if he dared to
gaze upon il. Gadzcoks you could not look at
Il without shedding tears mot the tears She'd BY
The Judges, RS the Atheniau orator unveiled the
charms Of Phpne, but such as may drop when
they think Of that prophecy which loretells the
burning up Of the world
She Is the magic Of the ball oom--tho idol Of
Ing men--the envy of the women She puts
iollh her charms as spring that Is ever varying,
ever winning, ever beautiful. Nothing in her
aess ar or feature, whchJs not Gale ulated TO en-
elaIn The heat. One moment she is peusITe,
ae next she will make a parson laugh. AT one
ame sac will be naughty, then coquesh, then
ltahk To-day she appears in blue satin dress
aeF harpIated and her forehead dosooped, to-
morrow you may see her in dams white, With
graceful curls concealIng the snow or her cheek.
- the morning walk, you may behold her arm ma.
@ed as Romans leg wiihour sandal. IN the
evening II will be disguised IN an envlous glove.
one is variety itself and possesses all that cap
nee' Which makes the French ladies' so many des
unies oys the Affairs Of the heart,
NOR like Hippolte CLARION, does She paint her
ears they are red enough and small Gentle
reader how bonuldul is providence IL granting
" so many ways Of communicating our thoughts
1-'ae hand , the lips, the tongue, and each mem
otf o. the body for every attitude or motion Of
~ "ldoW has sense, meaning, 40 elegant
Pech' Her gestures constitute language
DoFe universal than Tire Latin. Let one be ever
y ouIl' and she could teach him, in a moment
- history Of the loves, SIMPLY by her style Of
~A,ns Did you ever see a Spanish woman's
W I'll you never did, Will describe II, for my
700" Is Ike il. Its soft piece Of mlscllar
FSh pressed into shoe. and Is ever burning for
-''' Of Which some ladies' are deprived before
.t'Hage--hbery 1t dances, goes to church
"'' % NE theatre il steps lightly IN the dark and
most most delightful in the gay waltz, when eye
Tvs eye breath mngles with breath, ard lips
'uIh ior lips
ri LOOK n mine eye balls where thy beauty lies
a"ea why not lips on Ins, snce eyes on eyes"
90 said Venus to Atoms.
nen she speaks Of love, how the words min
- "Rh her slghs--music bubbling from silvery
ap'ngs How soft yet clear, how passionate yet
14'e IKE, she seems How down-cast her eve
80 now graceful the bend OF her gIoveess uru,,
H.. H." eoiy the dimple turks in ber elaborate elbow,
-" enchanting the emphasis Of her rnged fin
= "Aea lhe sweet creature describes some III
,' 'a'eo maiden, pinIng with hopeless love! Her
80. - sash ous--no, they do not-they are "pri.
'0 W Aef eyes like pearls in glass"