State rights and democratic union. (Yazoo City, Miss.) 1839-18??, 1839-09-17
al STRAY LEAF.
rnoM 4 BAcHELoR's NoTE-RooK.


4 was only eighteen, Katrinah was one
year my junior, and never had met will
such laughing, romping, mischievous she
devil as that Dutchiied English girl. nel
father was an Enghshman. as poor and as
proud as a Spanish Don; but the business
qualities Of her German mother were Of such
acharacter as kept pinching Want at arms
length. though Poverty was constant inmate
Of her dwelling. Katrinah had a super.
abundance ofviyaciiy. but how she came BY
it, never coul6nguess; for her father was
grave, and her mother was German. So i,
was however. Nature is a little capricious
sometimes, and oecasionallv playasas strange
pranks as Dame Fortune herself.
have been thinking hat at eighteen the
Imagination Is apt q pyefbalance the iudg.
ment, and Unless q sked BY chance or cir.
cumstance. plals l6s RR with ones wits.
II was SO a mJ s. fooIishly fell in
love. INaIllaa3 zeal voice, with
melody in It's every sIlIl son, whether it
we're mocking the birds IN the spring time, or
ringing with wild laughter, became to me a
joy,-and IFS tone haunted alike my sleeping
and my waking moments. Without fattery,
she might have been called a very pretty
girl. shall not describe her--for her sun.
shiny face, her dazzling blue eyes, and Der
red Hps,-these can never be put on paper.
/ told her one day that she was an angel, ans
she laughed at me for my folly. deserve
it. But whether she laughed with me or al
me, it was the same music to me. was in
fatuated, just as a great many stripiings OF
eighteen are, when they dream every night
Of pretty faces and bright eyes. We grow
older and perhaps wiser-bUt the wisdom that
comes with ye-rs is not happiness.
must not moralize,-unless want to be
sad. told Katrinah that loved her. Shs
blushed little, and turned away with laugh.
What thoughts passed in her mind cannot
tell. The next moment, saw her in the top
most boughs of a cherry tree, plucking the
blnshing fruit and throwing it in the apron of
a Younger sister, who stood beneath her. She
never looked lovelieI. & must win her or
de said to myself, as walked meditatingly
towards my home.
Poetry and love are Siamese twins. My
passions betrayed me intorhyme. That night
/ paced my room till long after the ghostiy
hour Of twelve. while my thoughts were as
busy as bee in selecting loving words, and
arranging them n forms poetical The re.
suit OF nv toll vas some half dozen amatory
STANCES, written IN q stiff. positive copy hand,
upon doubtful pink paper, folded in love let
ter styIe and addressed to Katrinah. felt
very solemn as impressed the seal with the
image of heart, stuck through with an arrow
from the CULVER Of Dan Cnpid,--fcr thus
thought !, thus, oh cruel KatEinf hi have you
impaled my heart; and no hand but yours
can heal the wound. But the madrigal-
hele il is:-
Upkind art thou. Katrinah .--yct
Nv love is still the same,
AZ feryeni as when late We met
- For time may never tame
The fame that CLOVIS within my breasts
Nor eush This throbbiBg heart to rest,
Nhle can breathe thy name.
Thy name.--it is magic word
Rv which the founts of love ave stirred.
Thine image, dearest! It Is enshrlned
WITHIN my youthful heart,
And Stamped So deeply on my mind
IT never can depart
rnioht perchance have loved the less
Bus TO- that winning genIlehess
So purely free from art
ETC.,. .ho, which wor, the hsaFt that ne'er
Had worshipped aught that grovels mere
No image upon earth but thIne
Had tempted me to bneel:
a worshipper at Beauty's shrine
To breathe Of what feel.
Imight have mingled in the dance,
And coldiy met the warmest glance
That woman's eyes reveals
For never could bend the knee
To less than behold in thee.
Thine is the beauty ofthe soul,
a something undefned.-
alovel;ness which might control,
O, tame the sternest mind!
And what thou art. Katrnah! be-
From ~ nassion's faint and folly free--
Sin gentle, artless. kind
Seeming ike one Of heavenly Dlup'