Liberty advocate. [volume] (Liberty, Miss.) 1835-1866, 1839-11-28

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and hug his arm over the chair to display his
white hand, and tried very hard to look modest,
while Mr.. Drummond Craven read, with ne
and proper emphasis, the following touching
5talzas:
FORGET-ME.NOT!
Forget-me-not! forget me-not
When far away from thee;
When wandering by each lonely spot
BY !ount, or stream, or tree.
Forget-me- not! mine only love!
At morning, noon, or dark;
Mine own bright, pure, unsuIIial dove,
Think Of me in Hyde Park!
Forget-me not! lorget-me not!
This wild imprisoned theme
Pcrchance may be to thee blot
My love may seem dream
My hopes have pcrish'd. one by one,
And joy my spirit lacks;
never may forget that ball
AtexQusite AImack's.
"BeautfuDr' said Mr.. Howard, who had
promised to follow the gallant Colonel in his de,
voion to the muses.; "beautiul!" and he seem.
cd Bursting with envy. "But don't you think
the last line wants proper accenrH
"For shame!" said one andalI; ''you'rc only
Ienvious"
"Enyous3" rctorIel the self satisfied gentle.
man. 81 hope Pm not envious of verses like
these, he added in an under tone,
During this Iille episode, Mr. Drummonl
Craven had taken from his pocket a tortoise
shell and gold pen; and, wrearhng one hanl in
his hair, threw himself back in his seat, win
his eyes cast up tothe ceiling, as il he were en-
deavoring to think.
(Wha pleasantthing it is to make attitudes
for people to admire)
At last his poetco soul broke out the follow.
ing verses
DO NOT LOVE THEE?
Do not love thec?-Asi the midnight sigh
Breathed in deep siIcnce-ask these eyes now
dim.
Do not love thce?-Ask my tailor why
run such heavy bills with him.
Do not love thee?-ook upon my face,
Behold each exquisite Hyperian curl.
DO not love thee!-Look upon my grace;
Would it not suit marquis, duke, or CarN
Do not love thee?-Shame upon the thought!
Each look cast speaks love unspeakable.
Do not love thee?-Every thing I've bought
Though perhaps unpaid Cor,l oil my love will
tell.
Why ask, then, if | love thee? Every glance
Thy look, thy voice, thy form, thy smile, thy
Doth throw my soul in delicious trance,
10 thnk on thy ten thousand pounds year!
slow IoyclyN said Lady Caroline
EIInNU Lei Al
ard,
They are pretty" smiled the Coloners
teeth
Nov, Mr. Howard" said Caroline, 81 in.
slst; ana she raised the prettiest of pretty
nahus 20 MN, and looked so beseechingly with
hose blue eyes of hers, enough to tempt an an
chorIle,) that Mr.. Howard, cynick though he
was, was unable TO resist; and taking the pen,
wrote in off.hand, and almost business. like
way, the following slanzas:
TO CUPID.
Sweet is love- with a rent roll and CASH
Sweets love- with mansion and pIenty]-
But oh! its exceedingly rash
10 wed when the pockets are empty.
Sweet is love- [cithom weddings or marriages.
Sweet is love- if we can but be true l.
Sweet is love- with house, servants and carria-
ges i
Sweet is Iove-wih-noc consequence who!
Oh! love is!exceedingly pretty;
Oh! love is exceedingly dear;
And oh! could almost be witty
On love for five thousand year,
Sweet is love, with my dear WiIhelmina--
The faithful, !he constant, lhetrue;
Sweet is love, with my dear Carolina;
Sweet Is love-with-no matter who.
lady Carolina ,vhn mns tho lnnsi hi in the