State rights and democratic union. (Yazoo City, Miss.) 1839-18??, 1839-09-17

AL d. solate aud cold,
Twill still be cheered BY mcmory's light,
For ever, with the spirits sight,
Thy form shall behold
Fit dim before me ia the hush
OF Twilight, till sweet tears shall gush.
And though my love should he insain,
cannot .ove thee iess-
Nor bleak in TWAIN the silken chain
Which time own geutleness
Hath woven round my youthful heart:
Its links alone with life viii part
Oh, dearest!-might press
My burning lip to thine, and tell
Myquenehless love!--'tis vain! FAREWELL
This thought |, as passed along in the
cool night air, and beneath the still and holy
stars, to deposit my letter in the postofiee,
this must reach her heart. 1t is not made Of
iron. nor of stone, nor of wood. Ii Is flesh
and blood; it canfeel;it can throb; il can melt;
and it will when she reads my poetry Hap
py in this belief turned home ward, and with
mind in some degree tranqullIzed, soon
sought and found the land of dreams.
Two days had looked out upon the world,
traced their even,ful history upon the page of
time, and gone down to the ocean OF the past.
| stood with flushed brow and a beating
heart in the presence of Katrinah, She was
alone, and laughing yet. On she exclaimed
as her rogush blue eyes looked laughingly
into my face, L thought you were dead.
received a copy of your will yester-mornin'
70, which papa had to pay cent. How be
did swear!-the naughty man! How could
YOU forget to pay the postage! But then the
joke was worth fp.'
The joke stammered |, coloring still more
H. Laf
don't know what you mean
ooh, don't your replied she, half interro.
gatingly, half affirmatiVely. why isn't a
capital joke that one should think you ale
poet, and isn't it better one yet that you
should fancy yourself in lover and her clear
laugh rang wildly out upon the air, startling
the birds from their rosts for half nile
around, aud giving dame Echo silvery tone
which she repeated again and again as If re.
luctant to Telinqush the gladstone melody.
was abashed. Can It be possible, thought
l. that my poetry has not touched her heart.
Oh dear! and sighed audibly. You didn't
like my poetry, .thenP at length inquired,
as soon as could recover my wits sufficiently
TO speak.
Like it!' echoed she, 'certainly-its CAPT.
tai for curl Papersp
| looked up. There was my poem sure
enoueh-torn into strips, around which were
visited Katrinah's beautiful auburn locks
lust over her forehead | read 'desolate and
cssld; while on her dexter temple, where the
blue veins showed distinctly through the tran.
sparent skin, rested fragment of my epistle;
on which | could see nothing but the words
in van.' They are ominous, thought |, of
my love.
'Katrinah, said at length, with hesita.
ting voice. She had gone-but her laugh
was flung back upon my ears, hooking my
hopes, and sounding, despite its merry tones,
like the death dirge of my expectations.
| went home. Gradually as | walked
nursed my wrath, till | had brought it to
proper vigor. / thought of my crushed hopes
but such-said ], is the lot of humanity.
1 thought of my sighted love. This, philo.
sophy, deemed, might enable me to bear.
| thought of my desplsed, tattered and twist
ed poem-and my anger grew apace. |
reached my chamber, and with an energy
that would have startled me an hour before,
threw my coat upon the bed, tore off my
neckcloth, opened my shirt bosom, drank q
GLASS of gin and water, anc seized my pen.
i will be revenged cried |. The trollopei-l
the yixen!-the slut-the--the--bagg
and ratified off round volley of titles, none
of which could be considered complimentary;
while some of them which write not here,
were equivalent to an impeachment of her
maidenly integrity. 'I'll write satire upon
her'-and nv hand was laid instinctiVely
nnon a uuire of foolscap. ] spoiled two
sheets of il in scribbling the following ex.
ecrable doggrelI, which | considered at the
time an amazing fine specimen of poetry.
was only eighteen, then,-nor did | furnish
The oaip instance in which authors have vast.
" oyer.rated their own productione.
Beware! and never trust the smile
That plays around Katrinahs lips;
It's fasination may beguile.
But he whose gaze doth hnger sips,
A 6ery poison that will burn
His soul to rindeE-foul deceit
Turks in Katrinahss smile-then turn,
Or perish by the glance you meet:
oh. never trust KatFinah's world
The witchiI1g music Of her voice,
Sweet as The song Eden's bird,
With IL begniling note dscoys
From peace. ard happiness
Till quiet is thing forgot
tn vpo and want and deep distress,
To deathl e al trust Is not -
Oh. never ID. a love!
"A deadly sefp ent ldlts beneath
It's shinin1 vel srIet that remove
And Il vii sting ypu q the death!
Oh fr,,st Il nots-.itigill turnto hate
twill shrdnd your soul with dark despair
Flpfrom Il ere be too late
The fair cOuuetts. .s-as false as faiF:s