Martinsburg gazette. [volume] (Martinsburg, Va. [W. Va.]) 1833-1855, 1841-07-15

From Miss amelia Jane Mortimer, London, fc
Sir Harry clifford, Paris.

or marry CLUOfd1 IptS.
BY WINTHROP MAcwoRTH PRAEp,M p.
Dear Hurry, you owe me letter,
Nay, really believe il is two;
But make you still farther my debtor,
send you this brief billet douz.
The shock was great when we parted,
can't overcome my regret;
At first was quite broken hearted,
And have never recovered il yet!
I have scarcely been out to party,
But have sent an excuse, or been i'll;
have played but three times at ecsfte,
And danced but single quadrille:
And then was sad, for my heart neer
One moment ceased thinking Of thee;
I'd handsome young man for my partner,
And handsomer still vis-a-vis.
But had such pain in my forehead,
And felt So ennued and 50 tired,
must have looked perfectly horrid
Yet they say was really admired
You II smile--but mamma heard lancer,
As he whispered his friend-and, said he,
The best and most beautiful dancer
Is the lady in while'-meaning me
I've been once to Lord DorivaPs soireesi
Whose daughter in music excels;
Do they still wear the silk they call moirees?
They will know if you ask at Pardels.
She begged me to join in duet,
But the melody died on my tongue:
And | thought | should never get through it,
1t was one we often have sung.
In your last you desire Inc to mention
The news of the court and the town;
But there's nothing that's worth your attention,
Or deserving OF my noting down.
They say things are bad in the city,
And Pa thinks they'll only get worse:
And they say the new bonnets pretty,
But | think them quite the reverse.
Lady Black has brought out her three daughters,
Good figures but tmid and shy:
Ms. Whites gone to Bath for the waters,
And the doctors declare she will die.
It's all off 'twix, Miss Brown and Sir Stephen,
lie found they would never agree,
Her temper 8 very uneven;
| always said how it would be.
The Miss Whites are grown very fine creatures,
Though they look very large in a roomi
Miss Grey is gone off in her features,
Miss. Green is gone of--with her groom!
Lord Littlefoid's dead, and that noodle,
His son, has succeeded his sire;
And her Isdyship s lost the poodle,
That you and used 10 admire.
Little Joe is advancing in knowledge,
He begs me to send his regard;
And Charles goes on Monday College,
But mamma thinks he studies too hard.
We are losing hancock, he msrries
My french femme de chambre. Baptiste;
Pa wishes you'd send one from Paris,
But he must be 6rst-ratc artiste.
don't like my Inst new piano,
Its tones are so terribly sharp;
think must give it TO Anna,
And get Pa to buy me a harp.
Little Garsld is growing quite mannish,
He was smoking just now cigar
And I'm tagging hard at the Spanish.
And Lucy has learnt the guitar.
I,uppose you can talk like an artist,
OF statues, busts, paintings, rsrtu;
But pray, love, don't turn Bons partist,
Pa will never consent If you do!
you were born,' he will soy. sir, Brton,'
But forgive me so foolish fear;
IL | thought you could blame what I've written,
would soon wash it over with teal
And pray, sir, how like you The ladies',
Since you've quilted the land of your birth 7
/ have heard the dark dopnas of Cadiz
Are the loveliest women earth.
The Italians are lively and witty,
But ne'er could their manners endure;
Nor do think French women pretty,
Though they have q most charming sonrnxre
was told you were flirting at Calais,
And next we're intriguing at Rome;
But smiled at their impotent malice,
Yet must soy wished you at home!
Though l kept what fancied in petto,
And felt you would ever be true,
Yet dreamed of the murd'rer stiletto
Each highland its victim was you.