Richmond palladium. [volume] (Richmond, IA [i.e. Ind.]) 1839-1854, 1841-04-10
From the Albany Dolly Advertiser {.
THE LAST BELL.

II was a beautiful morning in the month OF
Nav. 1926, l was sitting by Helen Harris the on
w girl ] ever loved, and | believe the only
girl that ever loved me-any how, she was the
only tina. told me We were sitting IN
the piazza Of he. fathers house about quarter
Of milo Of the landing place waiting for the
bell Of the steamboat to warn me OF the mo
ment that was TO part "my loso and me" IL
came TO pass in the course Of my history, that IN
order 10 accumulate n little Of this worlds gear,
that | might DO better prepared ~ encounter the
demands Of matrimony, | was compelled to cross
the blue Chesapeake, and seek in the metropolis
city the wherewithal 50 much desired How
many SWANS have been compelled like me to
leay home, and the girl they loved, in search of
gold! and how many have been disapponted!-
Bot TO the piazza.
Well, we were sitting in The piazza, md talk
ing Of our love, and separation, &c. We were
waiting for the UNIV elcomc sound Of inc steam
boat bell, and YOU may rely on II, we talked last,
and abbreviated words in such rugged SEN
fences that nobody but ourselves, conid under
stand them. The frs. bell rang and sprang to
my feet and irembled like aspen. ooh,
George, wait till the last bell rings" said Helen,
the big bright tears came over her eyes
sDo TO such thing" answered the hoarse voice
Of Mr.. Harris, he rose like spectre from the
cellar, where no had been packing away his CT
der-"George, never wait for the last bell"
wns off like deer, and arrived at the steam
boat merely in time to go board before she
was pushed off from the wharf.
My career in the search Of pelf has in de-
gree been successtnl; believe had not tho old
farmer told mo "never 10 wait for tho last Dell,'
that now shoulG have been poor tho NOR
ming that farewell shver red from my lips upon the
heart Of my lovely Helen. Any person who has
lived at n hotel even for single day. knows the
danger OF waiting for the last bell. did it once
and los, my dinner The first stroke of The din
ner bell since then has always found me at the
table. For six months a clerk, and my
never waiting for the last bell secured for me the
affections Of my employ who offered me part
ncrsh,p, which l accepted, and every instance
when the bell rung ! was ready
! had almost forgotten TO tell YOU, that IIee:
Harris is my wife, and she will never repent the
morning took her father at his word, and
over the field 10 get to the boat in time. When
rived At Billimorc, | called on some gentle
men to whom had Introductory letters, and they
recommended me for n situations was soon
offered, which had been refused BY four Young
men who were waiting for The last bell, and
which | accepted-It was the making of me-
Haste for the fist bell; accept The frs, offer, and
keep it til! You get better. Life is Short and
he who puts off I'LL the last BELL will, as farmer
Harris predicts, "comc out at tho little end of the
horn.''
Young ladies', have n word for you. In the
street live, there is a lady who has been seven
years in choosing partner for life. She has had
several respectable offers, but she is waiting for
the "last BELL" and she is now likely TO remain
to the last belle, for she turned of thirty, and
II is more than probable that she must abide her
who may feel disposition 10 postpone any thing
which should be done now. to remember the
words of Farmer Harris "Never wal. for the last
bell"