Mississippi Democrat. (Carrollton, Miss.) 1844-18??, 1845-01-29
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OTHELLO.

In Venice once there lived a sooty fellow,
BY trade soldier, and by name Othello;
He wood the gentlest damsel ever known, a
Fair,virtuous, blooming maid calPd Desdemona.
Her father would as lief old Nick had had her:
So one fine night Othello brought ladder
Beneath her easement, and without much trouble
The pair eoped, aud got themselves made double.
Othello's ancient was cunning rascal
A deep, designing villain who could mask all
His gloomy treachery so that poor Othello
Thought him most surprising honest fellow.
This william finding that his general granted
A post to Michael Cassie which he wanted,
Determined without making any pother
To be revenged on both one and tother;
And the first thing the malicious brute did
Was T. hint that Cassius had the Moor cornuted.
The Moor, however, looked for confirmation,
Not trusting quite lagos information;
Iago being a COMPOUNDED swiper,
One night makes Cassie drunk any piper;
Wherein the latter got into hobble,
BY stabbing one Montana in a squabbe;
The Moor dismisses him for this aggression.
But Desdemona tries her intercession
To have his rank restored, and grows so Jealous
In his behalf, Othello became jealous.
Meanwhile, Iago got certain 'kerchief
Which Desdemona had received from her chief
In Cassio's chamber, and coDtrived to leave it,
Then tells the Moor it was his wife who gave it.
Othello, flying in a wonderous passion,
Attacked his wife in most uucivil fashion;
Call'd for the handkerchief she tried to find it,
But could not, so she begged him not TO mind it
And sought in vain to soothe His Excellency,
Who left the room in most onfounded phrenzy
Poor Desdemona passed the day in weeping.
Then went to give her heart relief by sleeping
And sought the couch upon whose downy feathe
Her lord and she had oft Teposed together
There while in slumber soft and pure reclining,
Bright holy visions DER her fancy shining,
She lay, in came her husband with candle,
His eyes dilated, and his dagger's handle
Clash'd in one hand On tptOe he advances
To the bedside, and on her sweet face glances
And after divers doubts and much misgiving,
Swears that she sha'nt stay longer with the living
Wakes her and says it quarter past eleven,
And bids her pray to fit her soul for heaven;
He'll give her just FIVE minutes to get ready.
Door Desdemona's head grows quite unsteady
She signs and sobs, assures him he's mistaken,
But spite of all the rascal is mistaken:
And tho her tears would make lump of eurd st
He smothers the poor creature with the bolster
The servants hearing all this noise and thinkin
There's something wrong, break thro' the doc
like winking,
In rush the lady's father, Gratiano,
Emilia, Iago, and Montana.
Emilia says she gave her lord and master
The handkerchief that caused the sad disaster
lagos guilt is made appear quite clearly,
Othelo sticks him with his sword severely.
The people seize his blade--he makes sWaggt
Speaks of his deeds, and draws out his dagger
Regrets that he should have used his wife SO bad1
Then stabs himself to end the story sadly
= This tale, as writ in Shakspeare's lyric, fine
But has eceount is not SO good as mine is