Mississippi Democrat. (Carrollton, Miss.) 1844-18??, 1845-02-26

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We're near the death of us, you were in.
deed. You snapped nearly asunder the
chords that bound US to the IDEAL
The heautifulis vanished and returns Ilot.,l
As dark shadows steaI over the meadow
when the sun departs, so gloom has settled
on cur soul since thy sunny countenance
fled fromus forever. Oh! Widow Green,
oh
Hold! bring US a potatoe--we feel a
relapse.
Wewere introduced, and all The evening
we lowered round, (whow! think of a
youth with such feet sthovering '--hdunt is
the world listening to sweet nothings, lisp
ed out in such frank, simple manner, that
the bolt her beauty had sent smashing.
through our poor heart was well rivetted.
We saw her hooded and cloaked, and help
ed into her carriage, and then Teeled home
drunk-with love and beauty.
The following morning, dressed with
unusual care, we called upon our charmer.
Visit followed fast upon the heels of visit,
until we became a sort of fixture at the
widows mansion. We were encouraged
in the most flattering manner. Obseryant
reader, have you ever studied a widow,
while inyeigling an innocent youth into
her tolls? II you have, you've some IDEA
of the labor a youth--a yerdant youth---a
youth of the g barrel age, may perform.
To act the groom on horseback. to make
night hideous with serenades, TO spend a
small fortune in bouquets and buggies, to
dance attendance at the theatres, balls,
parties, lectures, exhibitions, &c.-to do
all this is 10 do but small part of what is
exacted. We worked like slave and
expended like "a nabob. Week after week
flew by in this service. We became thin
and pale, and subject to sudden fits of po-
etry. In looking over our commonplace
book, we find, among ether things of the
like ilk, the following. It's given TO the
reader, not for any supposed merit, (hea-
ven save the mark but as an instance of
what matter-ofiact business man ma e
guilty of at the /" barrel age" when deep.
y in love:
| The stars are bright in heavens deep,
Soft runs the drowsy stream,
The birds are iii thy bower asleep.
And lowers nodding dream;
/ The winds scarce bear the melody,
And all the rest are left,
Save one, who sleepless sings to thee,
By thee of sleep berelt.
When sunlight leaves the fading west,
And stars are N the skies,
1 turn me from my deep unrest
TO muse upon thine eyes;
Or If, perchance, sweet sleep appear
/ TFs<. L : II,
Thy fairy form see, hear
The music of thy voice.
4 Then wake-though ger thy gentle head
In dreams wild fancies play,
i Oh! wake-fhough ropes are round thee shed
That waking fades away;
Oh. wake thee, dearest, wake awhile,
Thy gentle voice we need,
Without Thy voice, without thy smile,
The night is night indeed.
This was sung by a music man Of rather
dingy complexion 1--WE had paid him dol
: lar, for we have NJ music in our soul1 I'M
der the widows window at past IL p. NJ
I, precisely. For an audience we had two
men, three boys, and swatchman, all ..iusi
dropped by" and having an ear for sweei
sounds, remainedto listen, kindly throwing
!" in a few remarks. such as wake 'em up
, Darby g gosit strong," &c, and to show
J their musical abilities, whislled, or sung
: of.hand Accomplishments, enlivened witt
occasional limitations of the French horn
In the middle Of the third line of the Sc
: cond verse our musician suddenly sneez
ed--whereupon The applause became III
: multuous. We were favored with bou
g quet by the widow, bat III dropping it she
dropped her night.cap. Il came sailing
down like snow-wreath from heaven
and now hangs, even unto this day, beside
our looking-glass, warning 70 gods AM
:. men.
!. What a very absurd business, by the By
II is this serenading For che lady, II may b
. we'll enough to be Weakened from a dec
e sleep, and then soothed 70 slunber agail
J. by strains that steal out on the night air
g She retires about ten T. Nj after doing u
i her lovely locks in brown paperpulls owe
Q them a warm night cap, enlolls herself il
: a gown that it did mol take Mrs. Tippet
$ week 10 ftand fashion,or her Immaculate
G washer woman TO whiten--thus encasel
r she rolls in snugly, with nothing visible bu
a the tip end of her lovely nose. When tn,
It music awakens her, she opens one ear,an
g long before the last quaver dies away,
e lost in dreams again. The day following
Q the serenaded boasts--s'Ohl Ihad such
J. nice serenadc last might've flutes fiddle
e guitar and all, and Mr.. did sing So
5. Oh. myl'' Well enough, well enough =
u But for full grown men, after daWdlin