The Evansville journal. (Evansville, Ind.) 1834-184?, 1845-03-20
EVANSVILLE. INDIANA. rHURsDAY, MARoH 20. 1915.

in1Ai q oPiiShdJ Ri5 hfuSA hSP
time TO the stroke Of bis scythe, while the
poor wounded deer, Ned, come in now and
the with an accompaniment Of strictly or
thodox signs. 1t certainly was a most ex1
tensiye smile on the part of pretty Nell; and
a nobler heart never ~beafunder crimson and
gold, than the honest. manly one which now
throbbed with the FIRST ardor OF apassion pule
land nnseifsh. A short time logger, and they
rested again. Ned was sad and silent; and
the never forgotten respect, which makes
suffering saced in the eyes of an Aish pea
SAINT, kept Nike mute also; at last NedNRith.
a half down cast, whole seepish expression,
said, the ghos. ola smile creeping over his
features.
mike, do you Know whatg'
sWhat? 2 said Mike.
I've wgita song about Neliy.3
No. yeio;ned his friend, with tlat ambig-
ueps emphasis which might as Hell mean
yes.
is it a song?' adding, with deterious tact.
'Ah' why the mishief shouldn't you; SIRE
am haVn't You as iligant a heart 10 fish songs
up out of as anybody else. Sing US SIT
Pm aleared that you'll laugh if do,
Nike
SIS it me?, replied Nike so reproachfally
Etbat Ned was completely soltened. After
the making our-mind-up minute or two.
with a fine clear voice, be sang.
THE ROSE OF TRALEE.
All ye sporiin young heroes, with hearts light
an fee,
Take care how you come near the town of
Tralee;
For the witch of all witches that iver wove
spell
In the town of Tralee, at this moment does
dwell.
OF. then, don't venture near her, be warned
by me,
Fort divll all Out is the the Rose Of Tralae.
She's as soft an as bright as q young sum
mer morn,
He breath's, like the breeze from the flesh
blossom'd thorn,
Her cheak has a sea shells pale delicate
hue,
And her lip are like rose leaves just bat he'd
in the dew;
! So then, don't venture near her, be warned
byme,
For she's mighty destructive, this Rose Of
Iralee-
Oh! her eyes Of dark blue, they 50 heavily
Like she night sky of summer, an each
holds a ssaF;
We're her tongue mute as silence, mans life
they'd control;
But eyes an tongue both are too much fol
ones soul,
Yong men stay at home, then and leave hel
10 me,
For I'd die with delight for the Rose of Ira
lee.
And now after this toplofical illustration
of the state of Ned's feelings, and ihasmuch
as they are about to resume their labor, let
, US leave them TO their moving, and see after
Miss Nelly Malone, for love of whom poor
Ned had tasted of The Pierian spring.
In a nea. little chamber, bearing about it
the unmistakable evidence of a tidy woman's
care, sits the individual herself, her little fin
,lgers busily employed in knitting a very
small stocking-ber own; no trace of wealth
is TO be seen in this humble abode, but OF lis
more than equivalent comfort, 1t is redolent.
AT the open casemen there peep IN the
/, blossoms of The honey-suckle and the sweat
j pea; filling the air with a perfume, more CRATE
full than art could ever obtain; sundry artless
prints, and here and there a ballad on some
beart-breaking subject, probably amongst
them the highwayman's aatoballadograPhy,
wherein he heroically observes,
81 robbed Lord Mansfield, | do declare,
II A.I III, C--oaIel,S (x,,-ronor Gr,aro y
are fastened to the walls decorated with fes
I toons of cut paper, of most dazzling variety
5 ofcolor, a fine plump %contented lark, in an
open cage, which he scorns 10 leave, returns
7 his mistress's caress with a wild grateful
: song, whilst, tutored into friendliness a beau
tiful sleek puss, whose furry coat glances
9 like satin in the sunny ray, dozes quietly up,
r on the, windoweill, indulging in that low
purr, which is the sure indication of a happy
e cat. II is the home Of innocence and beau
e ty ftly tenanted.
And what are pretty Nelly's thoughts,
/; wonder, a shade ofsomething, may be ankle
e ty or doubt, but scarcely, sorrow soflens the
0 brightness of her lovely face. She speaks
twill be no treason TO listen. You will per
e ceive that the cat is her confdante-a dis
a Greet one it must be confessed.
Its foolishness, so it is; isn't it pussF
Puss doesn't eondescend TO notice the re
mark.
Now Minny,is'ntit, I ask you,is'nt il folly
the worst of folly to be thinkih' of one whC
does'ntsthink ofme? | won't do it any more
that | wont. Heigh ho, | wonder ifbe love.
me. Isomehow fancy he does, and yet agair
ifhe did, why couldn't he say so, there's on'
thing certain and that is, don't love him
this is 10 saw ] ,ror;t lowe him. 4 nreiiY lhins