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

piano twas notninB 70 lHc eAcCutioh uohc
on our heart
Oh! Widow Green Widow Green, you
were near the death Of US, you we're IN.
deed, You snapped nearly asunder the
chords that bound US TO the ideal
The beautiful is vanished and returns not"
AS dark shadows steal over the meadow
when the sun departs, SO gloom has settled
on our soul since thy sunny countenance
fed from US forever. Oh! Widow Green,
OBJ
Hold! bring us potatoe--we feel a
relapse.
We were introduced, and all the evening
we lowered round, (whcw! think of a
youth with such feet "hovering"--hannf is
the word) 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 reeled home
drunk with love and beauty.
The following morning, dressed with
unusual care, wecalled upon our charmer.
Visit followed fast upon the heels Of visit,
until we became sort Of fixture at the
widows mansion. We were encouraged
in the most hatterng manner. Obseryant
reader, have you ever studied widow,
while inveigling an innocent youth into
her tolls? If you have, you've some iiea
of the labor youth--a verdant youih--a
youth Of the barrel age" may perform.
To act the groom on horseback. to make
night hideous with serenades, 10 spend a
small fortune in bouquets and buggies, to
dance attendance at the theatres, balls,
parties, lectures, exhibitions, &c.to do
all this is TO do but small part Of what Is
exac,ed. We worked like slave and
expended like nabob. Week after week
flew by in this service. We became thin
and pale, aud subject to sudden fits Of po-
elry. 10 looking over our commonplace
book, we find, among other things Of the
like ilk, the following. II is given TO the
reader, not for any supposed merit, (hea-
ven save the markD but as an instance Of
what matter-of. fact business man may be
guilty of a, the "barrel age,' when deep.
ly in love:
The stars are bright in heavens deep,
Soft runs tho drowsy stream,
The birds are in thy bower asleep,
And flowers neddiDg dream;
The winds scarce bear the melody,
And all the rest are left,
Save one, who sleepless sings to thee,
BY thee Of sleep bereit.
When sunlight leaves the fading west,
And stars are IN the skies,
l turn me from my deep unrest
To muse upon thine eyes,
Or II, perchance, sweet sleep appesr
To bid my heart rejoice.
Thy fairy form see, hear
The music Of thy voice.
Then wakc--though DER thy gentle head
In dreams wild fances play,
| Oh! wake--though hopes 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 music man Of rather
dngy complexion 1--WE had paid him dol
lar, for we have no music in our soul) I'M
der the widows window at past ii Pm.
precisely. For an audience we had two
men, three boys, and a Waterman, all"jusl
dropped BY" and having an ear for sweet
sounds, remained to listen, kindly throwing
| in few remarks. such as "wake 'em up,
Darby" go il strong" &c, and to show
their musical abilities, whislled, or sung
oEhand accompaniment, enlivened with
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 tu.
multuous. We we're favored with bou-
quet by the widow, but in dropping it she
dropped her night cap. Il came sailing
down like snow-wfeath from heaven,
and now hangs, even unto this day, beside
our looking warning 10 gods and
men.
What very absurd business, by the BY.
4 is this serenading For the lady, it may be
well enough TO be wakened from deep
sleep, and then soothed 10 slumber again
BY strains that steal out on the night air.
She retires about ten P. NJ. alter doing up
her lovely locks in brown paper,pulls over
them warm night cap, en,olls herself in
a gown that il did not take Mrs. Tippet a
week 10 fit and iashion,or her immaculate
washer woman to whiien--thus encased
she rolls in snugly, with nothing visible but
the tip end Of her lovely nose. When the
music awakens her, she opens one ear,and
long before the last quayer dies away, is
4 lost in dreams again. The day following,
the serenaded boasts--"Oh! ] had such q
nice serenndc last night--,wo flutes, fiddle,
guitar and all, and Mr.. 49, did sing So
.tOh, my~ Well enough, well enough; --
But for full grown men. after dawdline
about on chairs and sofas until midnight tc
travel round attached 10 guitars and fiddles