Mississippi Democrat. (Carrollton, Miss.) 1844-18??, 1845-01-29
MtSreIIa amp.
OTHEILO.

In Venice once there lived sooty fellow,
BY trade soldier, and by name Othello;
lie 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, and got themselves made double
OthelUs ancient was q cunning rascal
A deep, designing villain who could mask all
His gloomy treachery, so that poor 0thello
Thought him most surprising honest fellow.
This william finding that his general granted
post to Michael Cassie which he wanted,
Determined without making any pother
To be revenged on both one and t'other;
And the first thing the malicious brute did
Vast hint that Cassius had the Moor cornuted.
The Moor, however, looked for continuation,
Not trusting quite lagos information;
Iago being confounded swiper,
One night makes Cassie drunk as any piper;
Wherein the latter got into a hobble,
By stabbing one Montana in 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 coplrived to leave it,
Then tells the Moor it was his wife who gave it.
Otheo, flying in wonderous passion,
Attacked his wife in most uncivil 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 con founded phrenzy.
Poor Desdemona passed the day in weeping
Then went to give her heart relief by sleeping
And sought the couch upon whose downy feather
Her lord and she had oft reposed 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 tiptoe he advances
To the bedside, and on aer sweet face glancesi
And after divers doubts and much misgiying,
Swears that she sha'nt stay longer with the living,
Wakes her and says IL Is 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 curd stir
lie smothers the poor creature with the bolster,
The servants hearing all this noise and thinking
There's something wrong, break thrc' the door
like winking,
In rush the Iady'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 swagger
Speaks Of hrs deeds, and draws out his dagger
Regrets that he should have used his wife so badly
Then stabs himself 10 end the story sadly,
- This tale, as writ in Shakspeare's lyric, fine is
But bis recount is mt so good as mine Isl