The Cadiz sentinel. [volume] (Cadiz, Ohio) 184?-1851, 1846-01-14
From The Cleveland PaindeGler
The EiOpemeMt.
A ROLAND FOR AN OLIVER.

ROLAND FOR AN OLIVER.
In The items Of gossip on the pave is the elope
ment, ay, we'll authenticated elopement, dec
dedly racy, and passably romantic, which came
off, or rather trent off this week.
At Obern, sort of factory where they spir
out low-I ressure parsons, and dub the girl:
"MiStreSSeS Of Art" was our heroine. She was
quadroon from the South; such graces as hers
an olive complexion, the red bursting through
the brown-bair black, and long as lights in win
ter--lmbs delicate, and form straight as a su-
gar cane, and eyes like deep flowing streams
would win locycrs any day in upper-crust socie
ty, any hour in Odelljn.
Well Rose Eve must call her so, though by
any other name, &c, you know,) had two o.
them. The first was colored theoIogan of the
ddrk aud mystical brotherhood of divinity stu
dents, the pride and boast Of the faculty, and 4,
prospectu, The perfection of preachers, lnteIlec
tual, melancholy, blue, broad dckey, long face,
spiritual minded. He made love by mathemat-
les, talked Latin, and, as the Hoosier's say, 'laiC
himself. OUT and did his prettiest.' The Fmos
potent, grave and reverend signors' backed him
hut Rose didn't fancy the spiritual dorkie-he
might be'a nice young man. "a moral man. aud
Iacquainled with the dead Ianguages'-but, he
coullnI come in.
Rose loved another; her heart, like young
swarm of honey-Ioving bees settled upon another
sunfower. That other was travelled gentle
man of color. He had summed himself under The
Tropics, rambIed in Mexico ,vagabonded in Tex
as, and overran all the States of the Union, was
a bird ofpassage, played the guitar like Span
lard, sung like Troubadour, talked Spanish
jabbered French, and had the gift of tongues
had had adventures, and moving accidents, and
hair-breadth 'scapes-told her tales of his travels
history
''Whercin of anres vast and desertswide
1t was his hint to speak, such was the process;
And of the Cannibas that each other eat,
The anthropophagi and men whose heads
Do grow upon their shoulders"
To which Rose, like Desdemona, did serious
ly incline. The down river SONGS and his par
ody of 'OberIin gals, wont We come out tonight,
and dance by the light OBJ de moon,' finished his
work.
But every body knows that the course of true
love never did run like railroad; more like a
genuine corduroy turnpike with toll gates every
half-a-mile; our here DouId have Rose, but the
Faculty and the rivalry, the trouble and ALL sent
him TO Cleveland
Here he taught music, wrote for the papers,
translated Spanish, Ionged to translate Rose out
of the Vulgate Oberlin into the very regions of
the matrimonial paradise, and he told her 90
for he cultivated the belLes-Iettres with her. So
they appointed meeting-our hero is on the
spot--jnst in the 'Superbs' of Oberlin, with one
ofGurley's iside-of ofMree-minute-ndgs, and Rose
walks out, jumps into the buggy, and away hey
whrl towards Cleveland.
But the spiritual young theologue is afte. the
Iopyers in hot haste; he arrived at Cleveland and
ransacked the town, but the pair were on their
way to Pittsburgh, that Gretna Green of this
Buckeye county. Night is Cupid's day. the po.
cts say.
There was pretty considerable sprinkling'
of stars abroad, though not the first shadow of a
moon. Our hero dashed on towards the Penn
sylvania line.