The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1847-01-16


versed together, though without say
ing a word. in that strange, mysterious,
and metaphorical language, which none
but young lovers understand.
The prayer, the hymn, and the SER
mon passed unheeded, and when the
benedictlon was pronounced, heavy
sigh burst from the heart of Tim at the
bitter thought that he could not longer
gaze on his dear Sukey. At the door
OF the meeting house, he again fixed his
ewes on the dear creature, while she
was waiting for her fathers wagon; and
when at last the dreaded moment of
separation came, he took his solitary
walk homeward, coming over to him
self in melancholy mood the following
lines:
90, could talk to thee forever!
Forever fix and gaze on those dear eyes;
For every glance they send darts through my SOUL"
Tim resolved that on the next sun
day evening he would "go a.courtin"
for the first time, and pay visit to his
charming Sukey and such pleasure did
he anticipate from the proposed inter
view, that the intervening week SEEM
ed an age. However, he succeeded
in getting through it with tolerable
ease, by dreaming of his fair one by
night, and writing verses to her and
about her by day; for love had made
Tim poet, as it has done thousands
of others. The following is a copy of
an elluson which cost Tim three days
labor in the composition, and one day
in writing it, intending to present it to
the "girl Of his heart" on the next Sun
day evening:
81 have gazed on thy face with delight,
And know of none fairer than thou;
For thine eyes than the sun are more bright,
And majesty sits on thy brow.
The sweet locks that play on thy cheeks,
Der thousand bright beauties do wave;
And thy voice, kind language that speaks,
is the sweetest that nature e'er gave.
Such s,DeetneSs in thee is combined,
And iope in the highest degree!
would leave every pleasure behind,
For an hour of enjoyment with thee!
The tedious week at entgh rolled
away, and the next Sunday came to
the no small comfort of poor Tins
Iove-lorn heart. In the afternoon, ,alter
due preparation at his toilet, having
filled his head with pomalum, and his
pockets with poetry, Tim set out on
his expedition. In order to avoid OBJ
servation, and the prying curiosity of
inquisitive neighbors, he took circuit
Gus route 10 reach the place Of his des-
tination. On his way he was under the
necessity of crossing IA small stream,
which late ram, had sweled into Il
"wiId and angry flood" When he
came TO the place where he intended
to cross, what was his dlsmay on find
ing that the bridge was carried away,
not a vestige of which was to be seen
remaining. Under these distressing
circumstances, what was to be done? ?
There was no bridge within several
mes--and to abandon his design and
return home, was most painful idea.
He could not bear to think of it. He
called to mind the exploits of that an
clent lover, Leander, in crossing the
Hellespont, and resolved partly to imi-
tate him--nstead of swimming, which
he was unable to do, to ford the angry
Hellespont, that threatened to inter-
cept his further progress. He had OF.
ten forded the stream in his boyish
days-he knew that the place over
which the bridge once stood was COM
parativeIy shallow, and concluded that
the flood could not have made it much
deeper as the current was remarkably
rapid. Like brave knight of the col
den time,' he resolved TO face the en-
emy for the sake Of his ''adye love-
Accordingly having rolled his Panta-
looms above his knees, and taken his
shoes and stockings in his hands, he
waded into the cold stream and pro-
ceeded on his toilsome journey across.
The smooth slippery stones at the bot
tom betrayed his feet, and once or
twice he came near falling, but still he
persevered. AT length on nearing the