Carroll free press. [volume] (Carrollton [Ohio]) 1834-1861, 1849-06-08
Romance in Real Life.

"0h what was love made for, if tits not the same,
In JOY and in sorrow, in glory and shame"
Life has its incidents, its realilies--irequenIly
more amusing than the far-slrained sketches oi
romance. This is observable, at times, in all
communities, and under every conceivable cir
cums,ance. The mOnotonous routine Of world.
ly existencei is thus varied the weight Of its cares
lessened and food for amusement furnished.
An incident was lately furnished US, which, il
it had fallen into the proper hands, would have
furnished abundant material for a common sized
volume; but as our ideas seldom ascend the
towering heights of romance-seldom enter the
garret windows Of barricaded castles, or the faith
omless depths of elysian caves--we must con-
tent ourselves with giving the raw material.
few months ago, a learned professor ol
phrenology appeared in our midst. Unlike the
heroes of modern romance, he was not angelic
in features nor god-lIke in men; yet, nolwith.
Standing these deficiencies, he was, in his own
estimation, the shrewdesT man in the Slates.--
With him shrewdness was an inherenIq quality, he
had imblbed it from his mothers breast, and he
would as soon doubt the reality of his existence
as his perfect title to the claim.
Weeks passed., yet our hero remained. He
made himself perfectly at home. Visited in all
circles. Laughed with the gay, talked with the
learned, spouted with the excited, and disputed
with disPutants. With these qualifications, and
an extra supply of impudence, nobody--aI least
he never questioned his title TO greatness.
But time, in its onward pace, called The pro.
fessor to more enticing grouoes. Love, with
all her rosy charms came with the spring, and
lent fragrance TO the passing breeze. The pro-
fessor--he who for years had boasted Of his free.
dom became as passive as a child. Oh, the
mysterious spell which binds strong hearts with
unseen letters. But why enlarge. The profess
sor listened 100 long to the dulcet tones of love
to Withstand ProIrac.ed siege. Like discreeI
general, he prudently surrendered, and prepa-
red for that momentous epoch, when two low.
ing hearts minge into one.
VexaIion and disappointment are ever the tor
mentors ofhuman lrailty. The brightest sky is
overshadowed in an hour, and thestrongesl hope
crushed in an instant. So it happened here
The day broke in splendor; the sun in the full
ness of its charms illuminated the heavens
with its most gorgeous tints; all created things
rejoiced in the lovelness of the morn. No
not all. To the expeclant bride that day pos
sessed no beauty. The worm was preying at
her vilals, and grief corroding The well-springs
of her heart. The professor, in durance vile,
was called to answer for deeds done nlhe body
and she had TO yield to prior claims. Calamity
did she struggle against the decree, but the strug
gle was vain. She mourns the INCONSISTENCY of
lovers, and the loss of the professor.
The professor made hasty retreat to this
place, where a no less anxious maid awaited
him, and hurried marriage closed the scene.
We leave the gay couple enjoying the 'honey
moon,' hoping that, if they do not enjoy happi-
ness, we NAV.