Litchfield enquirer., 1849-12-20
Victim of a Proof Reader.

Victim of a Proof Reader.
 The following though of rather ancient date, is too good to be slowed away among the mustv record of things that were. It tickled Us some once; and we cannot deny our readers participation in the little of spice which we occasionally ferret out from the musty record afore. said. These are the day. of poesy wri- ting, and a touch of Ollapod" review ed now and then comes upon us with the refreshing influence of the dews of Her mon." The author is reading "busi- ness" letter from the "victim," when the individual in person enters.
 "Ah" said he, reading my scroll;;" I sec. Funny circumstance; but never mind. You make pieces for the Knick- erbocker sometimes, don't you?-apt kind O pieces that come out of your head ? l borrow that there periodical $ 'metimes of d friend, and I'see piece there about man was the "Victim of a Proof Reader" am one of that class. Two yea's ago was in love. l was tilted. Hang the details the upshot is the main thing. Well. I had tried the young lady and found wanting and l thought would quote a line of scripture unto her, as motto for some bitter and reproacfful verses" To, holding up a manuscript in one hand, high up, and placing the other arm akimbo, he read as follows:
 gro ONE FOUND WANTING"
 "Mene, meme. teksl. upharsin." 1 SCRIPTURE. Thou art no more. what once knew 1 Thy heart and guiie.ess tongue 10 be, Thou at no longer ruIe aud true. Nor fond to oae who kneli 10 thee Who knel, and dreamed ihee all hfs own. ] Nor knew a dearer wish besldNs Who made his trembling passion known, | And looked 10 own thee teI bride. What is the VOW that once heard
 From those balm. breathing lips of thine! Broken. ah ! broken. word by word,
 Fen while worship'd at thy shrine! Broken by thee, io whom bowed As bends ,he wild flower to the breeze. As ben, the Chalsi.an through the cloud.
 To Orion ard the Pleia2es.
 Bu, thou art lost and no more
 Must drink thy u"deceiving glance. Our thousand fondling spells are oer--
 Our rap'u-ed moments in he dance Vanished. like d d.w-drops from :he spray,
 Are moments which in beauty few cast life's brightest pearl away, ',
 And false one breathe my last adieu"
 "Here he stopped--his grey eye rolling in a wild frenzy--and drew ; newspaper from his breecles pocket "Sir." said he, striking an attitude. " sent them verses for to be printed into the Literary Steamboat and Genera Western Alligator It is paper, sir with immense circulation. A column ir it, to be read by the boatsmen and rafts men in the west, is immortality. I say nothing. Just see how my effusion wa butchered. cant read it."
 II took the paper-a little yellow si. by eight folio--and thus
 gro ORE, FOUND WASHING"
 "Mere, mere, treaele, O SGrtin."
 SCULPTURE. |" Thou hast no m.anS at once to slew
 Thy beasts, and girdless tongue 10 tree, Thou hast no CsrgeDi. pure and true,
 Nor feed for one who knell to thee: Who knelI. and dreamed thy all his own,
 Nor knew nearer wish beiids, Who made his tumb,ing psrsnips knew.
 And looked iO arm ihce for bride! What is the row what once heard
 F.om those b' beating liI.s oi thine Broke,s: ai. broker one by one, -..
 Fen while worshiped at thy shrinel Broker by thee to whom l lowed, As len.ls the Sintl-a,w I0 ihe tries- As burst the chaldron lhro' the clod!
 To Ontons, ard the ueas a' dies Bnt ihon art l,st! and no more
 Must dirk lhy undecaiying siance-- One :hous f friendly ,qui.ls ase OCT.
 Onr Tap,nred moments in the dance: Vanished like dew-drops from the sprag,
 Are moments which in business frw! cut life's brightest peal a-way. .. And false one, break my bust-adieu !" "On breaking into loud laugh a the utter stupidity of this typical meta morp"is I found that the stranger grew red in the facc.s He snatciled the pa per from my hand. and disar rpeared, ma king his bow a he retired,
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