The mountain sentinel. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1844-1853, 1849-08-30
EBENsBURG, THURSDAY, AUGUST 80, ls4o.
'Hene-do you love me, Harry?'

'Ihen Ii you love me, as Hamlet says,
speak the Speech, pray you No doubt
it will be hissed-so much the better
you viii be laughed at-better still
May, May!' cried her lover, turning
away from her, IF you loved me you
would not say this!'
'Ah-not if it gains papa's consent to
our union!
That indeed-but, dearest May, to be-
come laughing stock-to have the fin
gers of derision pointed at one-to feel the
lash of the critic, and
TO call little may your own!' added
the coaxing gypsy.
Who could resist such an appeal from
such pair of rosy lips! or unrelenting
behold the mute eloquence of those beau
tiful eyes! Not Harry; no, nor any other
young lover am sure.
From that evening, dear reader, only
! imagine my unlucky hero imprisoned
| hour after hour with the learned author,
, declaiming that-'infernal poem,' Il quote
! Harry's own words.) Do you not pity
! him?
/ But tllen-the stolen half hour below,
assisting litle May in her iessons--do you
not envy him!
In the mean time Mr.. Lille had gsot
/ been idle. He had forwarded letters to
some OF the most influential men of the
neighboring towns, inviting them to attend
/ the next Lyceum, where as he informed
/ them, young author, poet, was TO make
/ his Ge6u! before their intelligent cOmmu-
/ nifty. In confidence he assured them
they would be aslonished at the depth and
/ power Of his genius. He had himself
/ looked over the poem, and although he
would not wish 10 foresiail say, that he
had neverread such production!
The eventful evening arrived, and from
every turnpike and cross-road people came
flocking in to listen to the young author
some because of the favor of Mr.. Lille,
others to compliment their favorite--the
! schOolmaster. .--.
Escorted by the great and learned Dio-
genles Lille, ESD, and a few of the lead
ing members, Harry was conducted TO the
| hall, and seated within the enclosure of
! the platform.
90 depict his feelings would be impos-
sibla--he knew he was about to make
himself ridiculous, and was tempted more
than once to turn his back and quit the
scene of his approaching disgrace. Not
withstanding the tempting reward he had
in view, the alternative was a hard one
! but his eye turned To distant corner of
| the hall where the sweet face of MAY
smiled upon him, and her fair hand waved
encouragement. He wavered no longer
Resolving to meet his fate like a hero,
Harry ROW arose. and after u few prelim-
inaries iGtroduc ed--'The Golden Age
The two first stanzas el.cited gene al
smile from the audience--lnliuenza be-
came universal, to Judge from the cough
ing and heaa-ns;ag! Between the fifth
and sixth, many persons left the house,
and as Harry with the energy of despair
drew near the close of the tifst canto, the
Kissing and hooting of the boys outside
and IN The building was almost deatenlng,
while one OF the committee arose and ad-
ylsed the orator TO SIT down!
, With all the self satisfaction of a martyr
, his eye suddenly fell upon the author,
whom he detected at a glance to be the
most active in the war OF ridlcule which
was waging against him. Rage for the
moment oyercame his discretion. Hurl
ing the manuscript upon the floor, he
sprang from the desk, made one leap dowr
the steps, and rushed upon his deceitfu
patron!
DO you dare to laugh at mel he ex
r claimed, pale with anger, do you dare to
r utter word, you--you who are yoursel
2 the
f 4 little hand was on his arm, and sol
t voice whispered:
E Harry, dear Harry, come away.'-AnC
J, obeying The gentle mandate, our hero sulf
cred himself to be led from the scene o
j his modification.
r Poor tellow! cried Mr.. Lille, recov
! ering from the alarm of Harry's onset
= poor fellow, he is almost beside himself
d see--well, it is pitiiul trash after all, and
fear | gave him too much encouragement
S my friendship got the better of judgmen
: --ye: his delivery is the worst--uhy an
not sure, gentlemen, bat his ranting am
mounting would render Shakespeare ridic
: ulous. The poem reads well-depent
!. upon it, gentlemen, there is genius after al
Il where that poem came from
5 When alr. Lille reached home h
i found Harry awaiting him, storming an
S raving to and fro in the library like mad
man. Rushing upon the great Diogene
G he seized him by the collar:
II Your conducL is unbearablei' ne ex
claimed. You shall do me justice--b,
/ heaven you shall! l am not TO be treate
Il in this way! After palming off you
wretched stuff upon me, DO you think