The Hillsborough recorder. [volume] (Hillsborough, N.C.) 1820-1879, 1850-12-25
The nlissries Of a Rhymster.
BY MAURICE o'QuILL. oEsr.

Nttuhut hHh klrtt plrlCnslbN W tut w
hereni rlaw." ihr ..,ision sne faculty div
ins." my friend. The Rhymsier. of some Of
whase .miseries" promised refifsl.
the oiherday. roaueixd wiih the nissrs oc-
easiunsliy. Whea I. J. The she vein" he
strung a Few slsnzzs iogeiher. some al
wlirh fsund their wsy inln Two ar lhre
OF The Magazines and .Iiierary Pspss''
OF lhe country and owing a. ihe prying
knaek of rosm msir. who explored has
wriiibg-desk. their authorship became d.
,nlged. The ladirs soon pointed him out
as Ihe ..yaung gentleman who wroie poe-
Try ''and he .awoke famous.' . accordingly.
They. moreover. were of The r.viewsr's
opinion. in The North Brilish," that IL
vas .his business. as poet, In please" !"
and they consequently taxed his rhymes
for odes 10 he sung Al .Sabhail-Schonl
Celrbralions." moiioes for Fairs. srrasliss .
for birthday presents. but mainly. caniri-
buttons 10 their albums. Elegiac poe,ry
was requested nf hlm. nne day. by discon-
solale widow and the next. some vrrdant
wight would attempt 10 brine rarses out OF
him for his gal To this d.y. however.
our friend considers odes. notices, aeros-
tics. elegies and rarses, pigmies. n point
o. vexaiion. when compared 20 albums.
He declares that he had rather have an
enraged beanry flying aihree legged STOOL
about his ears, than see sentimental miss
approaching with an album--and all on ac.
count of the following misshap-.
Two of these hooks, ~ The same pat.
tern, bui The one belonging 10 yaung Ia
dy whom our rhyms,er somewhat affect-
ed. and The other 10 The wife Of an eyre
giously jealous fellow. were laid upon his
table /; he forthwith resolved 10 get rid
Of them in short metre He addressed
the married lady Few rhymes which he
might have safely inGiied TO his great
grandmother, cnnrlnding by wishing her
cafe in heaven bniio The young miss, he
dedicated whole page Of burning sighs.'
slender thonghis.' whispering zephyrs,
starry worlds and blooming flowers
The albums were duly returned, and our
hero was wondering how his lines would
take with the young lady, when his specu-
laiions were suddenly interrupted by the
enierance OF the husband. who. without
preliminaries, cried out, pointing 10 the al
bum in his hand
did you write THE, young man.
What = asked the astonisl,ed poet.
Il his, this !! continued the man, grow !
ing more angry. and ihrusling The page in
the face Of our friend.
Yes. sir--ceriainly did bni il is Miss
Browns album. and should like To know
how ] am accountable 10 YOU. sir, foI
whatever ! may choose to address 10 heI!
the rhymsler, rising, and looking
vexed 10 his iurn.
Miss Bo--bo-ho-Brown aibnm =
spluiiered The nfuriaied husband. Did
you ever! How dare you say such thing.
you young villain Isn't nv wile's name
-see--H Henrietta Matilda Rosalinda Jones
written on the ay-leaf. as plain as the
nose on your face. that -
Had moi the poet lodged, the aggriev-
ed Benedict would have concluded The
sentence by actual demonstration; hut he
wheeled just iA Time to save his Roman
a hearty lwinge, and quickly placed CEN
between himself and his an!ago.
mist.
But lis all mistake, sir he aitemp-
,ed 10 explain, for he now perceived that,
IN his hurry. he had written each piece in
the wrong hook.
A mistake, ell ? exclaimed the hus.
band, tearing the album in twain, and
throwing The parts at his supposed rival.
Ill teach you--' and he began race
The table in pursuit oI our friend, who
never was in greater want Of
Pegasus to fy away with him. They
whirleI round and round, when the chase
was suddenly arrested by the rhyms,rr
hand coming in contact with revolver
Ina, laid under the papers on the table.
Seizing il, he halted short. and presented
!, al bis pursuer. who Instantly acknowledg-
ed the change Of affairs by holding up his
hands, then dropping on his knees. to Sc
cure himself behind the liable. where he
screamed:
What, you villain. would you murder
me. TOO. after robbing me Of my peace Of
mind =
We'll, let me explain. then. observed
the poet. still pointing he weapon at his
terrified opponent, albeit twas anloaded
aud as rusty as a nail from Noak's ark.
Good heavens speak. but don't fire !!
aud he rose from his hiding place.
Theexplanalion was given. 20 the new
O,hello's satisfaction, who apologizrd
liberally. and remarked. looking very fool
ish, and picking up the Torn album
oh !-ah!-l wish had known this
before used upshe book.
But never mind said the husband.
solto voca, as a queer grin spread about
his face is none Of my money-lt