American telegraph. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1851-1851, 1851-04-16

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"TO W. I.
"Youth of talents rich and rare, ..
Poet of exalted mind,
Thnkest thou the azure orbs
Are to thy perfection blindf
sspoet, dost thou wish to end
What SO well thou hast begunI
Remember, it's not hers to 1000,
But, ah believe she may be icont L. p"
I read the lines again, and was so frantic
with delight that shouted g Huzza !" Where
upon one of the partners in the bank, very
quiet old gentleman, rushed into the room, ex-
claiming,
"Good heavens Mr.. Trips, what's the mat
ter ?" ....
l am sure I cannot recollect what | said in
reply. My explanation was, l fear, very un-
satisfactory, for the old gentleman left the
room muttering something about ga straight
waistcoat," But | cared nothing for all the old
gentlemen in the world at that moment The
signature was g L. P" too. She had seen my
verses-she had replied-she could love me :;
them she should be mine
That evening | sat by Lavinia as she poured
out tea for us in her papa's drawing-room. BY
the way, | must confess that she made very bad
tea; it was undeniably sloppy" But she had
a soul above tea and in my opinion it was a
desecraion of that lovely form to stick it down
to a tea-table at all. ....s
els there any thing new in the County He
RAID this week, Mr.. Trips ?" asked Layinia,
in the calmest and coolest of tones. was really
staggered and almost shocked at her impertur-
liability. However, / replied
"Indeed there is! with an accent and n
glance which expected to make her fair cheek
mantle with bushes | was mistaken, though,
for she never colorcd at all-whie she asked
"What is it What is the subject ?'
No!-hang it thought this won't do.
may have been rather too difident at first, and
Of course it was very kind of her to help me on
a little. But to ask me to tell her that these
are her own verses addressed to me-upon my
soul / don't think it's quite delicate. Suddenly
the idea struck me that she did not expect her
verses to appear This week. However, she had
gone to another part of the room and returned
with little volume, bound in pale blue satin
elaborately gilt, and entitled :" The Loves of
the Flowers"
" Have you seen this ?" sfSinquired.
had not and may remark that I have
never been able to find any one that had, ex-
cepting Lavinia herself; which only proves, of
course that it was very rare work
Lavinia declared that it was exquiste full
of the trucst pathos the work evidently of one
who had loved and suffered, she said, with q
sigh that seemed to insinuate that she herself
had loved and suffered. .....
My heart began humping again: gave her
such look think she felt its meaning, for
she cast down her eyes. grew bolder.
Miss Primrose" | said, "a heart like yours
could be thoroughly and deservedly appreciated
by but few. Yet mcthinks there is one who
would prize such jewel beyond" stam
mered little and said "any thing" Confound
it the poetry never wW come at the right mo-
ment. Layinia began to blush now in earnest.
My courage increased. .......
"Believe me, dear Miss Primrose-may say
Lavinia ?-believe me, | am not a"
Trump" shouted that Internal Papa Prim-
rose again, humping down card and scatter
ing all my "pluck" to the winds together.
What | said afterwards l never have been
able to recolect; | only know that | suffered
awfully, while Layinia blushed and stared and
murmured something about my being "mis-
taken" Whereupon | began to feel almost in
dignant and alluded, in rather plain terms, to
her own verses. ..........
never shall forget her admirably acted (for
of course it wds acted look of amazemcnt as
she asked me what meant. Nor shall ! ever
forget my own embarrassment when | had ac-
tually to recite her own verses to her. At the
conclusion she positively burst out into q fit Of
laughter, which drew upon US the notice Of the
Whist-ta table; and old Primrose asked