Richmond daily times. [volume] (Richmond [Va.]) 1850-1853, 1852-05-22


Or yawned DER this internal 'Chitty:'
Years, years ago, while all my joys
Were in my fowling piece and FLY,
In Short while was yet boy,
l fell in love with Laura Lilly.
saw her at a country ball,
There where the sound of flute and fddl,,
Gave signal sw eet, in that old hall,
Of hands across and down the middle;
Hers was the subtlest spell by far,
Of all that sets young hearts romancing,
She was our queen, our rose, our star,
And when she danced-Oh, heaven! 4her
dancing!
Dark was her hair; her hand was white;
Her voice was exquisitely tender;
Her eyes were full Of liquid light;
l never saw a waist so slender.
Her every look, her every smile,
Shot right and left a score of arrows;
Thought twas Venus from her isle,'
And wondered where she'd left her spar.
rows!
She talked of politics Or prayers,
Of Southey's prose, or Wordsworth's son.
nets,
Of daggers, or Of dancing bears,
Of battles or the last new bonnets;
BY candle-light, at twelve O'Clock,
To me it mattered not title,
If those bright lips had quoted Locke,
might have thought they murmured Lit.
tie.
Through sunny May, through sultry June.
loved her with love eternal;
l spoke her praises to the moon,
l wrote them for the Sunday journal.
Ny mother laughed I soon found out
That ancient ladies have no feeling.
My father frowned; but how should govt
Find any happiness i'll kneeling2
She was the daughter of dean,
Rich, fat, and rather apoplectic;
She had one brother just thirteen,
Whose color was extremely hectic;
Her grandmother, for many year,
Had fed the parish with her bounty;
Her second cousin was peer,
And lord-lieutenant of the county.
But titles and the three per cents,
And mortgages and great relations,
And India Bonds and tithes, and rents,
Oh! what are they TO loves sensations?
Black eyes, fair foreheads, clustering locks
Such wealth, such honors Cupid chooses
He cares as little for the stocks,
AS Baron Rothschild for the Muses..
She sketched: the vale, the wood, the beach
Grew lovelier from her pencils shading
She botanized: 1 envied each
Young blossom in her boudoir fading;
She warbled Handel: it was grand,
She made the Catalan jealous;
She touched the organ l could stand
For hours and hours and blow the bellows.
She kept an album, too, at home,
Well filled with all an albums glories;
Paintings of butterflies and Rome;
Patterns for trimming; Persian stories;
Soft songs to Jula's cockatoo
Fierce odes to famine and to slaughter,
And autographs of Prince LIE Boo,
And recipes for clearwater.
And she was 1attered, worshiped, bored,
Her steps were watched, her dress was nc
ted,
Her poodle-dog was quite adored,
Her sayings were extremely quoted.
She laughed, and every heart was glad
AS if the taxes were abolished;
She frowned, and every look was sad,
AS if the opera were demolished.
She smiled on many just for fun
knew that there was nothing in it,
I was the first, the only one,
Her heart had thought of for minute.
Iknew it, for she told me so,
In phrase that was divinely nodded
She wrote charming hand and oh
How neatly all her notes were folded.
Our love was like most other loves
A little glow, little SILVER;
A rosebud and pair of gloves,
And "Fly not yet," upon the river;
Some jealousy of some ones hair;
Somes hopes of dying broken-hearted
A miniature; lock of hair
The usual ;-and then we parted.
We parted months and years rolled by,
We met again, some summers AFTER
Our parting was all sob and sigh!
Our meeting was all mrth and aughter!
Form my hearts most secret cell
There had been many other dodgers;
And she was not the ballroom belle,
But only -something-Rogersl