Des Moines courier. ([Ottumwa] Iowa) 1848-1854, 1853-04-14


II Just draw pair Of breeches on.
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From the Dollar Weekly (Cin.) Times.
EI A Victim Of Love.
"Simon Girty. what brought you
here!" said the Mayor to an inebriated
individual, this morning. as he closed his
irials.
\ "A Waterman, please yer honor" re-
piled Simon.
y "Wha, did he bring you fort"
"Ah, sir, tina. is more than know
Since | have become victim Off,"
"In,emperance."
4. sir. not of intemperance, al,ho'
drown my SORROWS in the baccha-
n lcup-but of love-of love, sir
Re become victim of love, [ troub-
yself bu, little in regard to what be-
hes 0! me-"
Are you in love, Simon!''
"Oh, please, sir, don'tpierce my heart
si,h snch an inquiry! am victim
!, hear, broken victim, TO that slrongcs.
Fof oil passions which rakes the human
heart"
/ "Can you tell US your tale of aorrow,
Shon!" kindly asked the Marshall; tive
may have it in our power to relieve you.
Here (poin;ing to the repor,ers) are q
number of gentlemen of the press, and
il you only excite their sympathies,they
might do something for you"
"You that have tears to shed, prepare
90 shed them now" responded Simon as
he leaned against the table, as if he in
tended TO tell long as well as sorrow
ful tale. "You see, gentlemen" he pro-
ceeded, shat | am a fallen man. The
fire Of energy no longer lights my eyes,
phe rosy hue of health blooms no, upon
my cheeks, and my hair is assuming the
color Of old age. Gentlemen, am the
victim of love. and would be much OBJ
iged TO one of goa for chep of to-
lbaccnr'
4 He was supplied with the weed.
1.-Two years ago, first met Mary
May field, and oh! heavens, how il makes
my heart tremble to mention that name.
She was matchless in beauty, queen
action. and was most lovely to look
~ All! gentlemen. need l tell you
4 she stole my heart! That my whole
1soul was wrapt in her endearing charms,
and tina, forgot all things, saw nothing.
felt nothing. save sweet Mary Mayfeld!
LoTdy, how my heart heaves! Driven
by desperation, | threw myself a. her
feet. begged her TO take me as her slave.
Tears were in my eyes. and bowed be-
fore her queenly person, l felt utterly
powerless. Imagine, gentlemen, my
confusion. my horror, my torment. when
she gave me slight push with her deli
cate foot, and said to me: "Go long
" dirty serub, goa amt got money
enough for this child"
Simon here covered his face with his
hands as if TO hide his agony. Recover
ing in few moments, he proceeded:
ii Instantly resolved TO drown myself,
and proceeded at once to put my resolu-
ton into operation. Having from my
childhood days dread Of the external
application of water, | resor,ed to the
slower but more agonizing mode Of
drowning myself by the internal admin
is,ration of liquors more congenial to my
sense OF feeling, | have drank, drank and
drank, bu, as yet have not succeeded
N ain now on, OF means, and if any Of
you gentlemen could furnish me with
the dimes to purchase few more drains.
! think | win be able to accomplish my.
purpose. Cant you lend a teller a pic
ayune."
The Mayor thought that water would
be more serviceable to Simon than whis-
key, and therefore sent him to the Rock
cry, TO be fed on bread and water only,
for twenty days. Simon did no. COM
plain. as he thought probably change
in his drink might kill him, and thus end
his tortures. Poor Simon! He is a
victim of love--of ,ohiskey!
EPIGRAM ON FOP.
Y Yonr BOOTS, my friend, unlike 10 mine.