The Port Gibson reveille. (Port Gibson, Miss.) 185?-1857, 1854-06-07
MISCELLANEOUS.
Answerto why don't You marryY'
by BACHELOR.

Why don't we marry ?" - because we
don't is the only answer that VIC can make
upon the spur Of the moment. But give US
time and VIC will search for more satisfactory
reason for our protracted bachelorhood Few
Years in our life have passed over our heads
when our hearts were not futtering with real
or fancied love for some real or fancied angel.
Rabyhood Of course was free from Cupid's
attacks: but no sooner had babyhood budded
into boyhood, than VIC were tracing in the
snow and on the trees the name Of our be-
loved. We worshipped our goddess in si-
knce. although as many volumes as our young
eyes could reasonably be supposed TO possess,
we're doubtless spoken By them there and then.
Ever since that happy period we, save at
slight intervals, had some bright particular
star among the galaxy Of female beauties sur
rounding US 10 which we we're devoted; but
We had in early life a copy set us by our
writing master, running thus" Familiarity
breeds contempt" We we're then 50 much
impressed with this sentiment, that IN after
years our whole life has thus far received q
colorinp from it. We never dared 10 become
familiar With our diyinities for fear Of dispell-
ihg the halo that surrounded them. Now
that the grey hairs begin silently 10 appear
Ike tho stray snow fakes Of approaching win
Ter. and the crows foot marks deepen around
the corners Of our eyes we bid farewell TO the
dreams and fancies Of youth, and look forward
70 a calm old age, free from passion, but tall
ofkindly feelings for young and old.
The fairy forms of those whom We once
worshipped have disappeared the staid, So
Der. somewhat embonpoint matron now per-
sonaiing the delicate sylph-like belle OF fifteen
years ago. but By her side stands her daugh-
Ter, attended by her youthful lover to NIL the
places that once we filed. now vacated by Us
forever. We indulge in no vain regret that
we must tread the path Of life solitary and
alone, unloving and unloved. The proper
ton Of happiness allotted 10 mankind IL far
more equal than we are apt 10 imagine. Mar
riage Is we'll known to be lottery, contain.
ing as many blanks and few prizes as any other
lottery. We know none ofour married friends
with whom we would exchange situations.
To bo sure we wend our lonely way home
10 our bachelors den from the cheerful parlor
Of one Of our bcnedictine playmates, with the
merry prattle of bis children, and the sweet
voice Of bis wife ringing in our ears. and tall
into dozo at our fieside. 10 dream that one
Of our hearts is sitting by US. while little
rosy cherub attempts to climb our knee, lisp
ing for the frst time papa" and when we
awake we cannot help wishing for the moment
that Il were something more than dream
As our eve glances round our cozy little stu
do. however, lined with well.hlled book
shelves and rests upon-a case fall oil choice
regalias, we complacently light one, throw ,,
ourselves contentedly back 10 our comfortable
easy chair. and let our transient matrimonial
aspirations endin smoke.
Bachelors past thirty should look well De-
fore they leap into the gulf Of matrimony'
Their fixed habits become so nearly second
nature, that the necessary change of comforts
attendant upon their change of state may be
for the worse. IL they are unhappy single.
they may not be more unhappy double but
i thei are conteuted. their best course Is tc
let we'll enough alone.