Semi-weekly standard. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1853-18??, 1855-12-26

I Widow Bebott papers published by Derby, New
York, as previously noticed in our columns ant
have come to the conclusion that throughout thu
numerous pages is interspersed some of the mos
original poetry extant. For instance, the Widow
speaking of her dear departed, Deacon Hezekal
Bedott, says:
| q" He never iawed in all his life
He never onkind-
| And, (tho' say it, that was his wife,
Such men you seldom find.
| never changed my single lot
| thought 'twould be SIM
| For thought SO much o. Deacon Bedott,
! never got married agin
And since it was my lot to be
| The wife of such man,
| l tell the men that's alter me,
| To ketch me if they can.
| Whisky and rum he tasted not
| He thought it was sin;
| The insolabe Widow O. Deacon Bedott.
| Don't intend to get married agin."
Shortly after the inconsolable widow falls in love
| with the preaching of Elder Smiles. The Elder is
Laid up " with q cold, and receives the following
| epistle:
| o, Reverend Sir, do declare,
1t drives me most to frenzy,
To think o. you, lynn there,
Down sick with infuenzy.
| bodyd thought it was enough
To yer wife's departer,
Without such trouble this ere
To come follern' arter.
But sickness and Affections is trials sent
By the will o a wise Creation,
And always ought to be underwent
With turtytude and resignation.
Then mourn not for yer pardner's DEATH
But to submit endevver
For 'sposcn she hadent died soon,
She couident tiCea forever.
Oh, could to yer bedside fv
And wipe your weepin' eyes,
And try my best to you up,
II twouIdent create surprise!
Both sick and WE'LL you may depend,
Youie never be forgot
By your faithful and afleconate friend,
PRISCILLA POOLE
The tender sentiment of this poem reached the
Elders heart, as acknowledged in feeling response.
Shortly after the Widow rctircs to a grove in the
rear of Elder Snihcs' house, sits down log, and
sings as follows:
Ere love had cached my tears to flow
was uncommon cheerful,
But now such misery dew know,
What peaceful hours once enjoyed,
All Summer day
But o, my comforts war destroyed,
When Shadrack crossed my way!
heerd him preech--I heered him pray
heered HIM swcetly sing
Dear SUI! how did feel that day,
- It was dreiful thing!
Full forty dollars would give
For tho hes made my sperrit live
Hes surely bust my heart!
The Elder operhcars the song but does not yield
until he hears the following:
Here sleeps Prisclly P Bedott,
How melancholy her lot
How She did cxpire
She didn't commit seIt-suicide,
Twas tribulaton killed her.
o! what pity she hadn't died
AfOrc she saw the Elder!
After the Widows marriage to Elder Shadrack
Snifes she contributes the following to the 'Scrab
BILE Hill Luminary:"
Priscy the fair, and Shadrack the wise
Have united their fortunes in the tenderes of ties;
And being mutually Joined in the matrimonial connection
Have bid adOo to their previous affection
No more will they mourn their widdered sittiwaton
And continncr to sythe without mitigation;
But Pardners for life TO be parted no more.
Their sorrers is ended, their troubles is Ger.
Oh, Shadrack my Shadrack" Priscilla did speak,
While the rosy red bushes led her cheek,
And the tears of affection bedoozled her eye,
The heart that was scornful and cold as IA stun,
Has surrendered at last to the fortint one;
Farewell to the mseries and nriefs have had,
IL never desert thee, o Shadrack, my shadF'
As the future fortunes of the Elder and Mrs Sniff
flies, and her sister, Aunt Mcguire, they
corded in the book, with picters to match, and
not the book be obtained at S. G. Courtenay & Co.'S
Book and Periodical Depot Broadstreet?
POLITICAL TRIMMING FOR LADIES' BONNETS.
SLIGHTLY ALTERED PUNCH.
14H-" The Blue B0"Mets are Deer tile Border. ~
March, march, change and variety
Fashion than month should never be older
March. march, hang all propriety,
All the girls bOnnes hang the shoulder.
Never rheumatIcs dread.
More and more bare the head,
The danger is naught but an old woIrans story:
Back with your bonnet then,
Spite Of Satire pen,
Fight for the bonnets that hang the shoulder
Come to Lppitts where young Bucks gazing
Come where the cold winds from all quarters blow;
Come from hot rooms where coal fires are blazing,
Come with your foces and heads in a glow.
Natives astounding,
Slow folks confOunding,
1t makes the profile come out much the holder:
We bucks shall many day
Talk of the stupid way
Girls wore their bOnnetS once over the shoulder.
sUNDR1Es.
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