Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, Va. [W. Va.]) 1852-1859, 1855-11-02
w. B. q. on kissing.

We repubEsh with pleasure, from the Home
Journal, the following structures of our esteemed
correspondent w. B. B. on the intensely interest.
ing subject of kissing. Whatever may he our I'M
pusive proclvities toward an indulgence in one of
the universally admitted luxurirs of life which we
are sortyto say has been brought into great disre
pue by the new doctrine of 'passionaI attraction
Ia doctrine which we should oppose, if fer no
other reason, forthetendency which it would have
to deprecae the value of kissing and render it
longer Iuxury-we cannotwit auy show OF con-
sistency argue against the conclusions Of judge
ment SO mature as that of our correspondent, and
we must needs commend his Article to the perusal
OF our young readers and the kissing community
generally.
As he has disposed of Tennyson's passionate
figure, we should Itketo have his dissection ofthe
following passage from Alexander Smith:
My did you love me, violet -
Smiles on the earth. and the sxabsIsnt earth
Returns the smc III tiowers-'tWas $" with me:
I love thee fountain leaps 10 light
can do nothing else.
And Jet again; never fell on my car
Sucn drops Of music.
Violet Alas ypoOr words are weak;
To dravv The inFois aud The boarded pearls
From out the ueasureIcayerns Ofrny heart.
Poor " alert [Hisss' him.
IVa.tsr. Gods ! could out.A nthoEy
AnIhUuy! This nlomeRt could scatter
Kingdoms like halIpemce. am drunk withjOy.
This is 4 royal hOuT-the top of lie.
HeEcsiOTth my path slopes downward 10 the grave
All's dross but love. Tie largest Son OF Time,
Who wandered singing through the listening world,
That crossed the bosom OF lonely lake
a thousand years ago. My Heauttlul !
would give thy cheek for all his songs
Thy kiss all his lame Why do you weep?
Violet. To think that we, SO happy now, must die.
Walter. That thought hangs like cold and glimy snail
On the rich OF Iove-shake it away
Give me another kiss, and wiIl!ake
Death al d1ins leap; The night is fair
The midnight vi thy tresses, let them float
Around us both. How the freed riuslsts rel
Down 10 the dewey grass Here lean thy head,
aud you will ree my heart :eap 'gaiust my chseki
lnprisOm NE with those white a. ms OF thine.
SO so sweet upturme6 iacel Kisses her.l II God
Told you to night He'd grant your dearest WISH
What would 1t be7
Violet. That ue would lie, you grow
To your ambitions height. What would be yours
Walter. greater boon than Satah's forfeit lhIOHe
Th't he would keep US beautiful ana young
Forever, as to right Oh could live
Unwearscd III thy beauty, till the
Grows dim and wrinkled as All old mans lace.
Our cheeks close, our brcaths mix like our souls
We Ito not detach the passage as TO mor in
any way the meaning of the author. Such things
as the above, at the present day, are called very
fine poetry. We have humble opinion, howev-
er that is somewhat at variance with this notion;
nut we should he glad 10 have our friend W. B.
b. IS analysis of the aboye as 10 their relative pro
portions OF the purely IDEAL and the anti-poetic
elements of which he speaks.
One of the prettrest things we ever read about
kissing is the following fro Shelley, which, at The
risk of inserting something antagonistic to our
respondent. as well as 10 the fraternity of Bach
eors, we copy!
The fountains mingIe with the river,
And the rivers with tine Oceauj
The winds Of heaven mix lOteyer
with u sweet emotion.
Nothing in the worlds single;
all things by law divine
III OUC 8nOtLeT'S being mingle-
Why not with thine
See the mountains kiss high heaven,
And the waves Clasp one another;
No sister flower would ne forgiven
II it disd1ned its brother:
And The sunlight clasps the earth
And the mOOMbeanS kiss the sea;
What are all these k'ssings worth