Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1856-12-10
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MYRTLEs 0LD-FAsHI0NED NOTIONS ABOUT


Who is MYRTLE 2" "Some old maid I'll
warrant" says br:ght-eyed lassie impciuous'yi
.'what does she know about love, wondcr.' Sott-
Is, softly, now, wait and you will see. Are al old
maids obliged to have old hearts,, and oss!fea ones
20 boot? MYRTLE is very loving name f'r an old
maid fur MYRTLE means lore you know: and Just
want to define my name in this my lirs appearance
On any stage, aud hope to CRAFTY you all. lis a
little word to cause so many hcart-aches and head
aches, rapture and misery, bliss and despair. May
BE my notions are somewhat ancient, but then you
know al old people have their out-of the-way Ideas
and little whimsicaIi;ics, particularly old maids; so
lust listen awhile TO your old Aunt MYRTLE, and
she will try not to be very tedious. Eve no pa
lirnce with the lovc-sick trash and hislI.fnwn SEN
t:menaIity, with which he library Of every flshon-
able young lady is lined at the present day; and
take aunt MYarLEs word for it, ~ onc"f The rose
tinted fancics and beautiful ileatics you meet with
there, are realized in this eomnO" place. 90 a.
head, humdrum world oi ours. 'Ts all stuff and
NONSENSE and always had quite an cxl'ectrizng Ell
feet upon your plain old Aunty, and Id have none
IF it il were a girl And tbs it is that has given
me wholesale disgust for all the undermined modes
If love-.making; as nearly every cours ship nova
DAYS seems to consist chiefly Of moonlight walks.
and moonlight talks, and moonlight poe,izipg, and
moonlight, romancing and it generally turns out to
be all moonsLne in the end like the youthful lov-
er's brains or the moons,ruck notions OF his nam-
nraa. Don't lruwn up your pretty lorehe:lds, they
will bc wrinkcl soon enough never meet old Time
with his pough>harc half ,'ay. What say is all
truth, but do not mean the universal truth. 'Tis
pot /, uc Of every onc-God forbid that it should be-
do not believe because solc hearts are false there
are none that aro true. Nor would |, FOR worlds,
breathe aught against the pure holy emotion Of
a!l the hearts sunshine. 1t makes bright earth
still brighter the sky bluer, every dancing rirpng
s,rcamrt 10 echo back the heart music that is thrill
ling, with its glad lowbr. athng melody, every chord
Of our hearts. '1Ts the one bright flower Of Ad-
ANS Paradise upon which the serpent has left no
trail The one glowing ray Of Eden-light, left to
gladden. weary desert world censure only
moonshine love, that will cvaporate Immediately in
the pure sun-glow Of trulh-a love that uttels
words, meaningless in themselves perchance, but
which when poured into the willing ear of some
gueless g, bring the darkness and gloom of un-
requietrd love to cloud her hearts sunshine forever.
And now say man be~are! God made that
young heart. IIc alone knows each secret spring
lie alone can tune it's thousand varying chords into
glorious harmony. Beware then! oh. beware o.
turning its glad music into unbroken changelcss
drge for departed joys and wasted love; thus Civ
ing God buck for the perfect one He formed,
broken, tuneless, wornout instrument, whose voice.
less melody you have SO idly frittercd away! Now
you'll think Tue been disappointed in love. Well,
think as you please, but recoect, hopeless love, like
hopeless grief, is passionies, if lve sorrowed as
enc without hope, It's now, and trusngin God,
feel that sorrow endure,h night, but joy COM
eth in the morning" So goodbye, Till we meet
again. MYRTLE.