The Trinity journal., 1856-12-27
Love Cured by Vegetable Application.


RIDGEvHLE, Dec 20, 1856.
Editors Journal How often do we meet with
strange things strange places, which the world
knows nothing. This am determined shall not
be the fate of little incident that occurred last
night
| stepped into the store of I" Morris" at about
eleven o'clock, last night, and found seated a.
round his recking hot stove, three gentlemen,
named, respectively, Ned, Hutch and Morris
Iapproachcd them with the ton-"Herc
you sit three despondent old bachelors broodng
over the wrctchcdncss of your loneliness Why
hav'nt you like me, been out sentimentaizng
with lovely adorable woman
Ned took me up in my banter, by observing,
" it's all very fine Mr. Ferguson but if your sem
timcntality had ever received the damper mine
once did, you would be glad to be forever excused
from again performing on that stage" We all
Joined in the request that Ned should tell the sto-
ry of his being cured of his fondncss for the fair
seS He consented, and with pcrceptable reluc-
tance, commenced
1t was when was young and gay, when my
heart had just attained to loving maturity. was
about twenty or twenty one years old. dressed
fine, had plenty of loose change, and thought the
ultmatum of mans earthly aspirations was the
obtanment of pretty young wife, regardless of
the adaptability Of his pecuniary circumstances
4" About this time there moved into our neigh
borhood Squire White. lie had a pretty daugh-
ter, named Olivia, upon whose cheek hung, as a
perpetual smile, the rich bloom of sixteen happy
summers. In form, she was perfect model offe-
male loveliness. Her eyes were like orbs of the
sky's own blue, floating in bowls of molten pearl
gifted with the utmost vivacity of imagination
She was very fluent and aflable in conversation
which well fitted her for riveting the attention of
the most careless observer.
Il soon found that if wanted her, which I
certainly did mnst make quick work of it, I
had been to sec her twice each time better pleas
ed than before. The third time went, every
thing was favorable to my purpose She was a.
Zone, that is with the exception of the family
We were soon left alone in the room where we
had supped. 1t being cold autumn evening we
drew our chairs NJ to the side of the cooking
stove. she reached over to where they lay con-
''hioH't "uu tooh up lWO hHc. large sweet pOta- |
toes, and placed them in the baking department
of the stove. This, you may think, was a strange
prelude to loye-making, but it was not, for at
that time nothing was more fashionable than to
socially draw stool and skin tatcr
80 She did this with such naivete that felt sure
of my ground. My heart soon became caul- |
dron of boiling love. / took her hand in mine
oil 4, r;et
perfectly transported in all my life. l became
totally lost in misty maze of indescribable emo
tion. became eloquent Oh Miss Olive, / cx-
claimed, OF what perfect joys must two hearts
taste that become happily blended in one. How
happy must that man be who finds some lovely lass
willing to become to him little world and he
be to her a world in turn How happily must
they glide adown the current of time, like chill |
tren gamboling amidst the scenes of their merry
play ground, without a sorrow to ruifle the smooth
current of their thoughts. And after drinking
to repleton of the sweet pleasures of which such
p life is made up, they enter upon the mysteries
of the unknown future, and go hand in hand to
3 thread the gem-paved paths of Paradise and rest
beneath the shade of the empowering groves, and
Eceruliun brooks of that happy land, and at last
to hear their welcome home sung forth by wait
ing angels. Oh would it not ,1y OHva be a
heareniy consummation of a bliss begun on earth
" How do you think she received my speech
Cores, asked Ned
Why replied, that's easily told. She just all |
nncercmoniously, dropped her head upon your
BOSOM pressed your hand ever so gently, indlca-
tive of the retention of her Imagination from the
heights whittier your fervid eloquence had caused
II to soar, softly sighed, and in tones, mellow as
moonlight music, said, indeed, indeed it would"
tk . No-sir-ec, she didn't" says Ned " She jump
ed from my side as soon as | ceased speaking. and
exclaimed. in tones as cold as ice in July. " Oh,
shuckS, Tue burnt ma taters -
9 was thunderstruck sprang to my feet, my
paads close pressed upon my brow, but looked
pot at her. instinctivey grasped my hat. and
Fnsheq! from the house without uttcrng a good
pight"
4 had aitained distance of some hundred
yards from the house. and found myself mutter-
jug, Can it, can it be, so much lOveliness of form
50 beautiful an exterior, SO much Pathos Of utter
Gnce. and yet no enthusiasm, no poetry of soul 4?
oh, b ow much was deceived. From that day 10
this have never knelt at beapty's shrne.D
While Ned related this, his sorrowing story.
there was no tear present in bis eye to tell the an
gush that memory was infcting upon his soul. /
But the remembrance Of the INCIDENT clothed his !
utterance with that tone which but too truly tells
of o heart that Eeeps in secret.
I took my departure for my domicil in mood |
quite medtative. As | walked slowly along, |
detected myself ntterng that ejaculation, SO
fraught with sympathy, poor, poor fellow.
+ YOU will readily beeFe that Neds story deep
ly affected me, when tell you that |. myself have
been thrice the victim of gnTcquited love.
Hoping you will sympathise with Ned and my
self, fremain, yours, respectfully, ConREs.