The true Democrat., 1857-04-07

Of OY m one Dflcl hOnf His bearaless chin and rosy cheek
 Were themes of constant praise, The smoothness, freshness, beauty of his face Fit subject of poets lays. They fondled, leased, caressed him
 They said all pretty things, They vow'd they ever would be true. That Cupid had no wings; And he, sweet youth, was cozened by them. As sad experience proves, And vainly, wildly, thought that they Would never cease to love. Bit years rolled on, and up he grew To manhood's fair estate, And rolling years, with altered scenes, Completely changed his fate; Fornow upon that chin so smooth. Soft whity down appears And whity down on cheek and lip Serve to confirm his fears. And day by day itstronger grew, 0'ershadowing all his face, And envious hair, stiff, strong and coarse UsurPed his beauty's place. His rounded chin was wholly lost, His dimples were unseen, The smoothness, freshness, beauty of his face Were gone, fore'er ween. In vain he piled the vengeful steel To check its rapid growth, For frequent shaving only made The cursed matter worse It faster grew as more he shaved, And harder, stiffer, stronger. Till filled with fury, rage and pain, He swore he'd shave no longer. 1o1c, gentle Muse, thy utmost aid A rustic Poet asks, That she may do in fitting strains The duties of her task, Which, once performed, her choiest thanks To thee she will assign, And tongue, and lip, and heart proclaim Thee kindest of the Nine. Ignoring razor, soap and brush, His fertile face gave birth To the widest, reddeSt, rankest beard That ever grew on earth: A pony'Sm horses tail, And any bushy thing, Are striking figures of the beard My untaught pen doth sing. Like Jacobs cattle, ringed and streaked, In many hues it shines, With here white and there black In parti-colored lines: All grades of hue between these two Are represented there, From virgin white to jettest black, That ever colored hair A dappled gray, an iron brown,
 Pale black resembling lead A sickly sorrel. deep-blood bay, And here q flaming red. Unite to chase from face divine Its fading beautys trace And build A nest of tangled hair, Where once was human face. Is that the face whose smoothness once Fair ladies' kisses drew? Are those the cheeks the lips, the chin, That owned peachy hue9 Upon it ladies look no more.
 Nor lay their fairy fingers, Nor to itlress their rosy lips
 For there, no beauty fingers. With upturned nose and curling lips, Tie ruin wild they see, And whisper when they see him coming. hat fools these Lords can be- IT, cane brake grow upon A face that once so fair, And sacrifice sweet woman's love To their desire for hair. 'Tis natural for goat, they say, To let his whiskers grow, A turkey cock to sport beard, foot in length or so: But man to goatish habits given, Is matter of surprise, And copying from turkey-cock! They scarce believe their eyes. But if they cannot trust their eyes, Their nose full soon will show That, like a goat they have beard foot in length or so; For to each breeze that passes by strange perfume is given, And goatish odors, strong and rank, Pollute the winds of Heaven.
 MORAL. Ye gentle youths of tender years, With faces smooth as glass, Now leave off shaving thrice week, For beard will come at last: And, when it comes you'll sure regret The anxious care displayed, For beard comes on just at the time When vouthful beauty fades.