The Tipton advertiser. [volume] (Tipton, Cedar Co., Iowa) 1856-1962, 1857-07-11
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full Rock Greek. The silver beams Of Lu-
na, which struggled down through the
branches Of the trees, revealcd-a scene of
transcendental beauty. Upon an ancient
stump which had braved the tcmpcsts of
an hundred winters, sitting in an attitude
OF graceful repose, was an angelifcrous
maiden Just bloomed out into sunny wo-
manhood. She was radiantly and peer
lessly beautiful Webster hides his in.
glorious head in the dust in the vain at
tempt to furnish words descriptive other
loveiiness. i
Graceful AZ duck, wild as hawk, pen
sive as setting hen, with her rich curls
Of tow-colored gold streaming over her
shoulders to the ground, like some bright
swamp angel - she sat, while the moon
beams rested like halo upon her elegant
head. Sorrow, and the mullen stalks
which grew around her, cast deep shad-
ows over her unrivaled countenance, and
the night wind. as it kisses her magnif-
icent cheek, bore to her delighted olfac-
tories the fragrant breath of elderblows.
Her knitting work lay idle in her lap
Her eyes which shamed the lightning
bugs, were bcpoolzed with diamond tears.
She was listening with an air of sorrow
full distraction to the passionate p!eadings
Of noble youth who knelt at her feet.
Never moonlight fell on more glorious
intellectual countenancc than that up
turned to the maiden's enamored gaze.
Never yealded mother earth finer form
than that which pressed the dandelion
bank At Scraphina's feet His features
we're such as Nebuchadnezzar or Appollo
might have envied.
His dark, piercing eyes were like the
waters Of his own Rock Creek for depth
aud clearness, and were brilliant mirrors
in which the truth and veracity of his
god-like soul were reflected. From his
brow Of vast and ponderous proportions,
the sympathixing breeze swept back long
hyacinthine locks, whose hue in the shade
was deep raven blackncss, but when the
light fill upon it, it resembled muddy
pool when the sun beams strike it aslant
His hands were clasped in an attitude
Of despair. He spoke, and his tones were
deep and mournful as a chant at the fu-
neral Of a martyred bull-frog at Rock
Creek dam. 80, fairy queen Of heaven
pure dove Of tha moonshiny sky. Trans
lucent light of my benighted eyes! Cher
ished aud belos ed Of my hearts core
How canst thou doubt my leve2 Dost
thou doubt that the cabbage loves the ge-
nial? Dost thou doubt that the chicken
loves the dough-dishy Then doubt my
love for thee! All! love is but feeble
word to express the passion that consumes
my vitals. Be mine, adorable one, else
| die"
"Rudolphus," she murmured, "it can
not be. The mandate of my vengetu
father and the decree of fate must be obey
cd, and her voice was as melodious a,
the tinkle of fractured COW bells, far ava,
down the Scipio road and low and sad a.
the last moan Of dying pollywog. "Tall
not of the obedience, thou beautiful an,
cruel one p he yelled, in voice ofspeech
less agony. 30, canst thou sit in tn,
cold majesty, like frozen sausage, ant
see my aching heart going to smash be
fore thine eyes, for mistaken sense o
dusyg
"See," said he as his voice died ava
to SD wall, like yowl Of a broke
backed mastitf, and he dashed from tn
mullen leaves near him a drop of pearl
dew. "See, Night herself weeps wit
me and mourns the cruelty
The maiden appalled, at the sight oehi
anguish. The crimson tide which dye
her cheek like red hollyhock, cut site
and left it whittier than cotton pillow
case. She arose from her seat, dazzlin
10 her rcsplendent beauty as bright ii
milk-pan when the midday beams of th
.. glorious sun are pourd full upon it, an
captivating in her shadowy grace as ye
low lily, floating upon the limpid wate
Of dry goose pond She spoke, and II
: stars Of night stood still, the wind cease
to moan among the leaves, and the fro:
were silent to listen. "Rudolphus, b
= . loved Of my SOUL" she said in vol
. sweetcr than the syrup of New Orloan
"thou knowest that l love thee. n
heart clings to thee as the bean its POI
/, NV heart knows NO music save thy voie
II and my lips no victuals but thy kiss'
Without thee l famish, ] die. But t
picket-fence Of duty surrounds me. 1t
stuck full Of cruel spikes, and | cam
surmount il. A last embrace, my hes
enly one, and We part forever" "Bid1
not depart! he roared, as he clasped
to his breast; II will never leave th'
Forty 'Ieven savage locomotives have \
> the power to tear us from each othe
arms. tell thee, mine angel love, t
thought Of leaving thee rends my SO
maddens me, it makes me rip and ra
:. like frenzied shanghai, it makes me l
low, like distracted bed-bug il ma
= me feei bad, In my desperation wo'
tear up creation by tn: roots! | wo,
!, fog the earthquake! would eat r
q hot pokers. l would drink up the oce'
and then cast myself into the black !
j. surging billows which roll at my feet =
or Seraphina burst into food Of tea
ck Their excessive emotion ovcrcamc the
and they swooncd away.
: Again it was evening upon Rock Crt
again the cold moon looked down ~
at q scene Of excruciating woe. In da
dismal, damp, gloomy, gbostly cas-
Of built OF the unhewn monarchs Of the
est upon ! pile Of hay, lay the angelo
ess Scraphins, the victim of her fathers
ranny. Her linsey-w .olsey robes v
torn and disarranged, her lovely face $
ed and smutty, her silvery curls dish
:. eled, her cornban eyes As red a. cranit
ries and swellcd with weeping; and
all this she looked more beautiful u
!, at ever Nv her sidc stood a fagon Of .,