Smyrna times., 1858-05-06
A LO V E S L o r Y
" Annie of Tharaw."

Translated from the German, BY cuAs. GRoBE.
"Annie, sweet Annie. my true love of DID,
She is my lIie my goJds' and my gold
Simon Dach. born in Memel. in the year 1905,
was sent-by his father to the far-famed school
Of Mad dgeburg and Wittenburg to prepare for
the University of Kon ;gsburg, whittier be should
afterwards repair to complete his studies. To
Madgeburg he went, scarcely nineteen years of
age The lank student, dressed after the fash
ion of the travelling scholars, walked grandly
about with his short black coat and ample puffed
sleeves, and his black velvet cap set jauntily
aside on his blonde head. Many tender CLAN
ces and soft eyes stole after him, as he tripped
along, humming his gay tunes; softer, sweeter
voice, one could not hear than his. Simon
Dach touched the lutte too with skiful hand
this art he had learned from the mother when
in the evening hours, within the circle of his
young companions, he played and sang his sweet
melodies, there were no sleepy listeners, and Of
praise and astonishment no end.
Just opposite his dwelling was the house of
a wealthy baker. In the lower room, near the
door, stood table with a sliding window above
it, upon this table were spread out large loaves
of bread, rolls, and over the door hung mon
strOus cake-the we'll known bakers sign.-
When any one wished to buy he must knock at
the window. This bakers shop enjoyed most
extraordinary patronage. Every hour in the
day one could see them standing about the win
dows, can you guess why! did The baking of
good Master Valentin so far excel that of the
others of his craft ! were the rolls larger! the
loaves sweeter his -four finer! Nothing of
the kind! A second window explained the
enigma. There sat, half concealed behind
mignonnette and wall flower, Annie, the bakers
beautiful and only daughter. The little red
cap could not conceal the waves Of rick black
hair the eyes glowed under their long veil of
lashes, and the full luxuriant form in its close
ly fitting dress, she carried so proudly that
every one must notice her. The old man was
fOOlishly proud of his pretty daughter. Many
sutors had sighed and sued for her hand, but
he refused them all he thought her worthy of
u knight or noble, and counted over the gold
AOrins he could give with her. From the hour
the young student first saw the beautiful girl,
gone were his light heart and his peace of mind /;
his lutte gave forth only sad and mournful melo-
dies. Every morning he occupied as long a
time as possible with the baker, bargaining for
his roll, watching all the time the other window
where Annie sat- 1t was sometime before he
discovered lhat the baker only gave stone-hard
bread, Notwithstanding which he still patron
ised him. 1t often happened, too, in these love
frances, that he knocked at the wrong window;
then Annie would smile mischievously at MIN.
10 such strait be would forget altogether TO
buy his breakfast and supper roll, aud go away
with full heart and empty stomach.
At last, encouraged by her friendly smiles
and mods, Simon ventured 10 throw his heart
longings into the form of a tender epistle, which
he managed to slip into her window through
the mignonnette. Bat the beautiful Annie could
not read, and his letter remained unanswered.
Her silence increased his misery ten-fold. al
last spring came. and his love bloomed into
nowers. He wrote his first soug--an earnest
love song. The first lines ran thus:
Annie. sweet Annie. ruy true love of old,
She IN my life, andmy goods. and my gobi!'
This song be sang on fair May evening,
when all nature was love poem, at the cham