Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1858-11-03

thouchts-she flies to the nearest book store,
buys ream of fools-cap, and box OF pens,
then straightway seats herself in her bower,
(which is often literary room with an un-
made bed in it) and proceeds to tell "the moon"
or "the breeze" that her heart is sad" or
cher spirit dsconsolate," and winds up with
something like this:
Come back to mo, and III forgive
The shadow thou hast cast,
Upon the heart that loved thee we'll
Forgot will be the past.
Which piece Of nonsense not only keeps away
Theodore, "the false one," but effectually keeps
a,eay every body else; for what sensible young
man cares to address maiden who is mourn
ing lost lover? 1t is astonishing too how
"gay" these broken-hearted ones contrive to be
in order to deceire the a0orld, as if tie 'Oorla
cared anything about the matter. On every
occasion we hear them say
The world shall never know my woes,
Or gaze upon my deep despair,
Ill shine amid the festive throng, y
And mid the gay, bc gayest there.
A deal of trouble they put themselves to, to be
sure, for matter Of such small Importance, es.
pecially when they take so much pains to let
the same world know that it has been deceived,
and tell it that while they were slniling and
testing with the mrthful, "Theodore's" image
was with them, and their hearts were breaking
with hopeless love.
1t is astonishing too the amount OF pork
which these :broken hearted ones" consume.
I have seen many one who told five thousand
readers" weekly that she was "dying of love"
and yet, strange to say, have never yet found
one who lived so entirely on love, or poetry as
to lose her appetite II the "dear readers"
could see the dinners which these fair ones daily
consume, the veil Of romance would be rudely
torn away, and not one Of them would be un-
easy about the health of these sighing Ara
mintas.
A reformation is needed. Tile world is tired
of "Come back, false one,"-"M My heart is bro
kcn"-"I love thee yet" and all such stuff,
with which cnlancipated schoolgirls, and TO-
mantle spinsters, who have looked in vain for
the individual in search of dauglltern-laW,
for his mother addle tile brains of silly maid
ems, and disgust elderly persons who have out
lived the age Of romance.
Poetry is high, and noble gift, and has its
uses-it was given us 10 Lcautity the common
incidents Of lile-to purify our souls-to develop
our kindly emotions, and make us wiser, and
better sst sllsesaaP PeghslsS s@haRaesscss By
everv simpleton who has an ambition to shine
in "the Poets corner" it ceases to be regarded
in its really divine light and becomes theme
for ridculc.
Now, my dear littlerhym crs, love Earnest, or
Tomne, as much as you please, and tell him
of it occasionally- through the papers if you
will,-but not erry psek. Do give us now and
then dish of something more palateable-wc
surfeit on swcetmcats, when set before US al
ways. Remember that variety is the spice Of
life; and if your muse does not inspire you on
any high and noble theme, grind out of your
hand-organ-I beg your pardon-your Ha'p,-
a stanza to your canary, or i sonnet to your
pet kitten. IT will be relief, for almost any
sort of change is better than continued mono
tony.
AuouSto On