Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1858-11-20
miscellaneous
Prom tn. Metropolitan Art journal.
WHAT'S IN A NAME.
A HIGH LIFE TRAGEDY.
sr ONE VINO WAS THERE.

sv ONE WHO WAS THERE,
81 III XXI r.r71
Maud was the child Of a Wal. Street Bear,
Old Benjamin Brown, the billionairo,
Who WINS stock upon stock and share upon shar
And Maud vas his-only daughter and heir,
A true republican princess. . HtLF
Last tenth Of June she was Just nineteen,
Delicate, beautiful, bright, serene,
With that halfhaughty, halfindOlent mein,
Which the true good blood %eyinces.
1t was richly worth a poets while
To trudge for many a weary mile
To meet the light of her careless smile
Or for any who wished to see the style
Of the latest promenade dresses.
To be up town Of a pleasant day,
And see Miss MAUD on her gliding way,
When shopping, church, or visits to pay,
Called out the heiress in rich array =
Oh, all vas bright, but subdued display,
From the mantle Of lace and robe JoqHet,
To the CLEAN Of her ebon sresses.
The beggar-boys and the sweeping girls.
Artists and merchants and foreign earls,
Newsboys and dandies and misery churle,
All stare at her jewels and silks and curls,
As she the banner of pride %unfurls,
Which right daintily she carries.
She seemed a kind of wonderful thing,
Angelic, enchanting, 6nd glittering,
With a step like the wave of a Pori's wing,
. Aud q hat three weeks frcm Paris.
These lookerson might easily mark,
nI---. II i..l..l al. 49, a~orb
In the languishing eyes, so warm and dark,
Half hid by their indolent lashes.
But they could forgive both pride and scOrn,
In a fair young girl so regally born
And o .neer is of half its harshness shorn,
From o ~lustrous eye when it flashes.
Her faint halfsmile was cold and swee!
Al Taylor's ice m and her little feet,
With archiug instep, and ankles petite,
Were shod like Gin derilla's.
To her hands her snowy mouchoir cleaves,
Like the silvery film which q spider weaves,
Hung from the points Of the slender leaves
OF a pair Of fragrant lilies.
Benjamin Brown, the Millionaire,
Was a man the city could not well spare;
For, though he was only its biggest bear,
lie had Of its treasures the lions share
II sounded well, both abroad and there,
The name of Brown the Broker.
( But his daughter couldn't abide the name,
She wished some grand cognomen to claim
And when dull Brown to her red lips came.
She secretly feared it would choke her.
Benjamin Brown was q self made man
With pins and needles his sharpness began,
And the thread of his fate rather roughly ran,
Until he hit on an excellent plan
For enlarging bis sphere of action.
He induced his friends their names to lend,
And purchased on time,-and at the end
lie failed and making q dividend,
lis gave himself four ffths to spend, f<
While creditor and c~onGding friend
Gos the remaining fraction.
IL may be this was the origin, LtEt
OF the term done Brown that is, taken in
BY an honest trick, which is not 4 sin,
Though q boor would call it %robbing.
80 Brown did needles and tape ignore,
Ard opened Wholesale dry.goods store,
And failed for o hundred thousand moro,
And-took to WallStreet jobbing.
There he vas quite in his element,
Mid stocks and shares, and cent per cent,
While his fortune grew to such vast extent,
1t was really Titanic.
In whist or 'brag' the gene was still
Sure to be his, and his pockets to fill:
The bulls aud the bears oil envied his skill,
In making a market to suit his will
Did he growl in his den, a SILVER and thrill,
Announced a sudden panic
He grew more pious the more be made,
And the moro he preycd, why, the more he pray
lie gave to religion his honest aid,
And for a magnificent church be paid,
From the lofty tower, to the first stooe laid,
ei Floor. ceiling. pulpit, ard gallery.
Yes, he owed a church and clergyman.
Who preached of a heaven on the opera plan,-
best seats reserved for upper tell -
And whose silvery accents SO subtly ran,
They couldn't offend the most sensitive man,
i For a very handsome salary.
Maud being the heir Of this Millionaire,
And scarcely moro rich than she was fair,
With her ~lustrous eyes, and her raven hair,
OF course, had many a sutton to spare.
Though as yet, not one did suit her.
There was one possession for which she sighed
Which, with all her loveliness. wealth and or
Had been to this poor creature denied
Hence, she valued t.more than all beside.
Including her fathers 'pew.e
She wanted an aristocratie name g
If a lover had down from Venus came,
Wrapped Il in the glory Of loves own flame,
With every grace which a man can claim
IL Smith or Jenkins had been his name,
She'd have ~pitilessly dismissed him.
She had nearly reached her nineteenth year,
When q Mr.. Sutherland We're de We're,
+ q Tie was one of the L, F. We. ] hear).-
Meeting the h%eiress, poured forth in her ear,
The tale of his passion, so deep and sincere,