The weekly hawk-eye. [volume] (Burlington, Iowa) 1858-1860, 1859-04-19
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poetic MarJ. have passion
foe The name Of Mary. -
3 Il was beautiful summer morning, and |
he'd raised the window to admit the breeze
from the Aower.decked fields, and itwas not
loag ere perceived the cottage window was
also hoisted, and the sweet little Mary was
sitting busily engaged with her needle.
worked but little that morning. NY eyes
constantly wandered toward the cottage
where little Mary sat, and all sorts ofstrange
fantastic notions whirled Though nv brain,
and began to think felt slight touch Of
what the poets call love, sliding in Ut one cor
ner Of my heart
A few days passed sway, and chance made
me acquainted with Mary Oh! she was a
sweet creature; she had a form that would
have shamed the famous Venus de Medici-
cheek that outHushed the richest peach,
and Q lip that would have tempted bee
from its hive OF frosty morning. thot
as gaxed on her in mute admiration, that
had never looked on one so exquisiteiy beau
tiful She seemed the embodiment Of every
thing lovely and bewitching. Well, time
passed on, and one day Mary expressed q
desire to visit the printing ofhce. Vood,
thought /, "what chance Ill have kiss
there-yes, there, in the midst Of the i'm
plemsnss Of mine art-why shouldn't lf'-
Loveiin printing Office! Oh! there was
something original in that and resolved
to try it at all hazards.
Well, Mary came to the Office and ex-
planned 10 her the use Of various implements
Of the black art-the press, the roller, the ink
and the stands, and the boxes Of the A. b.
C.'s. Ixteek an opportunity to snatch her
pretty white hand she drew it back, knock
ing a stickfnl Of matter into ''pie.
/ must have kiss for that, my pretty one
saidsl, and at it went. managed to get
my arm around her waist, and in struggling
to free herself, she upset galley of editorial
long article on the Oregon Question.
Nothing daunted, l made at her again
This time I was more successful, for OBJ
tanned kiss. BY Saint Paul, it was sweet
one, and the little witch bore it like a martyr;
she never screamed once. But as | raised
mp lips from hers, she raised her delicate
little hand and gave me box on the ears
that made me see more stars than ever were
viewed BY Herschel, through his big tele-
scope. Somewhat nettled, and my cheek,
smarting with pain, again seized her waist
and said:
We'll if you don't like it, just let me take
back the kiss
She made desperate struggle, and as she
jerked herself from my arms her foot struck
the ley pot, and over it went Another
galley Of editorial was sprinkled over the
floor, and in her efforts to reach the door, her
foot slipped and she fell, and in her efforts
to sustain herself her hand-her lily, white
.Asl. L. 4 Al,
tact with my ears-Ohl horrible was
stuck up to the elbow in ink Shades of
Franklin She slowly drew it from the keg,
dripping with ink and asked what use
make Of that tar began to be seriously
alarmed, and apologised in the best manner
/ could; and to my surprise she seemed to
more pleased than angry but there was a
lurking devil in her eye that told me that
there was mischief aaoat. AS STOOD sur
veying the black covering Of her hand,
scarcely able to suppress a laugh at the
strange metamorphosis, she quickly raised
it on high and brought it down Kerslap upon
my cheek Before could recover my SUR
prise the same little hand had again de-
scended, and left its inky imprint on my
other cheek.
Why, Nary l exclaimed what are you
about2
Il think you told me you rolled ink on the
face of the FORM she replied with a loud
laugh, and again her hand lit upon meta
king me a broad slap in the middle of my
countenance, most wonderfully bedaubing
my eyes. With light step and merry
peeiof laughter, she skipped through the door
She turned back when beyond my reach,
ahd her roguish face peering through the
door way, shouted:
4 say Charley, chat kind Of roller does
my hand makeY
oh, said |, you take too much ink
'Ha ha! she laughed, well, good bye,
Charley that's my impression
Invent to the glass and surveyed myself
for q moment, and l verify believe that l
could have passed for Guinea niger,
without the slightest difficulty. And So
said to myself, this is love in printing
Office The devil fly away with such love-
The next morning. when the editor came
to the Office, l rather calculate he found
things q little topsy turyy. However that
made no difference to me, for l had mizzled
before daylight. ! bore the marks of that
scene many day, and now, whenever see
lady entering a printing Office, think of
little Mary, and keep my eye on the ink