Delaware gazette. [volume] (Delaware, Ohio) 1855-1886, 1859-11-25
WRITTEN FOR DELAWARE GAZETTE.
CLYDE PAPERS, NO. VIII.
In Which Mr. Timmins Proves the FaIlaay Of
HLY HOPES.
BY KITTY CLYDE's SISTER.

That poor old bach AS the thin ha
waves above his temples, as the wrinkle
come one by one upon his faded cheeks, an
that terrible ache-acbe-ache into his fe
scattered moiars, how he must sigh for som
gentle hand to sooth the care-stricken brow
for pair of sweet red lips to bring fresh Iii
into his whitening face, and for the fair owne
of that hand and those lips to drop upon
bit Of cotton, some " anodyne which wi
surely cure q that dreadful sconrge," and the
sing him to sleep! How few such comfort
would rejuvenate the old fellow.
Speaking of kissing. l wonder who first in
vented it? Whether Adam and Eve practic
ed it, remains matter of speculation, thoug
it's my private opinion that on moonIigh
evenings out under the trees they used +
amuse themselves in that way. am strength
ened in that belief from the fact that nobod
else was around. The first record that cal
find, after dillgent search is this, which show
it TO be of ancient and highly reputable origin
" And Jacob kissed Rachel" bit it seems tc
have had bad effect upon him, for immedi
ately afterward he " lifted up his voice anc
wept wonder whether Rachel didn't kis
him back, or whether she bit him or what
most likely she boxed his ears as their acquain
tance had been somewhat brief; further on VIZ
read that when any man came nigh unto
Absalom to do him obeisance, that he took
him and kissed him "a fearful waste of the
raw MATERIAL Howbeit by it " he stole the
hearts of the children of Israel"
A good many people like it $50 I've been
told and divers and sundry attempts have
been made to describe it and the effects festlt-
ing therefrom, but they hardly attain to the
heighth of the reality. l overheard one once
when in the cars going through covered
bridge, and seems to me it went something like
this o-os-p!
Now, what there is peculiarly exhilarating
| in that, for the life of me can't discover
The poets seem to be very much exercised
on the subject. Somebody says it's
q Balmy seal of soft affection,
Tenderest pledge of future bliss,
Dearest tie of young connexion-"
fhe fourth line ends with kiss rhyming
with " bliss 10 fact as well as verse;
See how staid Mr. Dryden took it:
g felt the while pleasing kind of smart,
The kiss went tingling to my heart
When it was gone, the sense of it did STAY
The sweetness cling'd upon my lips all day"
Byron, nrpghty, wicked man, wished that
" Womankind had but one rosy mouth.
So could kiss them all from North to South
Ii he thought he'd be so fond of all our
mouths resolved iuto a magnificent whole
Wonder how he'd fancy all our lily hands
doubled into one handsome fist?
/ have quite wandered away Fl ON the sub
ject, who, you understand belongs to class of
' lone, lorn creeturs with whom everything
goes contrairy," though poor Mrs Gum
midge, when she uttered that memorable re-
mark hardly thought of old bachelors who,
poor things, ought TO have something done for
them, not exactly in a missionary way; per-
haps @ Mite Society" might relieve them as
much as anything.
Kitty furnished you, last week, with an sex
periencc," and here is another from that same
inexhaustible port-folio.
oh. that my life would end Won't the
fates have pity? Some morning when going
TO take my bittefs would that could mistake
and swallow laudanum instead-wish the
doctor had given he strychnine rather than
that miserable Dovers' powder which he said
would put me to sleep, but which didn't =
And yet dare not be suicide, am afraid
of God. Wish that l had been John Brown
who swung off SO beautifully ont of this
wretched, deceiving world 1t would be glo-
rious to die thus, with an admiring universe
contemplating fne resigned to my fate and
looking forward TO blssfu state of being,
where at last my woes sLal end, and in which
l am happily assured by an eminent divine
that no woman shall enter. Thank propitious
destiny that there is one place where they are
not allowed to penetrate with their wicked
wiles and insidious charms. Here 1 take
glass of brandy and water while penning yet
another sketch where am both the Hero and
Victim.
while yet ia fife's morning | met one
whom | recognized as my kindred spirit
Our tastes and sympathies were in common
what l loved that she loved too. We sung,
we read books together ; OF, did some ingen-
ious female handcraft occupy her fingers, en-
tertained her with quaint stories of the olden
time, with poetry treating chiefly of the ten
der passion, with now and then sprinkling of
politics, in the latter however she was not par
ticolarly interested for there was not particle
of The strong-minded about her, but she was
thoro1y feminine in heart and intellect. Well |
do remember the evening she promised to be
mine; although now a sworn enemy to the
whole sex, cannot recall that affecting scene |
without involuntary flow of tears.
1t was in June; roses we're blooming and
the air was heavy with the sweet odors birds |
were perched in their quiet nests in the trees
overhead; the moonbeams streamed aslant /
through the branches and bathed in silver ra-
6fehce the smooth hag-stones of the garden
walk, and long, deep shadows lay on the
green sward. How l loved the moonlight |
once; it used to rest my heart, now it gives
me an aching sensation in that organ. We
sat in the arbor on seat checkered with the
reflection of the lattice work and gave my love
as shG nestled at my side, the effect of subdued
plaid.
Her dear little hand lay within tempting
proximity, took it up; how soft and warm ii
was ia my broad palm. l caught it hastily to
my bps and bestowed upon the fingers one,
two kisses and was about TO perpetrate
a third when she drew it gently away leaving
my mouth in a somewhat peculiar attitude.
You must not do So it is very naughty
al could not help it, my dear Kate, you
should never censure one except for Intentional
WRONG"
Then she kindly endeavored TO divert my
attention to indifferent objects. but the moon
light was so beautiful, those blue eyes shone like
stars and the golden hair fell in cloud. upon I
her shoulders, the cheek, so near to mine glow
ed with her minds clear thought. My soul
was fall, oh, my bad an angel descended
from the snowy cloud above and famed me
with her white wing, eoul6 not have bowed
in deeper delight than to the lovely woman at
my side. [Aint he hi-falutn
Before / was fully conscious of if, was
breathing in her ear the sweet story of my
life-hope and promising to die for her if she
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