The Tiffin tribune. [volume] (Tiffin, Ohio) 1848-1859, 1859-02-11
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Hail to thy returning festival, old
Bishop Valentinel Great is thy name in
the rubiic. thou ,,anornhla Aioi 49,.
Iiymenl Immortal Go-between; who and
what manner Of person art thou? Art
thou but name, typifying the restless
principle which impels poor humans to
seek perfection in union? or vert thou in
deed mortal prelate, with thy uppet
aud thy rochet, thy apron on, and decent
lawn sleeves? Mysterious personagel-
like unto thee, assuredly there is no 9TH
er mitred father in the calender; not Je-
rome, nor Ambrose, nor Cyril; nor the
consigner Of undopt infants TO eternal tor
menls, Austin, whom all mothers hate;
nor he who hated all mothers, Origen;
nor Bishop Bull, nor Archbishop Parker,
nor Whitgift. Thou comest attended
with thousands and ten thousands of lit.
lie Loves, and the air is
Brushed with the hies Of rustlng winds,
Singing Cupds are thy choristers and
thy precentors; and instead Of the crosier
the mystical arrow is borne before thee.
In other words, this is the day on
which those charming little missives.
Yclept Valentines. cross and intercross
each other al every street and turning
The weary and all forspent two penny
postman sinks beneath a load of delicate
embarrassments, not his own. 1t is
scarcely credible to what an extent this
ephemeral courtship is carried on in this
loving town, To the great enrichment OF
porters, and detriment Of knockers and
bell-wires. In these little visual interpre-
tations, no emblem is SO common as the
heart-that little three cornered expo
nent of all our hopes and fears, ,--the be-
stuck and bleeding heart; it is twisted
and tortured into more ailegories and af-
fections than an opera hat. What au-
thoritY we have in history or my thology
for placing the head quarters and me,
tropolis af God Cupid in this anatomical
seat rather than in any other, is not very
clear; but we have got it, and it will
serve as we'll as any other. Else we
might easily imagine, upon some other
system which might have prevailed fol
anything which our pathology knows to
the contrary. a lover addressing his mis-
tress. in perfect simplicity of feeling,
MADAM, my liver aud fortune are entire
ly at your disposal" or putting deli
cate question, Amanda, have you a
midri6 to bestoW? But custom has set
tied these things, and awarded the seat o.
sentiment to the aforesaid triangle, whilt
its less fortunate neighbors wait at ami
NAL aud anatomical distance.
Not many sounds in life, and l include
all urban ana rural sounds. exceed in in,
terest a knock at tbe door. IL "gives q
very echo to lhs throne where hope is seat
ed" But its issues seldom answer to
this oracle within. II is so seldom that
just the person we want to SEQ comes. -
But Of all the clamorous visitRtions the
welcomest in expectation is the sound
that usher 10 Valentine. AS the raven
himself WAS hoarse that announced the
fatal entrance VI Duncan. so the knock OF
postman on this day is light, airy, conf
dent, and be fitting one that bringetb
good tidings II is less mechanical than
on other days; you will say, THAT is no'
the post am sure" Visions oe -9oVe'
cf Cupids, Of Hymensi-dellRasiul e'er-
nal eommon-places, " NJ y" .ohn., naJ'Ls Y Oeen
Wil nwAys tSsn write away; having vour
scnoo..Iib .'.sible throne ID the fancy and atEec.