The Tiffin tribune. [volume] (Tiffin, Ohio) 1848-1859, 1859-02-11


ious--what are your transports when
he happy maiden, opening with careful
finger, careful not to break the emblem
attic seal, bursts upon the sight Of some
well designed ellegory, some type, some
youthful fancy, not without verses
Lovers all,
A madrgal,
or some such device, not over abundant
in sense--youug Love disclaims it,--and
not quite silly-something between wind
aud water, a chorus whore tie sheep
might almost join the shepherd, as they
did, or as l apprehend they did, in Ar.
cadia,
All Valentines are not follish; and /
shall not easily forget thine, my kind
friend (if | may have leave to call you
SOY +. B. E, b. lived opposite a young
maiden whom he had often seen, unseen,
from his parlor window in C--e street.
She was all joyous and innocence, and
just Of an age to enjoy receiving Valon.
tine, and just Of temper 10 bear the
disappointment Of missing Que with good
humor. E. d. is an artist Of no common
powers; IN the fancy parts Of designing,
perhaps inferior to none; his name Is
known at the bottom Of many a well.ex
ecuted vignette in the way Of his profess
sion, but no further; for E. D, is modest
and the world meets nobody halfway
E. B medi!ated how he could repay this
young maiden for many favor which
she had done him unknown; for when n
kindly face greets US, though but passing
by, aud never knows us again, nor we it,
we should feel il as ar obligation; and
e. B. did. This good artist set himself
At work to please the damsel II was
just before Valentines day three years
since. He wrought unseen and unsus.
pected, a wondrous work. We need not
say il was on the finest gilt paper with
bOrders-full, not Of common'hearts and
healtless allegory, bus all the prettiest
stories of love from Ovid, and older poets
than Ovid (for +. B. is scholarly There
was Pyramus and Thisbe, ard be sure
Dido was not forgot. nor Hero and La-
ander, and swans more than sang in Gays
ter, with notices and fanciful devices.
such as bessemed,--a work in short of
magic. Iris dipt the woof. This on
Valentines eve he commended to the all.
swallowing indiscriminate orifce--(0
gnoblc trustl )--of the common posll-
but the humble medium did its duty, and
from his watchful stand, the next morn
ing he saw the cheerful messenger knock
aud by and by tho precious chWge deliy.
cred. He saw, unseen, the happy girl
her Rands, as one after one tic pretty
emblems un coldod themselves. She dane.
vi aUUuC, not with light love, or foolish
expectations, for she had no lover; or, II
she had, none she knew that could have
created those bright images WI ich dc.
lighted her. 1t was more like some fairy
present; a God send, as our familarly
pious ancestors termed a benefit received
where the benefactor was unknown. lt
would do her no harm. It would do her
good for ever after. IL is good TO love
The unknown. l only give this as a spec
linen Of Il. b., and his modest way Of do
ing q concealed kindness.
Good morrow TO my Valentine, sings
poor Opheliai and no better wish, but
with better auspices, we wish TO all faith
full lovers who are not too wise loo despise
DID legends, but are content TO rank
themselves humble diocesans Of old Bish-
op Valentine aud his true church.
Charles Lamb