Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1860-09-27
Written for the Yorkvtlle Enquirer.
MY COUSIN.
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MY COUSIN.
BY RUBY.
Oh there she sat on m ottoman,
While the smoke from my merschaun rose
And over her dress it sttalthily ran,
Till it slyly crept in her nose.
SAW her marble white brows contract,
And the water stood in her eyes,
And saw her dear nose-'tis a fact,
To n forty five angle rise.
And saw her ruoy lips rpeth disclose,
Like pearls from the orient seas.
While sound, half stifed cough arose,
And it seemed very much like sneeze
Now I'll tell you what she thereupon did,
Yes, this beautiful young female,
With brown eyes meath the dark lashes hid,
And brow like the lily leaves pale.
Each eye flashed FIRE from under its lid,
AS with force that nothing could hinder,
She took that merschaum pipe, yes she did,
And threw it far out of the ,vinder.
Yes, to use the words of a distinguished
writer, that pipe was no whar;;' and think
ing over the occurrence now, when year!
have passed away and time has softenec
the hard feelings then occasioued, be-
lieve she acted rightly; for, to say the leas
of it, it was rather iDdecorous to be smo
king my pipe in the parlor and filling the
curtains with an enduring reminiscence o.
the performance, not to mention that it was
done in the presence of a female, and that
female my very delicate and refined cou
sin !; and that it caused sternutatory per-
formance on the part of that cousin. You
really should have seen my cousin as she
sat there, half:recliuing on that low velvet
covered ottoman by an open window, hall
hidden in the folds of the dropping cur.
taius, whose lace and rose. e.colored silk made
a beautiful drapery for the picture. The
breeze, laden with rich perfumes from the
vines through which it passed, played a.
mong the rich tresses of her raven hair, and
lifted them from low brow where it seem.
ed as if wreaths of lilies might have left
their whiteness. Like an eDraptured ar,
lists fervid representation of some beauti.
full Sultaua, 'the Queen of the Harem,' or
'the Light of the World or 'the Necklace
of Pears;' or, as the fairy-like visions seen
in some inspired poets beautiful dreams,
was my lovely cousin, and by Jupiter, she
knew it. That was the old Nick of it, she
knew it. Great Moses, I worshipped her
I believe l reverenced even her dainty lit.
tie impudent slipper As for her glove,
St. Bartholomew boly dermis was nothing
compared to that little piece of rat skin
Well, we grew up together and she re.
ceived all my attentions in the most gra.
cious manner, and listened with ready
ear to all my griefs and joys, the story Of
which I was ever ready to relate to her ;
and she made me her con6dant in small
way and seemed pleased to have me with
her at all times, Il then thought so) and iu
fact, to tell the truth, believed that my
alteration was repaid by her love, and was
a very happy young man. You know the
old thing, when ignorance is bliss and so
on
Well, there was nice young man with
black whiskers ( I had no sign of beard)
who used to dance with my cousin some.
times, and she seemed to like him very
much, and so did I, for he was fine, frank
open-hearted fellow, full of life and always
trying to make everybody pleased with
and him, and generally succeed
ing. My cousin and he became better and
better friends; rode often together, walked
further together, sat up later together. All
this time, in the honesty of my heart, I sus-
pected nothing. At last the denouemeat
came. One sweet summer evening $50 l
then thought; now it seems like stormy
winter night) my beautiful cousin asked
where I had been all the week. I told her
that I had been trying to adorn my own
home, and beautify it for the reception of
my bride. 'And who is the favored lady,
Rube, upon whom you have deigned to
throw yourself away?' said my cousin
For whom could I be preparing but for my
snul's uneen the lioht of nv heart nv own