Cincinnati daily press. [volume] (Cincinnati [Ohio]) 1860-1862, 1860-04-09

The author of PeRdenniS dearly loves TO |
laugh at the divine passion, as It is satirically
called, and it deserves to be laughed at by
less gifted men than he. Thackeray thus
speaks of Love in The VIginians:
Two fish-pools irradiated by pair of stars
would not kindle to greater warmth than did
those elderly orbs into which Harry poured
his gaze. Nevertheless, he plunged into
their blue depths. and fancied he saw heaven
in their calm brightness. So that silly dog
(of whom Esop or the spelling-book used to
tell us in youth) beheld beef-bone in the
pond, and snapped i, and lost the beef-bon,
he was carrying. Oh, absurd cur He saw
the beef-bone in his own mouth reflected in
the treacherous pool, which dimpled, dare
say, with ever SO many smiles, coolly sucked
up the meat, and returned to its usual pla,
cidity. All! what heap of wreck lie be.
meath some Of those quiet surfaces Whai
treasures VIC have dropped into them What
chased golden dishes, what precious jewels OF
love, what bones after bones, and sweetest
hearts flesh Do not some very faithful and
unlucky dogs jump in bodily, when they arc
swallowed up heads and tails entirelyP
When some women come to be dragged, il
! is marvel what will be found in the depthi
of them. Cavete, caned Have u care howyo
| lap that water. What do they want with us,
| the mischievous siren sluts? A green-eyeo
Naiad never rests until she has inveigled 6
| 1ellOW u0ueT luC WuOcl, ohC oihBo dibSl hlm
she dances after him; she winds round him
glittering tortuously; she MARBLES and whis
pers dainty secrets at his cheek; she kisses
his feet, she leers at him from out Of hei
rushes: all her beds sigh out, Come, sweet
youth Hither, hither, rosy Hylasl" Pop
goes Hylas. (Surely the fable is renewed for
ever and everO Has his captivator any
pleasure? Doth she take any account of him.
No more than fisherman landing at Brighton
| Joao nf nna ont 0f a hundrpd fhnusand her
ring The last time Ulysses rowed by the
Sirens Bank, he and his men did not care
though whole shoal of them were singing
and combing their longest locks. Young
Telemachus was for jumping overheard: bu'
the tough old crew held the silly, bawlint
lad. They were deaf, and could not hear hit
bawling nor the sea-nymphs' singing. The.
were dim of sight, and didnot see how lovely
the witches were. The stale, old, leerine
witchesl Away with vel l dare say yol
have painted your cheeks by this time; youl
wretched old songs are as out of fashion al
Mozart, and it is all false hair you are comb
ing!
In the last sentence you see Lector Bene
volus and Scriptor Doctissimus figure q!
tough old "Ulysses" and his tough old Boat
swain, who do not care a quid of tobacco to
any Siren at Sirens Point; but Harry War
rington is green "Telemachus," who, be sure
was very unlike the soft youth in the goot
: Bishop of Cambray's twaddling story. III
! does not see that the Siren paints the lashe!
from under which she ogles him; will put by
into box, when she has done, the ringlet
9 into which she would inveigle him; and !
she eats him, as she proposes to do, will
. crunch his bones with new set OF grinder
e lust from the dentists, and warranted TO
: mastication. The song is not stale to Harr
r Warrington, nor the voice cracked or out {
: tune that sings it. But, but-oh, dear mt
Brother Boatswainl Don't you remembe
j how pleasant the opera was when we hrs
r heard it? Cosi fan tuti was its name, Nc
s zart's music. Now, dare say, they hav
0 other words and other music, and other sing
ers and fddlers, and another great crowd I
p the pit. Well, well, Cosi fan tutH is sti
e upon the bills, and they are going on singin
s it over and over and over.
: Any man or woman with pennyworth {
n brains, or the like precious amount OF pc
: sonal experience, or who has read anov
e before, must, when Harry pulled out tho'
n faded vegetables just now, have gone off int
;. a depression of his own, as the writer col
II fesses for himself he was diverging while /
= has been writing the last brace OF paragraph
i If he sees pair of lovers whispering in ga
F. den alley or the embrasure Of window,
20 a pair Of glances shot across the room fro
l. Jenny to the artless Jessamy, he falls
musing on former days when, ETC., etc. The
n things follow each other by general LAY
IT which is not as old as the hills, to be sur
but as old as the people who walk NJ, al
te down them. When, | say lad pulls
o bunch of amputated and now decomposiI
1t greens from his breast and falls to kissing
y what is the use of saying much moreP
'e we'll tell the market-gardeners name fro
rs whom the slip-rose was bought-the waite
IS ings, clippings, trimmings, manurings, Il
TO plant has undergone-as tell how Har
y. Warrington came by it. Rose, ellie vecu
p: vic des roses, has been trimmed, has be-
OF watered, has been potted, has been sticke
st to yonder boys pocket-book and boso
m according to the laws and fate appertaini
oil TO roses"