The weekly mountain Democrat. [volume] (Placerville, El Dorado County, Calif.) 1861-1862, 1861-02-02
MOUNTAIN DEMOCRAT.
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THB RRIDE OF THE CHEVALIER.

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FHB BRIDE OF THE cHEvALIER.
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4 Iaehy nan Is the CheVsIieT,
M chsvaIIer Louis D'Or,
He voa ny beaniiful love FROM me,
He zee dch-I very poor:
% very pooF that the prudent maid,
When We were weighed in the scales together,
youaA re Oae side heavy ~ lead,
Ny Own as light as . feather!
What, tAaa, were the loves Of the boy and girl
Wbo had played for years meath the oak trees tall
Ana Plightsd their tFOth thousand times,
-When the ChevalleF came to the hall!
Ne came IN chariot gay aud fine,
I, thFOsgh the dust Of the common way,
Twas . silly thought that q Womans heart
COulA say the rich man nay.
He sssAs HE elegant bow, and smiled,
uEHfn. and the day was Won:
Vhss B0nth had passed he Was there more,
And TIE light from the hall gone
he Iight and life Of the house and lawn
Had disappeared with the form dear:
Ny pride, and joy, my hope, my all,
Was the BRIDE Of The Chevailer
And new. good friend, DO you ask again
Why seOHsdS with me IL . word Of scOrn?
IIOved this girl with dOting love,
And she made my life fOrlOrn!
ne sod her maiden body and soul
4og silks aud Jewels and plate, and gold
Faith, and truth, and honor, and heart,
sold. sold, sold!
The false and feeble heart gave way;
Che made me the man you see me nOW-
With the silver In my youthful hair,
Add the burrows here on my brow;
She taught me them in my carly youth,
That women were false, and weak, aud mean;
II she had chung to her truth-who knows
Ny IIfe-What It might have been?
For epving vas then In the bud with me
Ny father len me q noble name
With love TO shine on the rugged path,
Hooked to the heights Of fame
And now ponder, and nope, and dream
Through . weary life that hate, my friend,
And bat for fear Of the towards hiss
A. . towards act, would end
Do yOu think envy the Cheva.icr
HIs beautiful bride with the sunny curls-
The woman loved with foolish love
AdOred As the pearl Of pearls!
The Chevalier is prince Of the Town,
Dat am king Of the world Of Thought
He Is welcome for me, - the flowers In May,
To the bride his money bought!
Aud she, with q soul that loved alone
The red Colds sheen, and tho back low bent
To the Eilded coAch-s welcome too;
She may reign to her hearts content;
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When freezing stare would greet my claim
To an old acquaintance, years ago,
With the splendid city dame!
These words said with . bitter heart,
Aud thOught with scorn Of the laughing queen,
Ash walked, With scOwI, through the smiling woods,
And over the meadows green;-
But when ! met, at ball last night,
TIE beautiful bride Of the CheValIeF,
YOa Hsy laagh, but swear, at sight Of me,
Her eye was dim with tear!
Docs she think-I said-in the dances whirl,
As she sees me here, Of the hours long gone
The houFs We ppent In the dear old hall.
And uSdeF the oaks on the lawn!
ItarnsA away, for the dance was done,
turned away with q bitter heart
But Q slender Anger touched my arm
We walked from the crowd apart.
Shall write the words Of the voice that shook,
As the blue eyes filled with sudden tear?
The words would scarcely bring . smile
To The lips % the Chevalicr l------,-----
"Alasi for the days." we're the murmured words,
ave passed In the hall, by the sunny stream,
The Old, old days come back to me,
Like happy, smiling dream!
"And yCu-you have never married, sir
You do not love mel see that we'll:
You pity the, or perhaps despise
The married ballroom belle =
But oh u you knew why the blaze and din
OF balls is all that live for now
You would know that the pearls that loop my hair
DrOop over burning brow!
Ihave pinned, long years, for the present hour
have tried, with trembling hand, to write;
But the time has come We are face to face,
You shall know the truth Tonight"
End the truth, the terrible, awful truth,
heard from the lips that were yet 90 dear;
he had loved me StIH, with her heart Of hearts,
When'the bride Of the Chevaller.
A guardians threat, and feeble will,
Had made her yield to the awful shame
She told ne ell with . writhIng lip
And cheek that burned like flame.
me ted ne aM, - shuddered there;
She begged like child for word OF grace
yFsm me who lOnged to draw her close
In passionate, wild embrace!
But the madness passed. and said no more
Than the simple words write down here,
~ love you, my darling, and pardon ALL"
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