Lamoille newsdealer. [volume] (Hyde Park, Vt.) 1860-1877, 1861-04-12
EPfSTLE.

FROM A YOUNG LADY IN w-YoR TO HER CoUsI
IN DETROIT,
SWEET Coz as brother calls you-oh
wish we had you in the city.
When he was here, some time ago,
He told me, puss, that you were pretty!
And | have never seen you yet!
No matter-for the winters flying,
And pa has promised-Im his pet
Wen come when summer gales are signing.
But still, l wish we had you here,
I've such delightful news to tell you!
My heart is gone, dear coz oh dear
Has ever such a thing betell you2
Ihope your box came safe to hand,
With pelerine, lace veil, and c~orsets,
Comedian earrings, breastpin-and
A chain and seal like Emma Dorset's.
Your mas new cap-I hope it suits
Tell her it was by mt selected,
As was the pair of gaiter-boots-
Heigh no my spirits feel detected I!
/ told you that my heart was lost
Perhaps tits but the blues opress me
For though Pm pleased with Major Frost,
He wants the courage to address me.
I saw him first at Grand-Yal's ball,
met him afterward at Parker's
But, oh at Conway's concert hall,
He waited on the Misses Bankers
The one a pug-nosed, short old maid,
The other, tall, slim, lean, and yellow.
They stumbled through the gallopade-
Ifelt so vexed the stupid fellow
Though introduced, we have not yet
Exchanged a dozen words together,
Excepting something, | forgot,
About the opera and weather.
AS partners in the gallopade,
You know, of course, we often parted:
Nor cared we how the music played,
But always met just where we started.
His voice is manly, sweet, and clear,
With tones most unsteady tender:
His shape-Apollo Belvidere
Is not so eXquisitely slender.
And then he's brave as Caesar, too,
Or Alexander, or Hephestion {;
Oh, coz what could | say or do,
If he should only pop the question?
His manners are so mild and bland,
Though once, tits said, he fought a duel
ne whispered something-pressed my hand
Would you advise ne to be cruel?
OF course, you know | answered not,
For ma says Pm too young to marry {;
[ blushed-looked down. don't know what
might have said-his name is Harry.
He makes up parties when he can,
Of course tits when | know the misses F;
They're on the old New England plan
But pa denounces pawns and kisses
Though we suspect he liked them once
But mum mamma has no Suspicion
Aunt says he was not thought a Ounce,
When BEAUX were once in requisition.
But let that pass-he's older now;
In June next | am one-and-twenty
You never saw so sweet a bow
As Harry's, though you've seen a plenty.
His hair is brown. his whiskers dark,
His ringlets round his temples cluster;
His eyes you could not fail to mark,
They shine with such q dazzling lustre.
And then he writes such poetry
You must have read it IN the Mirror
uTO Miss H. M."-and that means me,
For think you there is any dearer?
And such conundrums!-he's the life
OF all our social evening revels.
Oh! when I once become his wife,
Adieu to vapors and blne-devils!
] saw him in the grand parade.
CURLING a milk-white, prancing charger,
With sash and epaulets displayd-
| wished his C~HAPEAN.BRAS was larger.
He marched his troops down East Broadway,
saw them from the Doctors window,
And caught his eye-that single ray
Had almost made my heart a cinder!
Adieu, sweet coz-Ill let you know,
When we have fixed the day to marry;
And may you get as sweet a beau
As Major Frost, my charming Harry.
When Cupid aims his feathered dart,
hope no obstacle will parry it,
Such wounds are grateful to the heart
So remain your cousin-HARRIET.
?. s.-Alas! dear coz, my hopes are crossed
My late bright prospects now are darker,
For pa just told me Major Frost
Last evening married Ellen Barker:
And that they've been for years attached,
The tall, slim, gawky! lean and yellow
But never mind-they're quite well matched
never could endure the fellow!-H. NJ.