The Oxford intelligencer. (Oxford, Miss.) 1860-18??, 1861-02-20

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And zen selfinseress, that eontrois shsm alr--
Possess petty power, when al eombined
Compared with fashions influence on mankind;
For lore itself vii OF to fashion sswr
The following story viii eonvines you howl
A petit maiss wooed . hir.
Y or virtue. weaIskr and graces rare;
But vsinly had preferred his claim
The maiden owned no answering flannel
At length by doubt and anguish torn
Suspense, too-painful to be borne.
Low at her iSet he humbly kneelsd
,ssiaAnd thus his srdcnt fame revesisd:--
"Pity my grisf, angelic fair.
Behold my anguish and despair;
For you this heart must ever burn
Oh. bless mrwitfi kind returni
NY love no language can express,
Reward Il then with happiness;
Nothing on earth but you prizs.
~, All else is trihing in my eyes;
= And cheerfully would resign
The wealth Of worlds, to call you mine.
- Bat, Il another gain your hand,
- Far distant from my native land,
Far hence. from you and hope, I'll hy'
- And in some foreign region die"
eaisg The maiden heard, and thusreplied;--
.K my consent to be your bride
~ VIII make you happy, then be blest,
But grant me first one small request;
A sacrifice must demand
81 And In return win give my hand"
"A sacrificed Oh speak its name,
For you I'd forfeit wealth and fame;
Take my whole fortune-every cent"
o. "'Twas something more than wealth Imeant"
q" '.Must the realms Of Neptune tracef
g. Obi speak the word-wherc'er tho place.
For you, the idol Of my soul,
," rde'en explore the frozen pole;
-. Arabia's sandy desert tread,
Or trace the Tigris to its head"
'Oh, no, dear sir, do not ask
So long voyage, so great task,
You must-but all the boon want
Ihave no hope that you will grant"
'Shall ], like Bonsparte, aspire
To be the worlds imperial sires
Express the wish, and here VOW,
To place q crown upon your brow"
''Sr, these are trifes," she replied;
''But IL you wish me for your bride,
You must but still fear to speak
You'll never grant the boon seek"
"0h, sayi" he cried, 'dcar angel, say
What must do, and obey;
No longer rack me with suspense,
Speak your commands and send me hence"
"Well, then, dear, generous youth" she
''rf thus my heart you really prize, Icries,
And wish to link your fate with mine
On one condition arr thine;
Twill then become my pleasing duty,
To contemplate my husbands beauty,
And gazing on his manly face,
His feelings and his wishes trace;
To Danish thence each mark Of care,
And light smile Of pleasure there.
= Oil let me then, It's all ask,
Commence at once the pleasing task;
Oh! let me, as becomes my place,
Cut those huge whiskers from your face"
She said-but oh what strange surprise
Was pictured in her lovers eyesl
Like lightning from the ground he sprung,
While wild amazcmcnt tied his tongue;
A statue, motonless, he gazed,
Astonisbed, or-struck, amazedi
So locked the gallant Perseus, when
Mcdusa's vissge met his ken;
So looked Macbeth, whose guilty eye
Disecrned an 'air drawn dagger" nigh;
And so the prince Of Denmark stared,
Whcnfrst his fathers ghost appeared.
At length our hero silence broke.
Hndthus IN widest accents spoke
"Cut of my whiskers oh, ye gods,
I'd sooner lose my ears, by odds;
Madam, I'd not be so disgraced,
So lost 10 fashion and to taste,
To win an empress to my arms,
Though blessed with more than mortal charms.
Ny whiskersl zoundsl" He said no more,
Bot quick retreated through the door,
And sought less obdurate fair,
Who took the beau with all his hair.
THx following is an extract from private
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