The Lambertville press. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1858-1???, 1861-07-17

They had stolen apart from the careless crowd
Whose heads were whirIing with waltz and
wine;
Music and dancing were all too Z" loud "
Fer the breathing of sentiments SO divine
Converting together in undertones
We're Amaranth Crispin and WykhofF Jones.
Where the light streamsd through yellow silk
curtain,
Very becoming and very uncertain.
he lounged, in an easy and graceful style,
On satin sofa his eyes cast down,
While a tender and half-triumphant smile
Conquered an imperceptible frown
She stood beEide and bent above him,
Her very attitude breathing--"T love him y
"0h say she Whispered in softest tone,
&c Dear Wykhof, say thou wilt be mine own p
He paused, as modest young man might.
Twirled his moustaehe, through his hair
Ran his fingers slender and fair,
As doves glance through tho darkiing night.
She patted her foot impatiently-
The diamonds quiversd upon her breast
With the :remulous play of silent sigh
The rich ailk rustled in which she was dressed ;
She bent still lower" Ny own sweet Jones ~
Who could resist those sirien tones?
His silence was that of solemn thought;
His memory ran through the brilliant past:
Of the fun which money had always bought;
Of the fortune left him, " too bright to last"
He unused on the futures untold ills
Nothing to dash on-nothing to spend
Nothing to meet his unpaid bills
Nothing to give suffering friend
He was very handsome, she very plain
He poor, she rich-she thirty, he not
Which Of the two had the most to gain
May be revealed at the end of the plot
He raised his eyes With pensive glance
Sweetest, . she said, "you We splendid eyes .
He looked at her jewelled throat askance,
II am very young''-he murmurs and sghs.-
" cannot marry. to be tied down,
To cut my friends to clip my wings,
To be joked by the fellows about the town
AS tied to woman's apron strings"
+" You shall not be--oh, never oh, no
You shall have money, all you can spend
A thousand dollars a month, or so.
Just for pocket-mOney, you know,
And you need not cut your fastest friend.
You shall do just as you please, my pet
Say yes the word you will never regret"
"T'd like 10 specify certain things
The youth remarked, as he turned the rings
Which sparkied upon her wooing hand,
While kmaranth listened serene and bland
A horse or two, you know, and yacht,
A room at the Club, and" Say no more
ia rather you d have these things than not,
That men may envy what women adore,
Then Wykhor, say, you'll be really mine "
p" Yes. dearest Crizpin, entirely thine 90
"Ah precious boy and the happy day ~
Whenever my fair friend chooses to say
The music burst forth exultingly loud
As the happy lovers rejoined the crowd.
As mother may beam on hsy lovely child,
So Amaranth Crispin beamed and smiled
On the dainty young man whose arm she held
Oh, sweet young man he never rebelled.
Though she clasped it close and whispered low.
And shone triumphant and talked to him-so!
BE thought ofhis yacht and her doubloons bright
And took it all as an angel might.
The crowd smiled pleasantly at the sight
But one young face turned suddenly white
One plainly attired but beautiful form
Dropped like rose in beating storm
One sweet, reproachful, suffering look
The soul Of the youth for an instant shook.
Ito Be Contimued.)