, 1863-07-04
Reveries of a Bachelor.

IF the author of the following "spasm Of
sense" is sincere in what he writes he is fit for all
the misdeeds of Shakspeare's man that has no
music in his soul" But we'll wager a pair OF
epaulettes that he is one of those sentimental
individuals who has attained beyond certain
age" and becomes smitten" with every fair one
he sees,presses his suit until he is rejected, and
then writes such stuff as the following by way Of
revenge.]
"Aye, such is mans philosophy when woman is
untrue,
The loss of one but teaches him to make another do
I'm fairly sick Off Ito hear and read
In trashy novels and insipid plays
OF true love crossed hearts broken. Stuff indeed
May we'll man of common sense amaze.
To break ones heart the thing is most absurd
1t never has been done by mortal man
By mortal woman,-an' you'll take my word,
Not only never has, but never can.
Such nonsense is but fit for fools,
Or (quite the same) young girls at boarding
schools.
A broken heart Aye, tits methinks the word
And yet It's more than passing strange" to me
! That ANYTHING of which so much is heard
| And read, and spoken, we shall never see.
At least I'm sure l never yet saw one
Though candor fair requires me to confess
l do believe that Sckville's famous son
Reports one doubtless and authentic case
But, he in his folly met his fate
Striving to lift too ponderous weight.
And vet frankly own there was time
Albeit, ashamed my folly to acknowledge
However, that was long before my prime
In fact, twas in my boyish days. at college.
I then but verged upon discretion brink,
And hence perhaps, was not so much to blame
! Time was, though, was fool enough to think
That love was not fiction, mere name;
That vows might constancy betoken,
And that some fond heart might, perhaps, be
broken.
Since then, however, I've had leisure given
Long years of tho't, deep, sad and melancholy
| In which to reconcile myself with heaven,
By repentance of my youthful folly
In dreaming of the possibility
In such an all-rerfdious world as this
| Of honest love, or perfect constancy,
Or truth in tickle womRn's treacherous kiss
On this last score 1 havnt much to grieve
In fact it's what never did believe.
1 am not misanthropst. I am sure
I can admire fair nature, and do.
l love the bright the beautiful the pure,
And childhood innocent and manhood true;
And admire pretty womans face.
l might indeed, declare think tits all
To be admired about her. Let it pass
Over her frailties let the curtain fall
Yet was / never one of those weak things
Who think her all an angel save the wings,
But yet, a something there might be, thought
In mans deep love" and "woman's fond caress.
Her truth, and constancy, and God knows what,
I've long since found mere words Of emptiness.
l even dreamed l might be broken-hearted
Should she, my boyhood's idol, prove untrue.
Well she did o,-as easily we parted
As one would throw aside worn out SHOE
A little touched my heart might have been; but
1t very soon grew sound and whole again.
And now, I've learned to think, with Dr. Holmes,
| (Who, by-the-way, is very clever fellow
He's but fool who at the falsehood foams
OF any she that ever trod prunela.
Reader, the wisest thing that you can do,
Give tried the plan and know that it will answer)
Whene'er one lovely charmer proves untrue,
Is Just to get another, soon as you can sir
Though for myself when one fair proved untrue,
For her I've made at least a dozen do,
And now I take things easy,-rove about
ana love eacn preIty woman Inat meeE,
Devotedly, until find her out
To be, as are they all, but fair decet
Yet, when find her so l do not grieve,-
look not now to find her any Others
So but make my bow and take my leave,
And cruise around until l meet another
To strike my fancy: She's not hard to find
In my contented, present state of mind.
True, once it no such easy matter seemd;
But that was at an early time of life,
When a silly, crack-braned youth 1 dream'd
OF love and moonshne, marriage and wife.
Thank heaven, that snare l 'scaped, and now it is
A most Indifferent, triaing sort of matter
To find dozen pretty girls 10 kiss,
And firt wthal-to dance and smile and chatter,
Although have to keep my eyes wide open
That none to matrimony me may rope in
But oh, a most delightful thing find
This slipping sweets from each enchanting flower,
Still free to wander on and leave behind
Untasted all its bitter and its sour;
And when some fowret fades whose lovely form
If all mine own 'twould kill me to resign,
l turn to others yet with Beauty warm
And bless kind heaven the treasure was not mine.
Let Benedicts, then, boast of child and wife,
Be mine the bachelors free and easy life
OMEGA.
Fort Walla Walla, w. T.