The Potter journal. [volume] (Coudersport, Pa.) 1857-1872, 1865-02-08
ABOUT A TEN THOUSAND
DOLLAR ROSE.

Rose Green was The sweet flower Of
Honeydale.
Her praises were in every mouth Her
face was so fair, her cheeks so red, her
lips so rosy, her eyes so bright, her hand
so soft, her foot so dainty, aud her heart
so warm, that every young bachelor of
the village was head and ears in love with
her, aud eternally oiipg his hair and
whiskers, and brushing himself up to
charm the blue-eyed Rose of Honeydale
"Her hair is as soft as silk p' said one.
Golden auburn !' said another.
"Face as fair as lilly y said third.
"Cheeks is red as roses y said fourth.
"Teeth like pearls !" said fifth.
And so they went on, all agreeing as
brothers 10 declaring that Rose was an
angel, every inch of her, from tie crown
of her pretty head to the soies of her tiny
feet; that her lips were as sweet as new
honey; her eyes as bright as diamonds !;
her voice as soft as a zephyr and as sweet
as the sound of silver bells her hands as
soft as fairy's; heart warm as an angels !;
foot dainty as Cinderilla's; neck and
shoulders sculptured marble; and whole
form as perfect as that of a Venus in
Paradise!
What a sweetheart Rose would
make p said Bob Backlog, and his big
gooseberry eyes sparkIed.
What kiss one might snatch from
her soft cheek or softer lips!" and his
great gawky mouth watered.
What an embrace one would have,
c'asped in her snowy arms y and Dir
BOb's whole form quivered with emotion
Yes, and mighty nice sparkling Sun
day nights" said half a dozen rough
voices, Bob's being the loudest.
Rumor said that Rose had a little "pile"
of gold dust left by loving uncle, who
in his will said, $4,000 for my Rosebud
at HoHeydale"
What charming little item this was
for the country beaux! How their eyes
frightened as they swarmed around her,
like bees around honey pot.
Yes, Bose was an heiress, besides being
the rosebud, the fairy, the gem, the pearl
in short, the Bird Of Paradise" of
Honeydale !
All. what turtle doving, what love
glances, wistful looks aud throbbing
hearts, aud what waste of eau de Co
logue, bears oil, Paradise drops and
toilet "6xens" there was among the young
Apollos OF Honeydale!
Rose was their pretty target, and Mon
sieur Cupid the little bare-legged love
god, who always contrives to De iD every
body's mess, aud to have his "little dim.
pied finger in their pie," caused them to
shower billet doux upon Rose like pearls
upon queen.
Tom Mason, the young blacksmith,
jagged off to his workshop every morning
humming,
''The Rose that all are praising
Is just the Rose for me !"
True, some envious old maids, with
scarcely enough substance in their an
cient bodies to make respectable shadow,
shook their bald pates, scOwled their
wriDkled faces, and puckered up their
dried lips, saying, "La. Rose is as dainty
as spoiled child and though her hus-
band should not have cotton shirt to-
his bare back, or stockings for bis shiv-
ering toes, or lone penny in his empty
pockets, would always want to have
everything nice for herself, like little
dirty queen, aud would wish to
Wear slippers of pearl
And roeSt in a palace on pillows Of down p'
But 30 o0e listened for moment to
the croakings from the old maids tooth.
less mouths.
Gold dust is just the thing TO feath-
sr ones pest WITH" said Pete Poppy, the
Eag Of the village-"just the .hirg, ny