The weekly union record., 1865-02-25

Nlppeu me up, sNd lesl. SpEalged my hckie,
ard was incapaci,ated for farther pursuit
limped back 10 the Office, and asked the clerk !:
Who is that divine creature who has Just left
your ofice?' That said he grinnjng. is
contributor TO our Poets Corner"' She Is
poetess. then-l knew it must be so. What
is her name? Wont de- said the clerk, with
bis tongue iu his cheek, she wishes 10 remain
,noog.' Bafled in my inquiries. retired to
my couch, but not to sleep. That vision still
haunted me; thought of the white hand, the
raven locks, the taper ankle, the tidily iddly
feet. Evening after evening did | lie in wait
before the Office, 10 hopes Of again meeting her,
but in vain. Things went on so for a month
and every day fell deeper in love, my appetite
diminished, aud | lost nearly two pounds in
weight At length happy Inspiration came
upon me. would pour out my soul in poetry
| would tell my love in the Poets Corner of
The Troiiiug bury MeEcgry. She was poeiess,
she would read it; the syHpathy which exists
between kindred minds woald tell her that she
was the ohjre, addressed. wrote the lines
entitled A Glorious Twilight Vision. Never
IN my most inspired moments lad | so success
fully portrayed the Inward workings of the
tender passion; for then only imagined them
now | Eel. them. | will jnsi repeat you those
lines"
Pray dou't. sir; | remember them we'll"
Il fell sure that she to whom they were
addressed would read them aud reply; AMI |
was not deceived. The uext time went 10
the Office the clerk said, There Is letter here
meant for you, suppose. 1t was directed
'Beetroot, Esq, contributor TO the Poets
Corner" OF the Trottingbury Mercury The
dear girl evidently did not understand Greek.
bt ha of la9, inf,
very pardonable mis- axe. 1t showed she wasn't
bluestocking, aud | rejoiced at it.
80 make long story short, We commenced
a correspondence, bat have never met but this
day she has given me rendezvous at Purselrs
the pastry-cook in Cornhill. Ii is in honor Of
this occasion that wear for the first time these
garments, the fitting OF which you SO justly
admire
And the camellia," l suggested, don't you
think that budding rose would be more EN-
blematic Of your rising tpes if so, think |
could manage TO get you one"
by 10 means; | should have told you that
is our signal for recognition; we are each to
wear white camellia over the heart
How truly il has been said that the first step
in crime is the only difficult one. FdciiuS est
deceaSus drernl | had begun by coveting the
means, if possible. | now resolved 10 resort to
the foue,t means, if necessary, for its capture,
and to use ii as a decoy TO obtain the other
white camela now in the possession Of the
poetess of Trottingbury To wha, a precipice
was my passion Tor white camellias hurrylng
me.
As it was essential to prove his identity in
the coming rendezvous, it was evidently useless
10 h
only chance was 10 steal it or 10 take il by
force.
Calling his attention to some objects on The
roadside, dex,erously severed the stalk with a
tap from my cane and slipped the flower into
my pocket unperceived.
| then said that, though l had read and
learned By heart the contents of the Poets
Corner in the Trotting bury Mercury, it would
still be treat to hear some of these chefs
d d'ouure repeated by the author.
He needed 10 pressing. Without once
thinking of bis camelIia, he favored me with an
uninterrupted stream of poetry till cur arrival
at Waterloo Station. | then took hurried
leave OF him, Jumped into cab and, transfer
ring the camelia from my pocket TO my button
hole, drove to Pursell's to complete my conquest
We soon arrived there Being in a capital
z
fare. But what! how is that? | tried my
pockets one after another; DO purse; the cab
man began TO eye me suspiciousy.
My g, cd man" said l. Il find that | have
lost my purse, but my portmanteau Is suiiic
lent guarantee for the payment Of your fare.
Drive me to Lincolns Inn Fields | have a
friend there who will lend me some money"
The cabman saw the justice of my remark, and
drove me to Iiuc0us Ian Fields where nv
friend received me with open arms, and placed
his purse at my disposal.
The journey was rather an expensive one for
me, for Dot only was my purse gone, but my
watch and a valuable gold snuff box. 1t ap-
peared that the poet aud | had been intent on
similar designs but, while my ambition ex-
tended no further than white camellias. he had
a weakness for articles of value and current
coin Of the realm.
1t is needless to add that did not return TO
Pursell's to complete my conquest, nor have
ever again met my friend the poet.