The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1866-03-01
A Womar's Dream on New Years Eve,
susx.sttsa. so Naids who We"ld be
wives.

pOwer to enter the matrimonial stdLe, ouI
I t have failed. In vain have worn new
f dresses loves of bonnets and hats, becoming
wells tight gloves, and tighter boots--in
vain have purchased a chlgnon. coronet
t and a pair of flowing curls-in vain have
spent hours and hours on my toilet; my
! money and time have ben thrown away
! 365 days have come and gone, and am
t still single! What shall | do ? What plan
| is likely to be successful
r There is no time to be lost, for | am not
go young as | once was-l'm nearly thirty
t five But that fact is not generally known;
y tl.tter myself don't look more than
D twenty. nine or thirty, at the most.--that Is
-, TO say, when have taken pains with my
| self. There is a say ing. beauty unadorn'
Z Ell is adorned the most but don't believe
= tits ali nonsense. Oh, dear, I'm getting
sleepy; ont ion intend TO go to sleep I'LL
/, / have fixed upon SOME new plan for indu
= cling the men to propose; must keep awake
q for the present yes -for--
Is What that NOISE Where am going
Who is carrying NE through the frosty arr
How cold it is How bright tine moon anc
atArs are | am in a gloomy room-i
THE .. - ILack ia IN the corner; all
u bed, hung aItn "a, the cur
i piaced IN chair by the be,Is,u.. t
t la'ns are withdrawn; and very old man il
/ ''sciosed 10 TO my view; his long, white
ha'f streams over the pillow there 10 no
E c"ior IN ms wnnkled face, his breath ia
! feeole--the old man is dying He is Look
} ing at me with All expression of scorD. and
satlrical smile Oh his ius
what not trried yet Z? still SINGLE ?
i Still Oh your preternent am the Old
Yea: when Was born, 365 days ago. Won
made vow that. ere the time came for ma
to die, you would no longer be living in
single bessedness; one hour alone remains
of my life, aud your VOW is unfulfiled. How
it this Are you quite sure you have tried
every means III your power to obtain hus-
band !?
endeavor to speak, but my tongue re
fuses to obey my desire; cannot stir--iny
strength is gone
fhe Old Year laughs mockingly. What!
no answer No excuse WE'LL we'll, | must
call in those who will speak for you. and
tell you the true reasons for your repeated
matrimonial failures. White Father
| Winter J.
A rush of cold air fills the room, and
SNOW fakes fall thick ana fast as IA hale old
man appears at the loot OF the bed he is
clad i'll glittering white garment chap
let OF holly and mistetoe Is OH his hoary |
hea |, aud icicles are internliDgled with his |
beard.
Tell me, my friend. what is your opinion
of this lady ? says the Old Year, pmrting
his finger at me why did she not obtain
husband during your reign over the
earth 2
Without moments pause, a slrill voice
excIaims /: Because she bestowed all her
time and attention Oh her outw ard appear
aIce, i'll total forgettulness of inward
growth and the hoary headed man has
disappeared as quickly as he came, and
tine SHOW flakes cease to fall, and the air is
no longer coli. Again moCking laugh
ISSUES from the occupant of the bed, aud
again he calls aloud
Spring come hither, thou beautiful, but
treacherous maiden
piercing wind passes through the room
followed by a cloud OF dust aud then IA
lovely girl glides before me, arrayed in
a bright green robe adorned with clusters
OF vlolets and snowdrops; traces of tears are
on her checks. but smiles play around her
mouth; IN her hand Is spray OF nav thorn,
ana gifdle, resembling rainbow in colurs
encirclng her waist.
This lady has arrived at the mature age
OF thirty live, and Ill spite OF her anxiety t.
become wife, she is still SINGLE, observes
the Old lear, with a malicious glance at
Inc. Can you give her any advice ON the
subject, lovely maiden ?-any hints respect
lug her future behavior 2
1T does not always answer to hang out
false colors,' is the ready reply. Deceit.
vanity, and trlvolty are not the most attrac.
tive qualities i'll the world, neither are they
calculated To produce happiness in the state
matrimonial, and with graceful inclina-
ton OF her head, the beautiful girl retreats;
the wind blows no longer, ana the cloud of
dust ID dispersed
Worse and worse rnurmurs the Old
Year. Small wonder is it that you have
been unable to keep your vow--but | must
not delay. Summer art thou near 2
blaze of sunlight almost dazzles me
the heat is intense; feel faint and sick, but
| cannot move nor speak.
lady,ln the meridian of life is standing
by the bedside; her dress is celestial blue,
adorned with festoons OF the gayest flowers
which ill the air with sweet perfume; her
golden hair falls about her like a veil, and
occasionally the resting place for some of
the numerous butterflies which hover
around. !;
Fair dame, what obstacles beset the path
Of this aspirant to matrimnny p demands
my tormentor, in tone OF mock soiennnity.
The chief object of her life, is to Oh ange
her name, hut nobody comes to WOO Sure
ly hers is a bard fate P
"A hard fate 2 repeats the LADY, say
rather a just recompense. a natural conse-
quence Who would he foolish enough to
al, |
III preference to bushing ross or modest
lily Is not the smallest real pearl Of great
er value than the largest false diamond
Who would desire to we'd wife whose at
fractions were owing to the arts of skill
full toilet. and who considered fashion aud
personal appearance of more Importance
than sught beside Real beauty is only
skin deep;' what then, shall be said Of
that which is teigned 2 have DONE Fare
ye well J! and the lady and the sunshine
are gone III moment.
There 10 but Ole more witness against
You, says the departing year, in feebler
VOICE only nne more; my minutes are num-
tered, my breath is falling fast. Autumn,
come quickly, or it will be--too late
hear rustling sound. dead leaves are
falling on every side, aud iii the midst is a
middle aged man, attired in suit of red
dish brown. aud holding basket of the
choicest fruit in his hand.
Tell me- gasps the expiring year. why
the band of-of this ady-was not sought
inn marriage during your lifetime
Quick shall soon be gone-soon-soon :
There are many men in the world Who
care little or nothing for beauty is the i'm
mediate answer, and who would gladly
wed wife Of plain aud unprepossessing APP
pearance if she we're honest true-hearted
amiable, aid loving there are also many /
men who would be foolish enough to select
bride for her outward charms; but they
are few-very few who would knowingly l
btstow their name on one whose chief desire