Abbeville press. [volume] (Abbeville, S.C.) 1860-1869, 1866-02-16
DO NOT LIKE TO HEAR HIN PRAY.
] do not like to hear him pray,

And laugh beneath their humble shed.
do not like TO hear him pray,s
"Let blessings the widow bel'
Who never seeks her hoae to say.
"If want o'ertakes you come to me-"
hate the prayer, SO loud and long.
That's offered for the orphans veal.
BY him who secs him crushed by wrong,
And only with the lips doth feel
do not like to hear her pray,
With jcwelled ear an" silken dress,
Whose washerwoman tolls oil day,
And then is asked to "work for less"
Such pious shavers despise;
With folded hands and face damure,
They lift to Heaven their "augel eyes,"
Then steal the earnings Of the poor!
do not like such soulless prayers;
If wrong. hope to be forgiven;
No angels wing them upward bears
They're lost million miles from Heaven.
I cannot like long prayers to hear,
And studied from the Lips depart;
Our Father bends ready ear,
Let words be few-he hears the heart.
Eg "He won't maryland . cloud
Of gloom settles upon the features of one
Of the prettiest faces in the gallery of Gods
art.
Do you know, young lady, s0hy he don't
marry2 Leave off that arch form, that
commiserating look and will tell you.
1t is not, as sometimes, in moment Of
Ianguor, you surmise, because he is ii:sensi-
bic to call those young, endearing charms" "
that bewitching beauty of form and
feature-tbat blended loveliness of eharac-
ter aud sweetness of temper. All no;
that is The very impulse which has been
banging, these many years at the hinges of
lis heart, and listen while tell sou, why
they dent relent. 1t is not that he must
forego that happy luxury-his cherished
Cheroot-,n whose circling wreaths of
blue, he has been won't to build his pleas
ure.castles. Nor that he must swap his
sparkling draught, redolent with memories
of "Bngen on the Rhine" for woi2ans
smiles, and that other cup which acheers
but not inebriates." Although he knows
full we'll that the same tender, loving hand
which may brush back the stray ringlets
from the tired, heated brow, will become
the Sesame to make mournlul music of his
meagre pennies, as one by one they drop
through the lean sides OF his "six hundred
purse" into the milliner's till-these are
not the foibles which stay his inclination
to gather to his bosom Goods last, best
gift to man." and cause him to wrap closer
about him the icy mantle of his own in.
dividuality. No, no; he rises superior to
such groveling, reptile considerations.
Visions Of undarned socks, and buttonless
shirts, of heavy piecrusts and leaden bis.
cults, in chaotic wantonness, greet bis
minds eye.
Endless homilies about some favorite
character in the latest novel inflict them
selves upon his ear, until in g moment Of
evaporation he asks what ingredients com.
pose the bread upon the cottage board.
Alas, for the answer starch and nutmeg!
And then, to cap the climax, some morn.
ing his Julia will ask Biddy which COW
gives the buttermilk! Shades of New
England spinsters this is too much for
human patiencel Then talk not to me of
married life with all "the ills it's heir to-
The age for tanning shrews is gone. But
give me life when CeIebs does the honors,
a real jolly old fellow, and not sermsgaDt
Eve, who will rob your coffee of its pro
rata Of sugar, sbould it be perchance, wash
day morning.
Abbeville, Feb'y IL, 1856.