The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1867-04-13
POOR WYkHOrr JONES.
BY MRS. NJ. V. VICTOR.
L 4 X L H..
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Perverted the youthful bridegroom face.
He'd a touching way, the women all said
OF repeating the ritual the pastor real;
His low. soft voice. and his white SILK vest,
His look. half happy and half distressed,
And the very becoming way he was dressed
Miss Crispin, aiterward Mrs Jones,
Sparkled all over with precious Stones
Like the midnight sky with It's million stars
Her nose peered ont of her bridal-vail
Like a parrots out Of its silver bars .
She looked more yellow than she did pale.
She'd diamond wreath upon her head,
And pigeon-egg pearls around her neck,
While numberless smaller pearls did tleck
The Honitun gown in which she was wed.
The furthernblst pew might have heard her say
Those agreeable worls-'lov honor, obey -
But the way she kept them-oh the way
The liberal bride, in handsome way.
Took her husband OF on hri,lal-i"llr:
Newport, Nahaut, Lake George. Cape May.
Did each share of the spoils secure.
When the loving, lingering honeymoon
Went by with the summers whitening flowers.
And the breath of the chill October too soon
Drove the last butterflies out Of her bowers.
The welded couple returned To town,
Light Of iieart As q thstle-down.
Light Of heart and heavy of purse,
As Wykhoff said when he once more met
The f;tvorte boys of his ancient set
Matters might be great deal worse;
Plenty of money agreed with him
Plenty of money and never trouble;
With nice cid girl to humor and within.
When he asked tre to give him double
Turtle soup in gold turesns, and all that
Was famous tor making fellow fat
Nevertheless, it was very plain
That this fortunate youth grew thin again.
Every month as it rolled away
Found him meeier and more sedate.
Resigned, as it were, to a secret fate:
The words were few which he had to say.
lie gave no suppers he did not play,
Ills drives were few and far between,
While his face at .he club was seldom seen.
Ms richly urpSspl--
Gloy.s, hat and boots were the very best;
Exquisite trousers and coats he wore
Iiut, ah he was Wykhot1 Jones no more
once the wittiest bodest, and sauciest one
Who ever did what he shouldn't have done.
by Christmas time he began to fiii
BY Lent he looked like lily frail;
What could inquired the world he the matter
With man who lived in a marble palace.
VIII" ate his fish from silver platter.
Aud drank his wine from golden chalcc:
Some thought it mast lie, beyond \ question.
That lie lived too well for good DIGESTION
some excellent ladies trusted his wife
Had won him to leave past sins in the lurrh
That he soon would DO leading worther life
Buying pew and supports ag the church,
Yet nobody settled tho matter for certain,
For Wykhoif let no one behind the curtain.
4 year il was since the wcdding-day.
i lovely time in the month of June;
light breeze ripped the azure bay,
Whose waves were singing ii pleasant tune
Mrs. and Mr.. Jones were at home.
sitting alone in their airy chamber.
Watching tho distant oceairfptp,
The sapphire waves. the sunlight au,ber.
And the darling yachts, those cunning lives.
Spreading their wings like flock of 'iu,es,
g. Ny dear" said Jones' with facial culver.
While his eyes were turned to the sparkling river.
- You remember it, plainly, do you not:
That YOU promised To buy mo a lovely yacht.
jenkins aud Brown have built one, new
And they are not both of them, rich as-you
wouldn't have married you--no Id not,
If il hadn't been for that promised yacht.
80, tia raft sal hn
Fnr six thousand dollars--chcap, my dear
Cuolly aud softly her laughter rings
Husbands are such eHtrayasnnt things.
But YOU know you said "Oh, yes, know.
| was rathor foolish year ago.
If YOU had boat sou might get drowned -
C"i wish might WAS the halfbreathed sound'---
And my darling's body might never be found.
II is not well for you reckless boys
70 be risking yourselves In such pretty toys.
INIT, madam, your mordr-" Nero lovers VOWS
Which never are kept by sober spouse"
You promised me horses" cried harlcss Jones.
In the bitteiest bitter of biting tones,
- Yet can not ever 90 to ride
Unless am perched by my ady's side!
The horses, the carriage, the irlyer she owns,
And must ride out with my lady Jones"
"CcrtaInly, love: no woman of sense
Would allow her husband 50 good pretenss
For betting and racing and such impropriety;
married man should select his society.
Fast horses, indeed. you might break your neck =
o. wonlI it were broken u poor Wykhoff sighed)-
! And my happiness then would be wreck;
widow instead Of blushing bride }"
"pon't speak Of blushing-you're too antique
For the bloom 10 rise on your lovely cheek;
Why did marryi-ay, there's the rub =
"perhaps," she remarked, "on account OF tho Club:
1.-The Club! yes, madam, We had to resign;
I could not even pay up for the wine"
"Ah, sweet the Club is with danger rife
70 tie peace and repcse Of a1ai,hful wife.
How could tell, In my house uptown,
Az sat In tears and q dressng-gown.
Tin Won came home from that naughty place.
Whether some woman was not in the easel
You're quite too handsome, Wykhoit, my own,
10 lie trusted abroad too much alone.
Don't get excited, my dear. AMI sweat
Y,u W. plenty To eat and plenty to wear.
Now, Wykholt. dearling, don't tear your hair;
If You married me. You need not que It;
You're very we'll off, if you only knew it,
You are tied to womans apron-stnng>;
Hut JOiien strings are not very bad things,
AMd !, great deal better than leaden wings.
If You hal been willing to work ike man,
You might have married your charming Fan;
Have hnrIobt her dresses and blessed her lot
And earned he, bread-but you know you were not.
So Fan is growing II sad old maid
Her rinnlets get thin and her roses iade
H. omte the fashion for idle young men
IN marry a fortuue--a chivalrous plan!
Girls pretty and poor don't like it, but then
1t suits the taste of modern young man!
I've heard that Fanny is in decline;
Isaw her at Mrs. Fitzhugh soirce;
Her line eyes over her thin cheeks shine
And She looks at person in such way
Don't, Wyksotf, don't tumble my curtains SO;
And let the end Of that tassel go.
know I'm ugly, know I'm old
You knew II, too. before You consented
40 barter ysur youth and beauty for gold;
And its hardly proper, because you We rcpeh'cd'
n, throw my false teeth into my race.
DDa't tear the ruthe off that lace!
rs vastly pretty to see you rave,
Your ewes are so bright, and your sweet lips sting
I'm, th. truth is Jones' If you don't sehare
III draw still tighter the apron-strlns
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