Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1868-09-25

| ever IOOkCu LOT. AB IOI muIucTb anu
burglarics, free trade, and the state of the
crops, which filled the T, st Of the paper, |
cared not one button for any Of them.
However Tom said II was worth looking
at, and there was such peculiar express
sion in his face rs he said 30, that | sent
for the paper the moment he had gone.
looked TO "pOets' corner" and read the
following;
"To W. r.
| Youth Of the talents rich and rare,
Poet OF exalted mind,
| Thnkcst thou the azure orbs
Are to thy PROJECTIONS blindf
| Poet dost thou wish to end
| What so well thou hast beguni
Remember tits not hers to iG0O,
But, Hh believe she may bo aeon! 1. P'
| | read this once again, and was so fran
tic with delight that | shouted " "Huzzah"
| Whereupon one Of the partners in the
bank, very quiet old gentleman, rushed
| into the room, eXclaiming,
Good heavens Mr.. Trips, what g the
matter ?"
am sure cannot recollect what / said
in reply. My explanation was, | fear,
very unsatisfactory, for the old gentleman
left the room muttrring something about
"a strait waistcOat" But ! cared nothing
for all the old gentl men in the world ut
that moment The signature was l. p"
too She had seen my verses--she had re-
plied-she could love me, then-she should
be mine.
That evening sat by Lavinia as she
poured out tea Tor us in her papa's draw
ing room BY the way, | must confess
that she made very bad tea; II was undo
niably "sloppy." But she had soul
above tea and, in my opinion, II was a
dissertation of that lovely form to stick II
| down to a tea-iable at all
"ls there anything new In the County
Herald this week, Mr. TrippsY" asked La
vinia, in the calmest and coolest of tones
| was really staggered and almost shocked
ut her imperturbability. However, | re-
| piled
"lndeed, there is" with an accent and
| glance which | expected to make her
fair check mantle with bushes, | was
mistaken, though, for she never colored Mt
all while she asked
| "What Is itP What is the suhiectP"
| No hang it, thought, this toOR't do.
| may have been rather too diflident at
first, and of course it was very kind Of her
to help me on little. But To ask me to
| tell her that these are her own verses adj
dressed to me--upon my soul don't think
| it's quite delicate, Suddenly the idea
struck me that she did not expect her
verses to appear this week However,
|
and returned with a little volume bound,
in pale blue satin, claborately gilt, and
entitled 1.-THE Loves of the Flowers
"Have YOU seen this ?" she inquired.
had not and may remark that have
never been able to find any one that had,
excepting Lavinia herself; which only
proves, Of course, that II was very rare
work.
Lavinia declared that it was excellent
full of the true pathos; the work evidently
of one who had loved and suffered, she
said, with sigh that seemed to insinuate
that she herself had loved and suffered
My heart began humping again | gave
her such look | think she felt It's
meaning, for she cast down her eyes.
grew bolder.
Miss Primrose" l said, "a heart like
yours could be thoroughly and deservedly
appreciated by but few, Yet methinks
there is one who would prize such u iewe
beyond" here | stammrred a little and
said, "anything" Coufound IL ! the poet
ry never will come at the right moment
Lavinia began to blush now in earnest
My courage increased.
"Believe me, dear Miss Primrose, may
l say k.aviniaS believe me, l am no
"Trumpr shouted that Papa Primros,
again, humping down card and scatter
ing all my poetry and all my "pluck" Il
the winds together
What | said afterwards never hav,
been able to recolloc, only know that
} suffered qawfullv, while Lavinia blushe,
| and stared and murmured something abou
my being mistaken" Whrreuphn
began TO feel almost indignant ant
alluded, in rather plain terms, TO her own
verses
Inever shall forget her admirably acted
(for of course it to.Is acted look of amaze
ment, as she asked me what | meant
Never shall | forget my own embarrass
ment when l had actually to recite her own
verses To her, AT the conclusion she posi-
! lively burst out into 1T of laughter
whbeh drew upon us the notice Of the whist
. table; and old Primrose asked
' whats the joke, ehy" q Ike, indeed 4
lnvinia replied" Oh, MIR, Trips IL
r say ing such drnll things" and never shal
| forget her malicious look at me as she
spoke
!, Next day applied for months holi
d day, and started up tn town to get away
= from the scene of my discontinue anC
IS my ruined hopes. was thorough,
l. wretched, and wrote pages of blank verS,
o cursing fate and Cupid, and woman kind
d and everything but my own folly,
a One morning, the general post brough
6 me letter with the Bndalming post-maTk
II II was from Tom Bagshaw, and as fol
Q lows:
! "DEAR WALsY,-Congratulate me
d am happy man. | am going to MARI
g the Primrose. The old gentlemen cor
4, sents like n trump, as he Is, aud come
down with decent subsidy ON the occa
T. sion, But then you know my own pros
:, poets are deYilish good However, I Rr
not going TO trouble you with list of ou
arrangements, My principle object is I
beg you TO come down aud be my groom'
man. We are 20 be spliced ON the fourt
of next month. | am sure you won't II
fuse, old fellow, will yonl By the by,
were you not little spoony in that quar-
ter yourself ouceg l think so; but yO
needn't be afraid or ashamed of i-fo
Liyvy is girl any man might be proud q
though hdrs Quizzed her pretty wei
as you know. But that's all over now
and, like a good little girl. she has give
up The Loves of the Flowers and
studying Soyer's Modern Housewife in
stead Ever yours, dear Walsy,
THos BAGsHAw."
"P. S.-By-the-way / hope you hav'
4 forgiven M for the h AK about the verse;
s t. " r. give you INV WORT of hnn"I
Y they IRE ihe Only sp' ciulens of rhy me
ever attempted in an, lit, v
hope be reader DOES MT suppose thai
Ih,li'y we'd in this miserable subb rlii2o, or
J that doubt 10 this day that LiSinia Prim-