Dodgeville chronicle. [volume] (Dodgeville, Wis.) 1862-current, 1868-09-25
TN. T. meaning Walsingam Trips,

| LADY with the f1axen locks,
| Clustering on thy snowy brow
Lady with the peary teeth,
Who SO beautiful as thou?
| Lady, when thine upward look
Those sweet azure orbs displays,
Who shall keep his heart unscath'd
Meath the lightning of their gazey
Art thou mortaY art thou not
From some brighter, purer sphere,
Sent TO raise our thoughts from earth
Sent to groyeling mortals here?
Lady, dare I think of thee
With sublunary emotion,
Feebly would my pen declare
All my fond, my deep, devotion.
But, alas could thy perfection
Cast one thought on such as II
All, no-away-the thought is madness
Hopeless, fearless, let me die'
& sent Lavinia copy, and l wondered
whether she would know whose initials
"W. T." were. / felt sure she would pity
| me if she did, for it was evident enough
that | was very miserable. However 1
had no one to confide in, for the only
conversable young man in the town was
| that horrid Tom Bagshaw, who positively
mutilated my copy of the above verses by
scratching out fearless" and sticking in
brainless" But he's a brute.
| Meanwhile the Primroses returned our
call, and then they invited us to take tea
with them, which we did; and then we
| invited them to take tea with us, which
they did. At about the second or third
interview my diff1dence began to wear of,
and ventured to talk my best to the
| lovely Lavinia. But I found myself woe
| fully behind her in some departments OF
| literature. She had read all the new
| novels, and all the new poetry, and talked
about poets whose names were quite un-
known to me.
s"You are fond of poetry, them" said
[, inquiringly.
al adore it, she replied at could
never live without it. I am sure if eyer I
lose my heart" she added, with the pref
test little blush in the world, " it will be
to a -" VA 49,: e tuf5E
"Trumpr p shouted papa Primrose, at
the whist table, dashing down a card, and
drowning with his hoarse voice the rest
of his daughters sentence. y
"Have you ever read the County Her.
aid %" asked after pause .iT
"Ah, no." she, exclaimed, II abhor
they're detestable.'
% ." Yes-exaotly so--but you see," I re-
piled, u" there is poets corner in the
County Herald where seaAa snps.
+, Where Mr.. Trips poetizes perhaps"
interrupted Lavinia with sly look,
while blushed like peony-" ali, that
alters the case. shall certainly read
the County Herald now. And that re-
minds me, some one sent me one-I must
look at il" a .-,aifg
My heart thumped as if it were deter
mined to come right through my waist
coat. s-7e4
A week afterwards I was sitting in the
Office when Tom BagshaW came to chat
with me.
"By the bye, Walsy," he said, have you
seen the Herald this week ?"a
had not; for the truth is, knew there
was nothing of mine in it, and that was all
Fiever looked for. AS for murders and
burglaries, free trade, and the state of the
crops, which filled the rest of the paper, I
cared not one button for any of them.
However Tom said it was worth looking
at, and there was such peculiar express
sion in his face as he said so, that l sent
for the paper the moment he had gone. I
looked to "poets' corner" and read the
following
W.T.. $50 r
Youth of the talents rich and rare, z4
| Poet of exalted mind,
| Thinkest thou the azure orbs
| Are to thy PROJECTIONS blind?
! &
| What so well thou hast begun?
Remember, tits not hers to 400,
But, ali believe she may be non! L. Pr
| read this once again, and was so fran
tic with delight that shouted Huzzah p
| Whereupon one of the partners in the
bank, very quiet old gentleman, rushed
! into the room, eXclaiming,
GOOD heavens! MIR. Trips, what s the
matter 2"
am sure | cannot recollect what said
in reply. My explanation was, fear,
very unsatisfactory, for the old gentleman
left the room muttering something about
"a strait waistcoat." But / cared nothing
for all the old gentlemen in the world at
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 I sat by Lavinia as she
poured out tea for us in her papas draw
ing-room. By the way, I must confess
that she made very bad tea it was unde-
niably " sloppy" But she had soul
above tea and, in my opinion, 1t was a
Dissertation of that lovely form to stick it
down to tea table at ALL
| as there anything new in the County
Herald this week, Mr.. Tripps?" asked La
vinia, in the calrlest and coolest of tones
/ was really staggered and almost shocked
at her imperturbability. However, re-
Piled 81 !. f. - $40 ee.5 &.
HIndeed, there is" with an accent and
glance which / expected to make her
fair cheek mantle with bushes. | was
mistaken, though, for she never colored at
all-while she asked Gss #"sSs.
! "What is it? What is the subject?"
No!-hang it! / thought, this pon't do.
| may have been rather too diffident 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,
| she had gone to another part Of the room,
and returned with little volume bound,
in pale blue satin, deliberately gilt, and
entitled /" The Loves of the Flowers" al
Have you seen this ?" she inquired.
| had not and | may. remark that have
never been able to find any one that had,
executing Lavinia herself; which only.
proves, of course, that it was very rare
work 81
Layinia declared that it was excellent;
full of the true pathos; the work evidently
of one who had loved and suffered, she
said, with a sigh that seemed to insinuate
that she herself had loved and suffered. :,
My heart began humping again; gave
her such a look! I think she felt its
meaning, for she cast down her eyes, I
grew holder. ,,..s -t