Public ledger. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1865-1893, 1869-09-29
"A Domestic COmedy-The Danger Of
Scribbling AmatOry Poetry ON
Wrapping Paper In New York.

ScrIDDIlmS Am6tOfy FOetry Oh
Wrapping Paper In New York.
A we'll known dry goods establish
ment was the scene of an extremely
comical incident day or two since. 1t
appears that one of the salesmen recent
y welded the idol Of his heart, and con-
|sequently his mind is greatly absorbed
in the contemplation of his happiness.
Like another Orlando, he loves his Rosa
lind 80 well that the secret of bis passion
will not abide with him, and he must
even confide it to his surroundings. But.
instead of carving the poetical effusions
of his lovesick heart on the trees of the
forest, he has been wont to impart them
to little scraps of paper, on which, dur
ing his leisure moments, he would PEN
Gil such tender things as
Two souls with but single thought,
Two hearts that beat as one.
Or such passionate things as
To thee I've breathed my bosom's VOWS.
I've poured its fondest sigh
Two sworn BY thine own lovely brow
To live. or for thee die.
Or such lovely things as
As are The concealed comforts of man
Locked up in woman's love.
Scraps of paper thus scribbled upon
always covered the counter and shelves
in the vicinity where our Benedict fnea-
sured silks and fine linen, and were the
source of ne little amusement to the rest
of the store employees.
On Saturday afternoon last, while the
establishment was crowded with custo-
mers, and everybody was so busy that
Orlando did not find sufficient time even
to indite single line to his most adored,
an excited individual, with his cravat
askew, his hair disheYelled, and desire
for blood, visible in each line of his eoun-
tenance, rushed into the place and
struck an attitude of defiance in the mid
die of the floor. In bis uplifted right
hand he held fragment of brown wrap
ping paper, and after cutting pigeon
wing or two, he rushed frantically to-
wards our poetic acquaintance and thrust
the paper in his face. with the remark
"Did you write that2' The young sales
man glanced at the ominous paper, and
with faint and sickly smile, acknowl-
edged that it was his scris bling.
W eli, sir, feadd it; / want yyoar og;-
ployers to know what sort of man they
have got in their store. Read it aloud /
say"
Everybody in the establishment had
now congregated about the two men and
the young man, as bidden, read
Come in the evening or come in the morning,
Come when your looked for or come without
Kisses and welcome shall be there before you,
And the oftener you come here the more I'll
adore you.
"There, sir" continued the excited in
truder, how dare you give such stuff to
my wife my wife whom adorep You
wretch And with that be reached for
the hair of the poet His intention was
intertered with, however, and as soon as
the young gentleman had conquered his
confusion, he went into an explanation,
which, in the end, proved satisfactory. It
appeared that his effusion, intended to
convey the feelings he entertained for his
own wife, had accidentally been wrapped
up with the dress pattern Of the irate hus-
bands wife, and, on opening the package
at the house, it dropped on the floor.
The contents were greedily devoured by
the somewhat jealous husband, and the
wife vas taken to task. She, of course,
denied oil knoylOdgp Of the matter, and
his wrath then turned upon the perpe
traitor 1t is, perhaps, needless to say that
poetic scribbliDg is tabooed in that es-
tablishment.