Norfolk day book. [volume] (Norfolk and Portsmouth Va.) 1868-1880, 1869-07-29

And | am sure a more perfect
type of such q dramatical pic
ture could not have been ex-
tant. Across the room | saw
the '1ndian Queen hanging
on the arm of the Lone Star,
in a very coquetish manner
and then on looking over the
room, what could have been
more charming than the Four
Seasons under the care { the
Forest King who seemed
Monarch of all he surveyed;'
but the browning beauty Of the
evening, was the Goddess of
Liberty waving her banner of
peace and good will, over the
! crowned heads OF the many
dancers, as they skipped on
Eight fantastic toe;' taking no
note of hours as they fitted by,
in that festive hall of plea
sure. The knight of the
Rejected Heart seemed partial
to the little Athens Maid, and
SO we really had a grand time.
l trying to patch UP the rents,
which he said a cruel woman
had made by leading him up
the fowery banks Of Hope, and
after getting to the top, where
the glittering jewel of love had
sparkled in all it's grandeur
then flashed, and knocked him
down an abyss of the darkest
despair. I then told him of an
enchanted river Of Eden lowell
ness, where the fair nymphs OF
beauty would pour out a balm
for all his wounds, and beneath
the banner Of Hope, he might
safely cross the Bridge OF
Signs, where Cupid-but here
he finished the sentence by
saying-'Oh, yes! a nymph has
already touched me with her
magic wand, and I am begin
ming to feel
Hes stole my heart away.
And placed it near to thine"
to which / replied that mine
was melting,
p "Like ice before the SUM-"
when he added
''Then soon they both will mingle into
! one"
just then bold Knight
passed me, calling himself the
'Dashing Cavalier and sang
into my ear
"Away, away you are all the same.
A smiling, futtering, jilting throng;"
which I resented with scornful
contempt as I firted off feeling
no real interest in any, save
the Rejected Heart who was
growing to be perfect chief
dancer of perfection, or the
mecca Of all my dreams, while
the rays of his wit reflected on
the inner shrine of my heart,
its wealth of splendor, for again
| Was thoroughly under the in
fuence-well | suppose it must
have been a wild dream of fan
cy.
All of that happy throng
seemed to lament the closing
march, the band struck up, and
the tramp of busy feet, maze q
sad sound to every ear--for
none could say with wiling
hearts good -night-Indeed my
knight seemed more of a friend
than a stranger, and when he
called on me
Maid of Athens ere We part,
Give, oh, give me back my heart;
but l had began almost to feel
that it was a treasure | was
10th to part with-Before I
spoke he caught my hand and
repeated in soft tremulous
voice, .....
'I'll praise, admire, and worship thee,
But must not, dare not, love again
What did he mean? who
could he be ? and then I dared
to ask him if he thought we had
ever met before-when he re-
piled, 'Our minds have met, and
trodden the paths of Imaginary
bliss, tangled in the letters of
admiration's golden dream, but
'woman's vows are wrote on
sand,' and so | suppose 'Lola
Lee will not wander far from
| the rest of sthe race of woman
kind I was almost struck
dumb; could it be possible that
my wiz a viz was 'Robby
Ross?' that | was as much
pleased with the real as the ide-