The democrat. [volume] (Weston, W. Va.) 1868-1874, 1869-11-15
OUR CcSNlELIA.
The Course Of True Love never does
Run Smooth.


BY her side to BOgvillc meeting -housc,
the observed Of all observers; the cyuo.
sure Of all eyes, etc.
The belle of BOgville was she, our Cos
mclia, aud as pretty lump Of a gill as
our State could turn out. Hair like the
last rays of the setting sun, shining OF
rcd barn; eyes which rivaicd her mothers
i"digO-bag (n color We mean y nose
slightly turning upward. as though it
5 orncd the ''baseness and corruption Of
this vale Of tear this wick ed kru-cl
world" rs Parsou Doggy calls it. But
those lips! Get out with your straw
berries and cream, and picked onions,
aud crabapple-pie, and roast potatoes, and
sugar-house mOlasscs! Take en- away.
for they are no use alongside them lips of
hers: o. how We used to dwell on en-
hew We used to liuger round there and sip
OF the sweetness, as the little busy bee
does from every passing flower, as the
poet remarks And those kisses We gath
cred from them lips were Just as sticky
with sweetness as Spaulding'S glue. Our
lips used to stick together Cor two hours,
after we-sipped at tue lips Of she.
But our love h'd two cruel parents,
and they both liked US not, because our
great grandfather peddled onions. We
never went to Cosnelia's domicil when
The cruel parents were around, because
we were afraid to trust ourself in the pa
tcrnal authors presence, for VIC know full
we'll harm might come to hi,n-ot US.
So we met our love out, and we sat with
her beneath the northwest angle Of the
pig-pen, and We poured out our lcve unto
each other. while the cruel authors knew
not that such was the case.
aud oft in the Silly night We went
hither and seated ourself beneath those
pig-pen, bathed in the golden rays of pale
Luna, and when the kitcheu-clock chimed
the hour OF eight, Cosmetic would come
out to US with lots of kisses, and whole
pumkin-pic wrapped up in her apron.
Then We would Just take kiss and bite
of pc altcrnatiEely; but the kisses always
- lasted the longest
The cruel parents did not know that
ills was thus, and they sat side by side
and talked not nicely Of that scalawag Of
{. Smokes, while that scalawag of a
Smokes sat by the side OF their hundred
and sixty pounds of darter, with his right
hand III bern, and his left arm around
c where she went to waist. Such was the
eSae::
One beautiful night in June, when all
nature was in tune, we sat expecting our
lose soon; and she came with big pie
aud come news. The pie was good. bu:
the news vas better. We bit the southeast
corner out Of the pie, and then asked for
the news, and the news Was this: The
cruel parients were going away on the
morrow to visit their aunt Mehitable.
This was good news for US, and We went
outside of the southwest corner of the pie,
and washed it down with kiss from the
lips of Cosmetic.
"Then you can spend the whole day
with me-" said she, 'and will take you
into my coy little psFlor-my bower Of
love- call it-and you may sit by my
side and eat pieand kiss me all day long,
and I will play Captain Jinks. for thee on
my guitar"
Heavens, what bliss ~ said we, and
then we went around the northeast corner
Of the pie.
"And I'll show you all my books, "
continued our love, 'Bunyan's Pilgrims
Progress Barnes Notes. last Jear's
almana and sweet dime novel; and !
will read to thee Of its splendid hero,
'Ralpho De Gust&vus Tari2u Fitz-Boots
the brave
"O!-con such happiness be ourn ~
articulated we, and then We disposed o.
the northwest corner of the pie, and the
was no moro.
The domicil Of our love was rather 4
small dom. There wasn'tany spare room
around it. The chimney and stairway
occupied one side of 1.-THE outside.
This was done to make more room inside
fur Cosmelia and her cruel parents.
When VIC wendell our way hither, on the
bright and sunny morrow, the paternal
authors were gone, and Cosmelia conduc-
ted US to her bower Of love, it was indeed
a bower oflove-tcn feet by SIX, rag
carpet on the floor, q picture Of a very fat
Cupid on the wall, and beautiful view
from the only window in the bower Of a
lone and solitary piggy roofing in . tur-
nip patch. Cosmetic informed US that
she had her bower on the second floor
solely on account Of this beautiful view,
and we admired our loves taste go much,
and then we kissed her for her authors
and leaned our weary head on her affec-
tomato shoulder, while she read swOctly
to US of Pilgrim Bunyan's Progress:
How conteuted we felt, with goodwill
to all mankind land woman ditto) as we
sat thus and listened to the musical voice
Of she who had promised 10 share our
troubles, and sorrows. and potatoes and
stamps, and sew on our buttons for life.
Yes, It's true, we felt like fy in whole
barrel Of New Orleans sugar. or as bee,
as 'twere on . rosebud. 81
40, we felt just as happy ms a big sunfower."
. Yes, We did; and We were about to
rather anofher kics FROM orr lore when