Buchanan County bulletin. [volume] (Independence, Iowa) 1869-1891, 1870-04-29

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| A PoErIc IxuNDArioN.-We are not sure
that We did not "put our foot in it," last
week when we admitted the "effusion" Of
"Cousin Belp' 70 our columns. A perfect
torrent Of doggerel has poured in upon MS,
the evidently painful productions Of youths
of dfy.6ve and under-whoss hearts beat
responsive 10 the young ~ lady's natfino.
NAL desires, and In which the necessities Of
poetic jingle sadly interfsres with the cohs.
rent expression Of he emotions with which
the hearts Of the authors are "husting."
Having in some sort committed ourselves 10
the fartherancs Of "Cousin Bells" quest Of
. husband, and matters Of local interest be.
ing for the nonce not pressing, We have con-
cluded to give place to two Of the most
tolerable of these amorous missives. The
writer OF the following il fore-doomed to re-
lection, and rightly if he thinks to catch
the maiden with the inducement offered in
the third line from the last:
TO ssCoUsIN BELL."
To your noble and generous offer I will reply,
Although not quite, bachelor am I,
But accept "hymsn's soft" and tender bands
would,
And call you the joy Of my soul if could.
OF the age you wish for am not though,
But by my looks you would not think SO;
For my face is all wriukled, my eyes aunk in,
Which show plainly where old slime" has been.
I'm not beauty, nor neither SO green
As these few lines to you may seem;
I am keen, witty, and ''connubially Inclined"
And handsome young "Belp" am trying to
find;
Yet am young, and gay, and good, and brown,
And my clark curly hair, oh +! it hangs straight
And "nary" ringlet can be found on my head,
But it's full of feathers and lint from the bed.
Well, let me look once more into the glass,
To behold my black moustaches in q mass; 4
But ah alas my cake is all dough,
For my face is just fuzzy, you must know.
O, do not reject me, for will "ha-ve"
Something to grow and something to shave
Within two weeks, if you will not curse
But take me for good or for worse.
My fortune is my face, and before you I am
Perhaps 'twould be better than to die an old
maid
To take me, if I'm not the chosen one,
And with these faint words remain your
John.
In private note the writer of the follow.
ing naively suggests that his Pegasus has
long ears, but whether that be so or not he
has control of the animal. There is 10th.
ing sacrificed to poetry in this.
TO "CoUsIN BELL"
Dear "Cousn Bell, your gay rhyming "ad,"
Has startled and almost bereft me Of nses;
I'm sadly unsettled, or else am quite mad,
So you'll excuse if mix up my lenses.
The fact is, my age is what might be called
tender,
Being "sweet thirty ive," I'm easily moved
By such appeals from the feminine gender,
As your frank avowal has readily proved.
I'm not homely, nor handsome, so the folks say,
Then agreed" is the word we'll adopt on that
score;
AS for wiusDwell I'm mirthful, and happy, and
gay,
In that I'm sure you'll not ask for more.
My eyes-don't you think you might learn to
like azure?
Hair black as tho raven, though the curls are
While the facial adernments are just to your
pleasure,
Not "phiz' like baby's, nor yet like . wo-
mans.
Ny age have told you-happiest hit Of the
whole,
For I'm not yet TOO old, nor am too young.
But stand in that pleasing middle ground on
the roll,
Between the extremes of which you have sung.
Of all your acquisitions" the above 6lls them
more neat.
Than any o the applicants for the conjugal
net
So now .step forward" throw myself at your
feet,
And assure you in candor "Barkes is rillin,
you bet.'" a
My business is such that times fully engrossed,
But III meet you next tryst day, you've ap-
pointed the place,
And I'll Bulletin this by return of the post;
You of course will allow the three days of
grace.
VARIETY.
Jesnp, Iova, Apri! 24tA, 1870.