Weekly Trinity journal., 1870-11-12
Written for the TRINITY JOURNAL
e L L G AN NTIN e.
BY MADAM ANN BISHOP.

Than Elegantine Won Der Schmidt,
Whose mother was queen
OF fashion, in her younger days,
In proud Manhattan's Isle.
There first she saw young Won Der Schmidt
There first he sized her pile
But her proud father sternly swore
His daughter should not wed
Dancing Master penniless,
And so, one night, they fed
Across East Rivers straits, unto
The City of the Spires
And there got hitched for worse and worse
At an obliging Squire's.
A year of Want had passed away
Our heroine was born
They bore her to her Grand-pa's s halls
But he ousted them with scorn.
firing, at length, to see his child
suppliant at his gate;
He tickets bought and shipped them off
Unto the Golden State.
But Won Der Schmidt was too high strung
To do laborous work
SO he tried road-agency, and soon
Got strung up with jerk.
His wretched, woe-worn widow lay
Upon her dying bed;
She called her daughter to her side,
And sorrowfully said
Friendless, you soon will be, my child,
In this bleak world of woe
For haste to a better world,
And gladly would go
But for my tender darlings sake.
Now list, my little one,
While | conjure you to avoid
The rock split upon.
" Your mother married foolshly,
Against her fathers will
Disgrace and bitter poverty
Her punishment do fill.
Kneel down, my child, upon your knees,
And let me clasp your hand
Now swear, you never, never will
Before the Altar stand
With mortal man, unless he owns
Al least dry-goods store
Or bonds, or lands or gold enough,
Your comfort to insure"
Young Elegantine took the oath,
And sealed it with kiss
Her mother ded-the years rolled OH
She grew blooming Miss.
And suitors came and some of them
She held in high esteem
But gave her heart to Nose alone
Who drove livery team.
Now barred the vow-for Nose was poor
No gold, no lands, no notes;
His monthly wages scarce suflced
To pay for his wild oats.
By her advice, he quit his place,
And bought sluicing claim
1t failed-he tried drifting one
But that was all the same.
He next went peddlng books and then
lie started an express
But each new effort did but add
Unto their deep distress.
They next invested all their funds
In the late lottery
But never prize did either draw
Then with sigh said she:
" Alas, alas the fatal vow
Must a virgin pine,
While you so long that was yours,
And that you were mneY'
Then Nose exclaimed, " If was learned,
Some papers Staff I'd get upon,
And write prose tales, like T. L. Jones,
Or verse, like Anna Morrison
I" Oh, no ~ said Elegantine, mo
Authors are thick as heas
Better go prospecting for quartz,
Than nibbe scribblers cheese
d" Sir Richard Hillrocks and the Coon
Have lately struck vein,
Which promises exceeding WE'LL
And shows free gold quite plain
I'm go" said Nose, and off he went
To the base of Shon-sho-loo,
And there two weeks he trying spent
Too find a rich lead too
AT length he struck it-yes, as rich
As new beginners dream
He christened it " The Lovers Lode"
And il lifted a load from him
He filled sack with specimens,
(No wildcat about that)
Then started for the settlements,
And soon reached Blanchard's Flat.
There Uaquero he beheld
A-driving up his stock
He hailed him with civiity,
And emptied out his rock.
" The vein is four feet wide, and grows
Thicker as you sink down
Timber and water on the ground,
And fine site for town P'
The gittering ore spoke for itself
And showed il was no joke
They scrutinized and hefted it
At length the herdsman spoke
" Those fertile acres, rolling wide
This iron-grey steed-those yearlings fat
III give you half interest in,
For twenty running feet of that"
They closed the bargain and Nose stad
AT his new home, to pass the night,
And then for Weaver and his Love
He hastened off at early light
Scarce had he ridden half league,
Alas, for his intended bride y
He saw a lovelier, fairer maid =
His love for Eegantine died.
Poor, foolish boy away to throw
A whole, an undivided heart,
To struggle with a score of beaux,
To struggle for a twentieth part.
1t broke poor Elegantnes heart
Ii filled her soul with misery
She vowed from man to live apart
Secluded in a nunnery.
False Nose still lives a bachelor,
4 r L.. 10 L