The Idaho world. [volume] (Idaho City, Idaho Territory) 1864-1918, 1870-12-01
THE FIRST WALTZ.

Thackeray thus describes a first waltz, in
Germany, with q German girl:
| stepped up to Dorothea. Heavens! how
beautifully she looked! and how archly she
smiled, as, with humping heart, asked her
hand for waltz! She took ont her little
mother-ofpearl dancing book, she wrote down
my name with her pencil, we were engaged
for the fourth waltz and till then left her for
other partners , .a.f a1
Who says that this first waltz is not ner.
vous moment? ] vow was more excited than
by any duel ever fought. / would not dance
any centre dance or gallop. Repeatedly went
to the buffet and got glasses of punch (dear
simple Germany! It's with rum.punch and egg
flip thy children strengthen themselves for the
dance )-I went into the ballroom and looked
the couples bounded before me, the music
clashed and rang into my ears-all was fiery,
feverish, indistinct. The cleaning white col.
umns, the polished oaken floors in which the
innumerable tapers were refected--all t0geth.
er swan before my eyes, and l was in pitch
of madness almost when the fourth waltz at
length came. "Will you dance with your
sword on?" said the sweetest voice i'm the
world. blushed, and stammered. and trem.
bled, as laid down that weapon and my cap,
and hark! the music began!
O. how my hand trembled as / placed it
around the waist of Dorothea! With my left
hand took her right,-did she squeeze iti
think she did-to this day think she did.
Away we went; we tripped over the polished
floor like two young fairies. Courage" said
she, with her sweet smile; then it was heard
-" lie dances like an Englishman," from one;
aud "Oh, my, yes!' says another. On we
went, twirling and twisting, and turning and
whrlng; couple after couple dropped painting
/ Ia ohl:U
to give in. ALI eyes were upon us,-we were
going round alone. Dorothea was almost ex-
hausted when
have been sitting for two hours since
marked the asterisks, MISUNDERSTANDING.
have committed crimes in my life-whO hasn't!
But talk of remorse, what remorse is there
like that which rushes up in a flood to my brain
sometimes when am alone, and causes me to
blush when I'm abed in the darka ..-
/ fell, sir, on that Internal slippery floor.
Down we came like shot: we rolled over and
over in the middle of the ballroom, the music
going ten miles an hour, eight hundred pairs
of eyes fixed upon us, a cursed shrek of laugh
ter bursting out from all sides. Heavens how
clear heard it, as we went rolling and rolling
and rolling "Mychild my Dorothea shriek-
ed out Madame Speck. rushing forward; and
as soon as she had breath TO do SO, Dorothea,
Of course, screamed too; then she tainted,
then she was disentanged from out my spurs,
and bore off by a bevy of tittenng women.
" Clumsy brute." said Madame Speck, turning
her fat back upon me. remained upon seaat.
wild, ghastly, looking about. Tt was all up
with mel knew it was / wished could
have died there, and wish so STILL ss 80.
Klingenspokr married her, that Is the long
and short: but before that event / placed
across the young scoundrel's nose,
which destroyed his beauty forever "'
O Dorothea! you can't forgive me-you
oughtn't to forgive me; but love you madly
still.