Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1871-11-15

on course the young lady had beaux by the score,
All that she wanted,-what girl could ask more?
Lovers that sighed, and lovers that swore
Lovers that danced, and lovers that played
Men of profession, of leisure and trade
But one, who destined to take the high part
OF holding that mythical treasure, her heart
This lover-the wonder and envy of town
Was practicing chemist fellow called Brown.
might here remark that twas doubted by many,
In regard to the heart, il Miss Addie had any;
But no one could look in that eloquent face,
With its exquisite outline and features of grace,
And mark through the transparent skin, how the tide
Fbbed and flowed at the impulse of passion or pride;
None could look who believed in the bloods circula-
ton
As argued by Harvey buI saw confirmation,
That here at least, Nature had triumphed Ger art,
And, as far complexion went, she had heart.
But this par parenthesis Brown was the man
Preferred If all others to carry her fan,
Hook her glove drape her shawl and do all that belle
MAY demand Of the lover she wants TO treat we'll
Folks wondered and stared that fellow called
Brown
Abstracted and solemn, in manner a clown,
III dressed, with a lingering smell of the shop
Should appear as her escort at party or hop
Some swore he had cooked up some yllainous charm,
Or love philter not IN the regular Pharm-
ACopea and thus from pure D,ai5o pJepe,tSe,
Had bewitehed and bamboozled the young lady's
sense
others thought with more reason the secret to lie
In magical wash or indelible dye;
While Society, with its censorious eye
And judgment impartial, stood ready to damn
For a fortnight the townsfoIk had all been agog
With party, the finest the season had seen,
To be given in honor of Miss Pollywog,
Who was Just coming out as belle of sixteen.
The guests were invited; but one night before
carriage drew up at the modest back-door
OF Browns Iab-ratcry. and full in the glare
OF a big purple bottle, some closely-veiled tair
Aighted aud entered: to make matters plain,
Spite Of all wells and disgusestwas Addie DeLaine
As a bower for true love twas hardly the one
That a lady would choose to be wooed in won;
No Odor of rose or sweet jessamiDe's sigh
Breathed fragrance to haow their pledge of trOth
Nor the balm that exhaIes from the odorous thyme
But the gaseous illusions of chloride of lime
And Salts which your chemist delights to explain
As the base of the smell of the rose and the drain
Think of this 0 We lovers of sweetness and know
What you smell, when you snuff up Lubin or
Pinaud.
I pass by the greetings the transports and bliss,
Which, of course, duly follow meeting like this,
And come down to business-for such the intent
OF the lady who now DER the crucible leant,
In the glow of a furnace of carbon and lime
Like fairy called up in the new pantamme;
And give but her words as she coyly looked down,
In reply to the questioning glances of Brown:
81 am taking the drops, and am uslng the IA ste
And the little white powders that had sweet taste
Which you told me would brighten the glance of my
eye,
And the depilatory, and also the dye,
And I'm charmed with the trial; and now, my deal
Brown.
I have one other fayor,-now, ducly, don't frown
Only one, for a chemist and genius like you
But trife, and one you easily can do.
Now listen: tomorrow, You know, is the night
OF the birthday soiree of that Pollywog fright;
And I'm to be there, and the dress I shall wear
Is too lovely: but "'E But what then, chere!"
Said Brown, as the lady came to full stop,
And glanced round the shelves of the little back
shop.
Well want want something to fill out the skirt
To the proper dimensions, without being grit
Tn 4 stiff q q
That shows through ones skirt like the bars of a
Something light that lady may waltz in, or polk
With freedom that none but you masculine folk
Ever know. For, however Door woman aspires,
She's always bound down to the earth by these
wires.
Are you listening? nonsense! don't stare like a
spoon,
Idiotic some light thing, and spacious and soon
Something hke-wel, in faet-something like bal
Here she paused; and here Brown, overcome by
surprise,
Gave doubling assent with still wondering eyes,
And the lady departed. But just at the door
Something happened-'tis true, it had happened be-
In this sanctrn of science,-a sibilant sound,
Like element just from its tramInels unbound,
Or two substances that their atfnities found
The night Of the anxiously looked-for s0iree
Had come, with its fair ones in gorgeous array =;
With the rattle of wheels, and the tinkle OF bells,
And the How Go ye dos and g Hope you are
wells; -
You give as you hang your best hat on the hook
The rush of hot air as the door opens wide;
And your entry-tlat blending of self possessed
pride
And humility shown your perfect-bred stare.
At the folk, as if wondering how they got there;
With other tricks worthy of Vanity Fair.
Meanwhile that safe topic, the heat Of the room,
Already was losing its freshness and bloom;
Young people were y4vHing, and wondering when
The dance would come off, and why didn't it then
When vague expectation was thrilling the crowd,
10, the door swung its hinges with utterance proud
And POmpey announced, with trUmpet-like strain,
Ihe entrance Of Brown and Miss Addie De Lame.
She entered: but, oh, how imperfect the verb
TO express to the senses Der movement superb!
TO say that she . sailed i'll clearly might tell
Her grace in its hUoyant and billOwy SWELL
Her robe was vague circumanbient space,
With shadowy boundaries made Of pOnt-iace.
The rest was but guess-wOrk. and well might defy
The power of critical feminine eye
To define or describe; twere as futile to try
The gossamer web of the cirrus to trace.
Floating far in the blue OF a warm summer sky.
Midst the humIning OF praises and gancs of beaIlx
That greet our fair maid wherever she goes,
Brown slipped like shadow GRIM silent and black,
with look of anxiety close in her track,
Once be whispered aside in her delicate ear,
sentence Of warning,-it might he of fear
Don't stand in drauGht, if you value your life -
tNothlag more-such advice might be given your
wife
Or your sweetheart in times of bronchitis and cough,
without mystery, romance, or frivolous scotf.)
But bark to the music: the dance has begun.
The elosely-draped windows wide open are flung;
The notes Of the piccolo, joyous and Ii Int,
Like bubbles burst forth the warm summer night
Round about 90 the dancers in circles they fly:
Trip, "trip, go their feet their skirts eddy by;
And swifter and lighter, but somewhat too plain.
Whlsks the fair circnyOlYing Miss Addie De Lame
Taslioni and Cerito wei might have pined
tcr tue yigor and ease that her movements COM
bined;
Fen Rigelbocb never flung higher her robe
In the naughtiest city that's known on the globe.
Twas amazing, twas sCdnduIous lost in surprise
some opened their mouths, and few shut their eyes
But bark! At the moment Miss Addie De Laine
CIrcling round at the outer edge OF an ellipse
winch brought her fair form to the window again,
from the arms Of her partner incautiousIy sIipsi
And shrek fills the air, and The music is still,
Ana the crowd gather round where her partner
sun freHziedIy points from the window-siI
INTO space ana the night for Miss Addie gone
one like the bubble that bursts in the sun
Gone like the grain when the reaper is done:
Gcne Like the dew on the fresh morning grass
zone without parting farewell and alas
Gone with a flavor of Hydrogen Cas-
HnG9 the weather is pleasant you frequently meet
his trembling hand shading his Iaclz-Iustre owe
han bhnd with continually scanning the sky
Ltunlor points him as some astronomical sage.
ReperusinE by day the celestial page.
but the reader, sagacioGs, will recognize Brown
irving vainly to conjure his lost sweetheart down
ana learn the stern moral this story must teach
mat Genius may lift it's love out OF its reach
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Exposition In Moscow.
= international Exhibitions " are be-
coming the rage, and, unless we get up
something of the sort ON worthy scale
before long, we shall lose caste among
the nations. Last year there was an
exhibition at st. Petersburg which PROV
ed, 1t must be owned, doubtful sue
cess -; but the Russians, nothing daunt
ed are to have anew "Polytec6nic Elk
position at Moscow, in 1872. The