Nashville union and American. [volume] (Nashville, Tenn.) 1868-1875, 1873-07-08
pARAGRAPHICaE.

A young country beau came. 10 town
Saturday night fol, The purpose of getting a
new suit OF Clothes in order to '.eut a
swelp' the next day. Il was bis first 7isit
to Nashville since the appearance of the
| cholera here, and he became so uneasy du-
| ring his stay that he could hardly wait to
have his purchase tied up. He then mount
| ed his horse and moved off as though he
| were going for doctc'.
| The untiiheIy death Of fisat ard dear
friend is the only thing in this fife more sad
and depressing than the grammar and gene
raj architecture of the followin- p ragraph,
clipped from country exchange: "Much
of the corn crop is badly bowed down by
the wind and rain, on Monday night"
Our churches last Sunday were much
better attended than upon any previous
Sunday for month past, and cur streets
during the last three days I've presented a
very lively appearance,
| A wealthy Nashville lady was advised by
her friends to not marry a gentleman to
whom she was engaged, IS they claimed
that he was going TO marry her on account
| of her wealth. "Don't marry him aud give
him all your money!" said they. 'I'm not
going to give hifn all rhy money" sic rep'i-
ed, 81 Intend to only give him 100000,
and keep S 10000 for myself"
! Nashville housekeepers look with good
deal of suspicion tipdn the ptilverized sugsr
which is sold here. They, sly tbst II they
| were satisfied that the -four with which
said sugar is so largely adulterated, is of
the best quality of family flour, snd if the
chslk which is SO freely mi-ed with 1t was
| ground a little finer, they would use the
sugar with more confidence.
| A gu hing poetess was kissed not long
since by a young fellow who mistook her
! for younger sister. l. was such novel
experience with the poetess that she
couldn't KEEP the affair secret, but rushed
madly into print, with this description OF
| her cenSa,iops.
IYOu kissed mel My head dropped low on your
breast,
With feeling of shelter and infinite rest,
While the holy emotion my tongue dared not
Flashed up like flame from my heart to my
cheek.
Your arms held me fast OIL your arms were so
Heart beat against heart in their passionate hold
Your glances seemed drawing my soul through
my eyes,
And your lips chung to me till prayed in my
bliss
They might never unclasp from that rapturous
kiss
You kissed me! My soul in bliss so divine,
Reeled and swooned-like Abolish man drunken
with wine,
And l thought 'twere delicious to die then, if
death
Would come while my mouth was yet moist with
your breath;
'Twere delicious 10 die if my heart might grow
cold
While your arms wrapped me round in that pas
siOnate fold.
And these are the questions ask, day and night:
NJ ust my life taste but once such exquisite de-
light ?
Would you care if your breast were my shelter
as then?
And if you were here would you kiss me again?"
1t is to be hoped that the conundrums
propouDded By that sentim ntal and flut-
tering old maid will be answered by the
person addressed, in a satisfactory manner.
The writer kissed 4 girl ouce, but she vas
not poetess, and she didn't go and make
the matter public; she merely struggled a
liule-a Uery litile-and gently murmu:ed:
"Can't you 90 wy aud let Teller alone?