Nashville union and American. [volume] (Nashville, Tenn.) 1868-1875, 1873-05-01
PARAGRAPHICAL.

A lady in this city gets rid Of sewing
machine agents by telling them there is
smallpox Ia the house.
8 A Nashville youth, not entirely Unknown
to fame, his name being household word In
police circles, has somewhat peculiar
hab of shouting ssssWolfv' when be gets on
high, which occasions, we regret to state,
are not like angels visits as to their fire.
quency. g4.affa1g sof 50 8
A High street juvenile is in a quandary
as to the profession he shall adop. for q
liveliho1 3D., He has some inclination to-
wards the law, fully realizing that there are
certain advantages peculiar 10 that pursuit,
which can be obtained in no other, but at
the same time he knows that be has natu-
raj talents and tastes. which would insure
bis success in life. as the proprietor Of a
butchers stall in the Markethouse, and he
has almost decided upon the last named
vocation. .s,..t~..--- T2 s0e
g A Nashville cigar store has been decorat-
ed with handsome female figure, gorgeous
and bewitching in all the beauty paint of
half dozen colors, artis.ically applied, can
bestow. This beautiful figure is also pro-
vided with coquettish little apron, ard
upon said apron is inscribed this legend:
ga. Johnston, Painter" 1t is plain to be
seen that the a. tist made mistake, for he
evidently meant to say: "a Johnston
Painted her.''
There is lively young lady in this city,
who, when she wishes to speak in terms of
highest praise of a gentleman acquaintance,
says SHE'S Just as nice as piece Of choc-
olate caken Could any one ask for more?
A Nashville young lady writes TO us for
advice. She says that she is only fifteen
years of age, but for three years past she
has felt that she possesses poetic talent,
which should not be hidden from the world,
and that she is now seriously considering
the propriety of issuing volume of her own
poetical productions, and it is upon this
point she asks advice. AS sample of
what she is capable of, she sends this gem:
Fleeting be their joys,
Who put their trust in boys
And believed, because he said he'd come
That he loould come"
We bid that young lady perseVere; she
has the true poetic fire, and, in addition to
this, she has style peculiarly her own
she occupies a Geld never before entered
upon. A careful examination of the works
of Byron, Shelley, Moore, Scott, Hemans,
Tennyson, Browning, Lougfellow, Whittier
and Holland, convinces US that neither of
those poets wrote anything at all like the
sample verse sent us. Even Walt Whit
man never attempted anything exactly like
it. There is lifetime of misery and
mental suffering compressed into those
four short lines and a dash,
and the sympathetic heart of
more than one gentle maiden will beat with
responsive thrill as she peruses those lines,
and let's her eye inger for moment on
that dash, - so simple in itself, yet how
significant! In the gem quoted, we dis
tinctly see fair young creature sitting at
an open window. She is neatly and taste
fully dressed. Her dark brown tresses are
fastened back with plain blue ribbon.
She has look Of expectancy and hope in
her luminous eyes, and pair of jet ear
rings in her ears. The fair young maiden
is evidently expecting some one, and as the
appearance of that person is strangely de-
layed, look of disappointment and
anguish passes across her polished
brow. The hours pass slowly
by, and the waiting one murmurs gently,
"Why don'5 he Gomez" The question is
not ansWered-it is never answered, but, as
heart broken creature rises from her seat
her hopes crushed, her ruffies and frills
crushed-and drsgs her weary footsteps to
her own apartment, and there she pours
four ! melancholy wall of anguish, and
gives relief to her overpowered feelings by
hastily penning the poetry we have quoted.
Her faith in the sscredness of mans prom
Use is broken. She "belieVed because he
said he'd come
That he io0uld come" and yet he hadn't
come. No wonder her sensitive young
heart is wrung and her fond spirit crushed.
Neither is it a matter of surprise, that, as
she rose from that weary vigil by the open
window, she looked haggard, careworD, and
fully day older than she seemed to be at
that hour the night previous. And he
the cause of all this mental suffering-what
was he doing as the weary hours OF waiting
dragged slowly by? Playing poker at five
cents ante.
1t is with feelings of the most exquisite
satisfaction that we give extended circula-
ton to the following paragraph, clipped
from the New York Express:
A reVengeful traveller on certain rail-
road in this State pack. d a caTpet-bag full
OF loaded reviewers, ana handed IL 70 gem
tlemanly baggage smasher, who had ruined
three or four trunks for him already. The
smasher flung the bag up against the wall
savagely, and then threw it on the floor
and stsmped>on it, and jumped up and
down on it, as usual. At about the fourth
jump firing began along the whole line.
Forty-six revolvers went off in rapid sue
cession, distributing bullets around The car
with disgusting carelessness Of the legs Of
the smasher, who was shot in six places
before he could get out Of the car. He rode
upon the platform during the whole OF that
trip; and when he did enter the car he in
cased his legs in stove pipe, and ran an IRON
clad snow-plow in front of him to push the
baggage out with. He smashes, perhaps,
fewer carpet-bags now than he once did in
the blissful past--much fewer; and he is
filed with gloom.