Juniata sentinel. [volume] (Mifflintown, Pa.) 1846-1873, 1873-07-16
Poetry.
A Hands,mer Man than Me.

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And to- see The way they eat,
Makes me like eating feel;
But if Jane won't stay tonight,
/ can not make out a meal.
Well said; the door is locked,
But here she's left the key,
Under the step, in place
Known only TO her and me.
| wonder who's dying or dead,
That she's BUSTED off pell-mell;
But here on the tables note,
And probably this will tell
Good God my wife is gone,
Ny wife is gone astray,
The letter, it says, Goodbye.
For am going away;
have lived with you six months,
And thus far have been true;
But I'm going away this day
With handsomer man than you
With a handsomer man than me
Why that amt much to say.
There are handsomer men than me
Go by here every day;
There are handsomer men than me,
| am not of the handsomer kind;
But q lovinger man than me
l guess you'll never fud.
Curse her, curse her, l say,
And give my curses wings;
May the words of love spoke
Be turned TO scorpions stings.
o, she filed my heart with joy,
She emptied my heart OF doubt,
And now with the scratch Of pen
She's let uy hearts blood out.
Curse her, curse her, say /,
She will some time rue this day;
She'll some time learn that hate
Is q game that two can play;
And long before she dies
She'll g,ieve she ever was born;
And I'll plow her grave with hate
And seed it down with scorn.
As sure as the world goes on,
There'll come time when she
Will read the Devilish heart
OF that handsomer man than me;
And therell be a time when he
Will find, as others do,
That she who is false to one
Can be the same TO two.
And when her face grows pale,
And when Ler eyes grow dim,
And when he's tired of her,
And when she's tired of him,
She'll do what she ought TO have done,
She'll duly count the cost,
And then she'll see things clear,
And know what she Las lost.
And thoughts that now are asleep,
Will wake up in her mind.
And she will moan and cry,
For what she has left behind.
And maybe she may some time
Long for me but, no.
/ have blotted her out of my heart,
And will not have it 50.
Yet in her girlish heart
There was something or other che had,
That fastened man to her,
And wasn't entirely bad.
And she loved NE little, / think,
Although it did not last.
But mustn't of these things think,
I've buried them in the past.
I'll take ny hard words back,
Nor make bad matters worse;
She'll have trouble enough,
She shall not have my curses.
But I'll live life 50 square,
And l we'll know that can,
That she always will sorry be
That she went with that handsomer man.
All, hal here's her kitchen dress,
1t makes my poor eyes blurr
1t seems when look at it,
As if it was holding her.
And here are her week day shoes,
And there is her week day hat.
And yonder's her wedding gown,
Iwonder ske didn't take that.
Twas only this m orning she came
And called me her dearest dear,
And said was making for her
A regular paradise here.
o, God if you want man
To feel the pains of hell,
Before you pitch him in
Just keep him in heaven n spell.
Good bye; wish that death
Had severed US two apart;
You have lost a worship here,
You have crushed loving heart.
I'll worship no woman again,
But guess I'll learn to pray
And kneel, as you used to kneel
Before you ran away.
And if / thought could bring
Ny words on heaven to bear,
Aud if thought had
Some little influence there,
would pray that might be,
If it only could be go,
As gay and happy as was
A half an hour ago.
4. (JANE RETURNS
Why, John, what litter here,
You've thrown things all around;
Come, what's the matter now,
And what have you lost or found
And here's my father, here,
A waiting for supper, too;
And have been riding with him,
He's that bandsomer man than you.
Alb, ha pa, take seat,
While put the kettle on,
And get things ready for tea,
And kiss my dear old John.
Why, John, you look SO strange,
Come, what has crossed your track i!
Twas only joking, you know,
am willing to take it back