Marshall County Republican. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1856-1878, 1874-08-27
SWEET ARAMINTA.
From the Saturday Journal

Araminta Johnson is, without aues-
ton, lovely creature. She is just 20,
of a middle height, and blonde she
has a profusion OF fair hair worn in
coils, and thrown back to show to its
fullest extent the broad, high forehead !;
her nose is aquiline rich, natural
color glows upon her cheek, and her
blue eyes seem to possess the peculiar
faculty of being able to penetrate into
ones innermost thoughts. At least such
was the opinion / formed of Araminta
when she came with her mamma for the
first time to the fashionable church of
st. Little BENJAMIN. and
the pew-opener ushered them to the pew
Immediately in front of that in which I
sat-
They were new corners to the neigh
borhood, and, being unprovided with
the proper hymn books, it was my su-
preme fehr.sy to hand them those 1 pos
, sessed Never shall l forget the glance
viii. which my divinity favored me
men, the service being over, she re-
Iurned me the books. Ifell desperately
In love with the fair creature, and men
tally vowed that the remainder OF my
life should be dedicated to her.
AS fortune would have it, Araminta
and her mamma decided upon occupy
ing the pew into which they had at first
been shown, and Sunday after Sunday
my eyes drank of my beloved's beauty,
while nv ears were strained to catch the
sound of that sweet voice, which joined
In all the responses and with religious
fervor caroled forth its songs of praise.
Araminta and her mamma being up
permost in my thoughts, 1 felt com
PEELED to speak of them ere introducing
myself. As the readers intelligence
viii have noted, the writer of this nara
tive is at heart and by nature poet
lover of the beautiful and true but |
relentless fate has made him clerk to
etockbroker, and, as though that wa
not sufficient to drown the MINSTREL
song, he lad been dubbed by his god
fathers and godmothers Uriah.
Yes. Uriah Quick-such IS the nam
/ bear among my fellows but neithe
they nor the world in general est
mate the poetic ardor and lofty aspi
rations which lift me, eagle-like, abov
the common herd. Morning asd mid
day am grub delving among Consols
New Threes, Turks, Reduced Italians
Peruvians, and other sordid substant
alities but, with the closing of th
Office door behind me, and the echo c
my footsteps upon the pavement out
side. L divest myself of worldly assoc
atoms, and, extending my broad pinion'
take my fight Higher and higher soal
nv soul, as though twould reach til
other pole then, with sigh that show
my dearth, it sinks again to vulgar eartl
For time l am lost to all that is pas
ing around me. and not until l ente
my humble lodging do / become ava,
that a scanty and hurried dinner nece
states my lingering over. the fragral
Bohea.
Proud am to say that the heavenl
music which has swept my Tyre has NJ
been withheld from the breathin,
struggling mass aronnd me. To N
credit be it said, that | have affordt
the public an opportunity of listenir
to the sweetest harmonies mind ev'
conceived. Yes I have been In prin
NV work had for its title Mute Hear
bnrnings," which was at once catchil
and appropriate 20 the matter OF Il
poems. With respect to the sale / W