Clarksville weekly chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1873-1890, 1875-08-21
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THE FETE ON NANCY'S BIRTHDAY.

By HILDA.
Oh. that Fete on Nancy's birthday!
I'll declare it was just divine,
AS we stepped in and viewed the affair,
Atabout quarter past
thought we were dreadfully fashionable,
But my escort thought it was soon;
don't know-but as glanIed at the sky,
Midway was hanging the moon.
We walked up to join in the revel,
And, oh what gIittering scene;
They were talking and laughing and waltz
ing,
Old and young, stalwart and lean;
There were gents OF the very first water,
Exquisite gentsof the day,
Whose surface charms by far
Outrivaled their nonsensical say.
And there were beautiful maidens, !.
All rosy and blushing and fair.
Tripping the slight fantastic toe"
Withouta a thought or care.
And as stood listlessly gazing,
Wondering why Dick did not come,
was rudely pushed aside
By gentleman. who remarked. snake
ROOM"
Hooked up at the impudent rascal,
And just wished for the strength of a
man,
would have taught him what q gentleman
could do,
By nice little slap with my hand.
just went on talking to his partner,
The rowdy. impolite thing.
And there 1 stood in the corner, ''i
With scarcely room to swing.
Oh the Fete on Nancy's birthday.
wish it would come twice a year;
Don't you, Henry9 OH wouldn't it save
Many heartache and tear:
With the noble Newell to prompt,
The spicy Ben to dance,
Oh, my it is like dream,
A sweet, delicious trance.
And then, there Is the gallant Strassburg, !,
say, Ella, you remember that set,
Where we had so much fun on the corner,
And we both were near caught in the net
Of?-well, never mind. ta,rf
Wemust not, we will not tell 1t all,
But will keep it as news for our beau,
When he makes the next Saturday night
call.
He was dancing on my right, Il-u ISL
The noble, courteous Strass, 7siit a,-
And many sidelong glance eb
Silly ON him did cast. ~ ys.t
Oh can never forget 1t, .-4 7
Never, never, never, ....
do believe could have turned
On that corner ever, forever.
Many, many things did happen, gm a
At Nancy's birthday Fete, hs-st 80
Memories that will cluster around us.
With visions gilded and sweet;
To some twill bring thoughts of love,
To some twill bring thoughts of glee,
And in the future look forward with joy,
The twelfth of Augustagain to see.
And then our ride home through the
moonlight, lifrr
In the beautiful silvery mist,
And our thoughts of the grandeur of earth,
AS to the nIght-bird's song we did list.
We had left the revelers behind,
STEPPED in mirth and song,
And the voices of nature seemed sweeter,
Because they were plaintive and long.
Oh Nancy. your Fete was delightful,
Only one sad feature in the case,
Twas the absence of some one we missed,
In form and feature and grace;
"Oh, why does he tarry !"was the sigh
That drifted right up from our hearts,
Without him We almost found Capid
Unable to manage his darts.
How can describe him? Oh, say!
The description would beggar all wit,
And hesitate, falter and fail,
On the words 1 am striving to hit,
He is tall, he is manly and brave,
And is wiser than tongue can tell
'Tis that slick, good-natured black Jim,
Who plays his old fiddle so well.
NEW Providence, Aug. Is, 1878.