Middletown transcript., 1876-10-07
BEAUTIFUL DREAMER.
An Unfortunats serenade.

Night had closed her sable mantle
round the castle of Mr.. and Mrs. Tram.
bles and pinned it (ths mantle) with q
star. You'll recognize that sentiment
as Poe's. l 'spose !? The worthy couple
had retired and no sound broke the
stiffness but an occasional slap when the
old gentleman interfered with the revels
Of the mosquitoes that attempted to skate
around on bis chronological rink.
But presently another sound was
heard A sentimental young man who
had recently moved to town and who
had become enamored Of q young lady
living but few doors from the Tram
bles, had, in the darkness, mistaken
the house and taken his stand beneath
their window, intent upon ssrenads.
He opened up with
'Bc-utiful dreamer, queen of my song" etc.
Mr.. Trambles jerked himself up on
one elbow and listened in establishment.
Presently be said:
Harriet, who is that fellow down
there calling beautiful dreamer dye
'spose-you are me ?
You are meP sneered Mrs. Trambles.
Now you amt no beautiful dreamer,
are your
well, I don't know as l am replied
Mr.. T., mot when these hanged mos
quitos keep me from going to sleep, at
any rate. To tell the truth, Harriet,
I'm Of the opinion that beautiful dream
ers are mighty scarce article about
these premises
oh, I don't know as they are,'
quietly replied Mrs. T., some folks
don't lose their beauty as soon as some
other folks do. At any rate, you might
know that the dulcet. voiced minstrel
isn't alluding to you, for don't you hear
what be says-'beautiful dreamer,
queen Of my sopg'-now, for PHYS
sake. Absalom, are you the queen Of
anybody's songY
'W-a-a-1,' said Mr.. T., Il hain't
never been very extensively advertised
as sech. I'll allow, but if I can't get up
and sing the socks off'n you, or any Of
your tribe, Harriet, I'll sway voices
with mule and join the Italian opera ;
Did you ever hear the like in all of
your born days?' returned Mrs. T.,
who was thinking Of sundry compli-
msnts bestowed upon her voice by
spooney young men, when. in her girl
good, she used to drive the neighbors
almost to distraction with 'Rosalie. the
Prairie Flower and the Dying Cali
fornian.' L want you to understand,
Mr.. Trambles, that the only reason that
my parents didn't send me to Europe to
practice for primary donner was that
my constitution was too delicate to
stand sea voyage
DO you think you are stout enough
now to bear trip by canal as far as
Utica ? asked Mr.. T., in an aggravat-
ing tone. People who talk as you do
are we'll cared for in big building
there
'Oh, you're awful smart replied
Mrs. T. 1t wouldn't do to put you in
the asylum; you're SO sharp that the
other lunatics would use you to cut
their way out. It may be that I'm out
of my right mind, but thank heavens,
I never came home from fat mems
convention at 2 o'clock in the morning
with the sleeves Of my coat tied in
hard knot around my neck, and hat
box on my headP
'Oh. you didn't said Mr.. T., some
what taken down We'll, I'm glad to
hear you didn't. TIL tell you what you
have done, though-you've gone down
street many and many time, in broad
day light with my old leather valise
to you for hustle r
"It's falsev snapped Mrs. T.
Yes, l know it's false replied Alb
salon so are your hair and teethp
This was too much for Harriet, and
catching up her bolster she dealt the
old gentleman a broadside across the
face and eyes Absalom returned the
fre with spirit, and for few moments
the feathers literally few. They tired
themselves cut presently and again the
was unbroken, save by the
song of the minstrel below:
"Be-utiful dreamer, queen of me song,
List while WOO thee with soft melody"