The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1876-12-21

IN NIE0TORIANI.
BY A FoRAlER FUrII.


We are sorry to relate the sad and sudden fate
That happened here of late TO 4. l.. N, cur
friend, friend. friend;
Alb it pains orr heart with grief that his life
so bright tho brief,
Should, like the autumn leaf, come to an
untimely end, end, end.
One day the other nj ght we sawan awful sight,
That would ghost alright, in Lynn-vilie-
It was T. L. n. in his bachelor den,
Writing with his pen, goose Of quill,
quill, quill.
He was seated in his chair, the picture Of
despair,
And seemed to be there the unhappiest Of
men, men, men.
And he rubbed his empty pate, at pensive
rate
Trying to ideato for the oIEI-zEs, ZEN, ZEN.
His dark and piercing eyes looked around as
spies,
And told some awful lies with their squint,
squint, squint,
But they couldn't see the point for his nose
was out Of joint,
AS love never did annoint his bachelor
heart Of hh.e hn., fInt.
Ills precious little dears, we mean his oblong
Would increase your fears to the top, top,
For whefh' they took the notion to begin their
They never had their portion Ofa flop, flop,
flop.
His elastic mouth spread around about
a protuberant snout, with grin, grin,
And you'd readily suppose his fsh-hook of a
Was going to propose to his chin, chin. chin.
He entertained the fear, as this is leap-year,
The ladies would appear ct his hall, hall,
hall,
That influenced by the moor, they would call
on him soon,
And tell him he must ''June'' to a call, call,
call.
So he made fast his door against each female
wooer,
And prayed for the cure oftheir sin, 81 n sin,
That uhen they made their call at his bach
He could enjoy all from with-in, in, il.
The ladies', one aad all, made sudden call
At his bachelor hall on their leap-year
raids, raids, raids,
But the wretch -forlorn laughed them all to
scorn,
And said they all were born for old maids,
maids, maids.
Buteaeh female wooer battered down his door,
And told him he m@st sure marry or die,
For life feb 6ssgad T. L. N. and promised ihoro
and then
He'd marry where and when they wished,
or try, try, try.
But taking time to reflect he began to suspect
That he would be hen-pecked during life,
life, life,
Then he spoke and said, eI'd rather be dead
Than to the altar led by an old maid for a
wife, wife, wife.
They seized the broom stick, the blows came
hard and thick,
Eel heavy and fell quick on his devoted
head, head, head,
And calling him noddy they raised his pros
trate body
To apply little toddy, but poor T. L. N.
was dead, dead, dead.
They laid him in the ground without sad la
ment or sound,
And raised his humble mound with q
ehuckle and a laugh, laugh, laugh.
And with the very broom By which they
wrought his doom,
They wrote upon bis tomb the following
epi-taph-taph-taph:
Here lies an old bachelor, sad and forsaken,
He sleeps his last sleep to meier awaken,
He led life both sad and forlorn
And wished in his heart he never was born.
He lived, he died without the boon
OF welded bliss or honeymoon,
And has gone to Plutonian shades
To be surrendered to mad old maids.
Who'll tantalize him with the bliss
Ofkisses that he'll always miss,
Annoy him with distressing fears
And pinch his flesh till he sheds tears,
Pull his ears and twist his nose,
And give his carcass to the crows.