Smyrna times., 1876-12-20
An Unfortunate Serenade.

'iSilU Iau cIOSeu nef sable mantle round
the castle of Mr.. and Mrs. Trambles and
pinned it (the mantle) with star. You'll
recognize that sentiment as Poe's, | 'spose
The worthy couple had retired and no sound
broke the stiffness but an occasional slap
when the old gentleman interferred with
the reVels OF the mosquitoes that ATTEMPTED
to skate around on his chronological rink.
But presently another sound was heard
4 sentimental young man who had recently
moved to town and who had become en-.
amored OF young lady living bat few
doors from Trambles, had, in the darkness.
mistaken the house and taken his stand
beneath their window intent upon seren.
ade. lie opened up with
Beautiful dreamer queen of my song" etc.
Mr.. Trambles jerked himself up on one
elbow and listened in astonishment. Pres
emily he said:
Harriet, who is that fellow down there
calling beautiful dreamer, dye spose-
ou or me?''
You or mel! sncered Mrs. Trambles.
"Now You amt no beautiful dreamer. are
you?"
"Well, | don't know as | am" replied
Mr.. T., mot when these hanged MOSQUITOES
keep me from going to sleep, at any rate.
10 tell 1.-THE truth, Harriet, I'm of the opinion
that beautiful dreamers are mighty scarce
article about these premises"
"Oh, don't know as they are" quietly
replied Mrs. T., ''somc folks don't lose tbair
beauty as soon as some other folks do. At
any rate, you might know that the dulcet.
voiced minstrel isn't alluding to Won for
don't you hear what he says-'beautjful
dreamer, queen of my song'-now for pjtv's
SAKE Absalom, arc you the queen of any.
bodys song?"
"'a'a-l, said Mr.. r., II hain't never
been very extensively advertised as secb
II allow, but if can't get up and sine tho
socks ott'n you, or any of your tribe, Har.
rlet, IL swap voices with a mule and ioin
the Italian opera.
"pid you ever hear the like in all of vour
born days p returned Mrs. r.. who wa.
thinking Of sundry compliments bestowed
upon her voice by spoony young mon.
when, III her girlhood, She used TO drive tI,a
hcIghbors almost to distraction with 1RosaI;,
'ne fralne Flower" and The Dying Califor.
man. 81 want you to understand. Mr.
lrambles, that the only reason that NV
parents didn't send me to Europe to prac.
tica TOR primary donncr was that nv con.ti.
tuition was too delicate to stand = 50,
voyage"
"Do you think you are stout enonob
now to bear trip by canal as far as Utica q,
asked Mr. I. Imam aggravating tone. "PeonIe
VINO talk as you do are well cared for in a
big building there"
Oh' you er awful ulsmart, replied Mrs. T.. |
ut 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. 1t NAV be
that l. m out of my right mind, but thank
heavens, never came home from fat |
mems convention at o'clock in tbe morn.
ing with the sleeves of my coat tied in =
hard knot around my neck, and hat box
on my head :"
"Oh, you didn't said Mrs. r., somewhat
taken down. "Well, I'm glad to hear Won
didn't. I'll tell you what you have done.
though-you've gone down the street many
ana many a time in broad day light with
my old leather valse strapped to you for =
hustle ?''
Its falso?' snapped Mrs. T.
Yes know it's false replied Absalom:
$50 are your hair and teethr =
This was too much for Harriet. and
catching up her bolster she dealt the old
gentleman broadsde across the cace and
Eyes. Absalom returned the fire with
'pIrlt, and for few moments the feathers
literally flew. They tired themselves ont
presently and again the stiffness was nm.
save by the song of the minstrel
below:
Beautiful dreamer queen of me SONG
Llst while WOO thee with soft melody"
by PdY2HPHdS Mr.