Marshall County Republican. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1856-1878, 1878-05-23
TeIemachus Versus Mentor.

Don't mind me, old fellow, I'll do very well here
alone;
cause I've dropped in like a stone;
Leave all ceremony behind you, leave all thought
of aught but yourself,
And leave, If you like, the Madeira, and dozen
cigars on the shelf.
As for me- you win say to our hostess-Wel, i
scracely need give you cue
Chant my praise! All will list to Apollo, though
Mercury pipe to few;
Say just what you please, my dear boy; there's
more eloquence lies in youths rash
Outspoken heart-impuse than ever growled under
this grizzling mustache.
Co don the dress-coat of our tyrant youths pano-
piled aTmOr for fight
And tie the white neckcoth that rumples, like
pleasures, and lasts but a night,
And pray the Nine Gods TO avert you what time the
Three Sisters shall fr0wn,
And you'll lose your high comedy figure, and sit
more at case in your gown,
He's of. There's his feet on the staircase By
Jove. what boundl Really now
Did l ever leap like this sprngaid, with Loves
chaplet green on my brow?
Was such an ass? No, fancy. Indeed, re-
A gravity mixed with my transports, a cheerful
ness softened my pain.
there's the clatter of hOOfs and the wheels
And while he the light toe is tripping, in this arm
chair I'll tilt up my heels.
He's gone, and tor what For tremor from a
waist like teetotum spun;
For rosebud that's crumpled by many before IL is
gathered by one-
Is there naught in the halo of youth but the glow
of passionate race
Midst the cheers and applause of a crowd-to the
goal of beautiful face?
race that Is not to the swift prize that merits
enforce,
But is won by some faineant youth wlio shall
simply walk over the course?
Poor Icy! / shall choke his conceit? When he
talks of her cheeks loveliness,
Shall say twas the air of the room, and was due
to carbOnic excess?
That when waltzing she dropped on his breast, and
the veins of her eyelids grew dim,
Twas oxygen's absence she felt, but never the
presence of him?
Shall i tell him First Love is a fraud, weakling
that's strangied in birth,
Recalled with perfunctory tears, but lost in un-
sanctifed mirth ?
Or shall 60 bid him believe in all womankind's
In the light ringing laugh of the world the rattle
snakes gay castanet?
Shall tear out a leaf from my heart, from that
book that forever Is shut
On the past7 Shall speak of my frs; loye-Au-
forget. Was. il really Augusts' No. Twas
Lucy. No. Mary? No. Di,
Never mind they were all first, and faithess, and
yet-Ive forgotten just why.
No, no. Let him dream on and ever. Alas, he
will waken too soon;
And it doesn't look well for October to always be
preaching at June.
Poor boy. All his fond foolish trophies pinned
yonder-a bow from her hair,
few bile s-dOuy, invitations, and-what's this?
MY namei declare.
Humph. "You'lI come, for I've got you a prize
with beauty, and money no end
You know her, think twas on dit she once
engaged to your friend
But she says that's all over" All, is ii? Sweet
Ethel Incompatible maid
Or-what II the thing trick2-this letter so
freely displayed
My opportune presence, No. nonsense. Will
nobody answer the bell?
Call a cab! Half past ten, Not too late yet. oh,
Ethel Why don't you 90? Well?
Master said you would wait" Hang your mas
teri "Have ever a message to send?''
Yes, tell him I've gone to the German to dance
with the friend of his friend.
Bret Harte in HaTper's Magazine for June.