The Wheeling daily register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1864-1878, 1878-05-21
W'lleellna ge9i5ter.
TELEMACHUS VERSUS mEnroR.
BRET HARTE IN JUNE HARPER.

Don't mind me, beg you, old fellow, III
. 90 very well mere atone;
You must not be kept from your "Ger.
stone;
Leave all ceremony behind you, leave al
thought Ofaught but SOuISelt
Ana leave, IL you Ike, the Made a, and
ulZen cigars on the Shelf,
AS for me, you Will say TO our hostess
Well, scarcely need give you IA cue.
Chant my praise All will list TO Apollo,
though Mercury pipe To Il few:
Say just what you please, my dear boy
there's more eloquerce lies in youths
rash
Outspoken heart-impulse than ever
growied under this grizZhng mus
taChe.
Go, don the dress coat of our tyrant-
youths panOpled armpr FOR hight
And tie thewnIte nsckclothIh at rump!eS,
like pleasure, and lasts but Il night,
And pray the Nine Gods To avert you
what time the Three Sisters shall
irOwn,
And you'll lose your high. comedy figure,
and sit more at ease in your gown.
He's on There's his foot on the staircase.
By JOYe what u bound! hcally now.
Did ever leap like this SpIiugald, with
Loves chapiet green on my brOw?I
Was such an Ass? No, | fancy. Indeed /
remember quite plain;
A gravity mixed with my transports, n
cheeriuIness softcued my pain.
He's gone! there's the slam OF Of his cab
door, there's the clatter OF hOOis and
the wheels.
And while he the light toe Is tripping, in
this arm chair III tilt up my heels.
He's gone, and Tor what? For a tremOr
from waist like teetOtum spun;
For a 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?
A race that rs not 10 the swii, prize that
no merits enforce,
Bat is won by some TdHiedHt youth who
shall simply walk over the course.
Poor boy! Shall SHOCK his conccit? When
he talks Of her cheek lOvelinCsS,
Shall / say twas the air OF the room, and
was due 10 CaIbOnlC excess?
That when Waiting she dropped on his
breast, and the veins OF her eye!ids
grew dim,
Twas Oxygen'S absence she telt,'but never
the presence OF him:
Shall tell him FISt Love is u fraud, q
weakling that's Slrsngled in birth,
Recalled with periunctiouary tears but
lost in unSanctitied mtrth?
Or shall 90 bid him believe in all wO-
manRind's charm, and forget
IN the light ringing laugh OF the world
the rAttlesnake's gay caS!lnet?
Shall tear out leaf from that book that
forever Is shut
On the past? shall l speak OF my first
love-Augusta-my La'age? But
l forgot Was it really Augusta. No.
Twas Lucy? No, Mary No, Di!
Never mind, they were all first and
faithless, and yet-l'ye. forgotten
why.
No, no. Let him dream on and ever.
alas! he will waken too soon;
And IL doesn't look well tor october 10
always be preaching nj June.
Poor boy! Ali lis fond foolish trophies
pinned yonder-a bow from her hair,
4 few billets dOuX, invitations, and
what's this? My name! declare.
Humph, "YouW come, for I've got you
prize-with beauty and money no
end;
You know her, 1 think; twas on dit she
once was engaged 10 your frlendi
But she says that's all over An, - II:
Sweet Ethel? Incompatible maid;
Or-what II the thing were Trick ms
letter so freely displayed
My oppOrlune presence! No! nonsense.
VIII nobody answer the bell!
Call cab, HaltpaSt 10, not too late yet,
Oh, Ethel? Why don't you 90" Well?
master said You would wait'-Hang
your master! "Haye l ever mes
sage TO send"
Yes; tell him I've gone TO the German to
dance with the friend OF his friend.