Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1878-03-08
"SARAH JANE.0

GRAND RAPIDS, O., March 4, 1873.
FRIEND TGMMoNs Please excuse the
lack Of exciting and interesting element in
this letter. For some time past I've been
filled with chaos of conflicting emotions.
My days are past in waking dreams; my
nights pugnant with feverish restlessness;
while continued craving-that nothing
seems tn satisfy-characterizes my exist
ence. Tell ME, dear Timmons you who
have experienced the trials and vicissitudcs
incident to early youth-from what de |
suffer? Is its il lore 2 / have hoped
~ times that it was-but at others the
dark thought has crept into my mind that
| might be bilious. Ny symptoms date
back to that period when our people were
electrified at bcholding upon the horizon
OF our humble hamlet 4 bright " literary
star IA "star" that has since reached
the zenith. Need mention the name of
Sarah Janc?" While the people were
filled with ecstatic admiration, trarmer
glow suiilised my own system. said, here
is reciprocal soul--hsre is my aRNity."
Oh ! why should she clothe herself in the
veil Of mystery? Why may | not know
her? Why may | not WOO and win her.
aud and with onr combined salaries do
something toward liquidating the national
debt? The very atmosphere is " IIazy 4"
with poetic fire when think of her. Oh,
thou bright young genius
The mi verse
To thee is full Of angels. Their bright shares
People the vale ami mountain they lnnk out
From the bright foldugs Of the rosy clouds
Like hopes from girhnOd's fairy drsams-
they fit
In robes Of crimson, purple blue and gold
Along the sunset Skies-theV glide
Like shadows in the starlight round thy path
Al evenings melancholy hnuT--they wave
Their radiant plumes around thy gentle form
In the deep watches or the silent night
And. mast Of all. they live within the heaven
or thy yonng hnsom glorious "Sarah Jape!"
! extinguished my lamp, and wandered
out intu the night. The stars were shrouded
in veil OF mist; the mOnntonous murmer
OF the Rapids mingled with the subdued
thunderings OF water pouring over the dist
ant dam--nade as IL were,a sweet sad reqni.
nm. ButanOn another sound caught mv ear
IA low, msurniul wall, gradually rising
upon the night air, and then dying away
with wierd, unearthly cadence, that frOze
my blood. What was il? Was il the dis
pairing cry OF some poor, heart broken
wanderer! Or WAS il u cat 6ght? | de-
termined with the assistance Of compile
of brick to investigate. But as APP
preached the feline concert pnrlors, under
Shank kscorn-crih, | saw my mistake. Ibe.
held Thy the dim light Of neighbormg
saloon Window seated upon the edge of
sidewalk. femdte woman OF uncertain
age; she was rocking to aud fro aud warb-
ling, It's nice To be BABY" IN her
right hand she held II pencil in her left u
roll of paper, and knew fro her hollow
eyes aud the hungry, pinehed look of her
nose that she was reporter Aud, oh n
great agony seized me. Was it--uuuld il
be? Even the thought was too much.
groaned aloud. The lady (?l gave a wild
shrek and vanished in The gloom but she
dropped her manuscript and-Lnd-it was
she WAS Il "Sarab
Jaue~ forgive YOU But there's no aE
Gahy, no indeed, "a rose by any other
name, DC, but not u bald headed relic of
antiquity with n sandy heard No nam
not even il you didn't sing through your
nose Adieu you have my blessing, hut
that's all. Yours with regret,
JONI.
p. S. Timmons, is there some mild ca.
lharie HAT you can resommend with con
lidenceY j.
[Mr.winslow'Ss 'othing Syrup is highly
recommended En-