The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1878-06-01
TELEMACHJS VERSU US MENTOR.

DoN'T mind ms beg you, old fellew, L IL do very
You must M be kept from your German be-
canse re dropped in like stone;
leave all eremony behind you, leave all thought
of aunt but yourself,
And leaS, if you like, the Madeira and dozen
Gigs on the shelf.
As fome. you will say to our hostess Well,
carcely need give you cue.
Clint my praise! All will list to Apollo, though
Mercury pipe to a few;
sy Just what you please, my dear boy; there's
more eloQuence hes in youths rash
OutspOken heart-impulse than ever growled UNI
der this grizzling mustache.
80, don the dress-coat of our tyrant youths
panopied armor for fight
And tie the white neckcloth that rumples, like
pleasure and lasts but a night,
And pray the Nine Gods to avert you what time
the Three Sisters shall frown,
And you'll lose your high-comedy figure, and sit
more at ease in your gown.
He's off! There's his foot on the staircase. By
George what a boundl Really. now,
Did ever leap like this springald, with loves
49, chaplet green on my brow?
Was such an ass? No, | fancy. Indeed | re-
member quite plain;
A gravity mixed with my Transports cheerful
ness softened my pain.
He's gonel There's the slam of his cab door
there's the clatter of hoofs and the Wheels
And while he the light toe is tripping in his arm
Hes gone, and what for? For tremOr from
waist like teetotum spun;
For bud that's crumpled by many before
1T 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 is not to the swift, prize that no
merits enforce,
But is won by some tdtnedBt youth who shall
simply walk over the course?
Poor boy! shall l shock his conceit? When he
talks of her cheeks loneliness,
Shall say twas the air of the room, and was due
to Carbonic excess?
That when Waiting, she dropped on his breast,
and the veins of her eyelds grew DIM
Twas oXygen's absence she felt, but never the
presence of him?
Shall l tell him first love is a fraud. a weakling
that's stranged in birth,
Recalled with perfunctory tears, but lost in I'M
sanctfed mirth?
Or shall go bid him believe in all womankind' s
charm, and forget
In the light-ringing laugh of the world the rat
tlesnakes gay castanet?
Shall tear ont leaf from my heart, from that
book that forever is shut
On the past? Shall l speak of my first love-Au-
gusta-my Lalage? But
L forget. Was it really Augusta? No. Twas
Lucy! No. Mary! No. Di!
Never mind, they. were all first, and faithless,
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.
A few bitletS-dOMr invitations, and-what's this ?
My name! l declare.
Humph! You'll come, for I've got you prize
with beauty and money no end;
You know her, think; twas on dit she once was
engaged to your friend;
But she says that's all over" All. is it? Sweet
Ethel! Incompatible maid!
Or-what if the thing were rick?-this letter
freely displayed
My opportune presence No! Nonsense! Will no.
body answer the bell?
Call cab Half-past ten Not too late yet. o
Ethel! Why don't you GO? Well?
~ Master said you would wait" Hang YOUR
master! 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 Juae