The New Orleans daily Democrat. [volume] (New Orleans, La.) 1877-1880, 1878-07-14
co11s1N AMY.s vi Ew.
FROM puNoY.


Children, leave mo here little; don't disturb
me, request;
For mamma Is very tired, and fain would
take little rest.
sTIs the place, the same old place, though
looking somewhat pinched and small.
All, tbs many and many q day since last
locked on LoCksley Hall
.rhen twas in the spring of life and love-ah,
Love, the great Has-been!
Love which, like the years own spring. Is
very nice-and very green!
Tn tho spring the new French fashions come
the female heart to bless,
1n the spring the very hOusemaid gets herself
another dress.
I'm the spring we're apt to feel like children
just let loose from school;
In the spring young girls fancy s very apt
to play the fool.
On the moorland, by the waters. he was real
ly very nice;
There was no one else at hand and forgot
mammas advice.
He INDUCED in rosy raptures, heaved the most
suggestive signs,
Said the very prettiest things about my lips
and hazel eyes.
AL his talk was most poetic, all his senti-
ments were grand,
Though his meaning confess, did not al-
ways understand.
So that when he popped the question, | did
blush and hang my head,
And-well, dare say the rest was pretty
much as he has said.
But think that his abuse is really quite too
awfully warm,
And to make the matter public was must
maintain, bad form.
sPuppet" q not pretty word and how he
runs Sir Rufus down.
Yet man who's not apoet need not be tipsy
clown.
Poet That's the point precisely. Locksley
could not comprehend
That bard may be a bore cen to his mistress
In the end.
Geniuses are awful worries, full of fancies,
fads and fits,
And genius as u lover drives girl out Of
her wits.
Rhapsodies and raptures aT,cays form too
exciting diet;
There are moments when amaiden, though in
love, would fain be quiet.
Too high strung, and too ecstatic was poor
IOcBSley's normal mood,
For woman does not ailUdUs want to moan
and gush and brood.
Solid fare and wholesome fun, If poets only
Are essentials in the life of cen the softest
slips of Eve.
Yes, he called me shallow-hearted, servile,
false and all the rest,
But II ne had not so plagued newell. no
doubt twas for the best.
True, Sir Rufus is not lively, but he let's me
take my way,
And do not feel at present drawn to Sym
pathize with clay
Drag me down, indeed! We move In quite the
most exclusive set
In the county. What Is there that I should
specially regret?
Leckley's famous-yes, and married, notwith-
standing his fierce curse
To dame with lots Of gold and very little
taste for verse.
Nice to be Lions Lady In Society, no doubt!
Not 80 nice to smooth his name at home when
Leo Is put out.
Talk oftantrums Read these lines he pub
lished after-well, the tilt!
Pitching into poor Mamma and charging me
with nameless guilt!
Dear Mamma! thought her hard-but I'm
another now myself,
And know what utter nonsense is the poets
seorn Of pelf.
sold and formal" that's the way he pictures
me. Extremely kind
Coz, II you could see me ROlr, you might a lit
tie change your mind.
''False" and "cold" are bad enough but
"dowdy," that Is downright rude
Bards, for all their lofty talk, are not gen.
the manly brood.
They've extremely touchy tempers, and are
Very nasty things indeed, II they are not al
lowed their way
have , hit S an angry I!Ey fancy" There really
But you see that sort Of thing Is nota woman's
fancy, quite"
Twas his "fancies" bothered me: and all the
stuff that follows here
May be splendidly poetic; should call 1t
simply queer.
"Airy navies purple pilots, savage women
and the rest
Why did he not wed Negress, If he though
he'd like it best?
Or II, as he says, he knew her words were nom
sense, j would ask,
Wherefore utter, pen, and print them ? Twas
most superiluous task
ssWoman Is the lesser mani" / hold that false
as il Is hard.
The most womanish of creatures surely is an
angry bard.
Yet, sometimes, when, as at present, spring is
Frightening all the land,
Comes that longing for the fields Sir Rufus
cannot understand;
Comes ghostly sort of doubt If cen society
can give
All, quite all, for which rdt-Lored woman
might desire to live;
Comes a memory of his voice. q recollection
Of his glance
Thoughts of things which then had power to |
make my maiden pulses dance;
Comes-but I'm extremely stupid. Well, / |
kilpztft our aear Fan
Took fancy for poet, should soon dismiss
the man.
Here she comes!> She'll wed, hope rich
Viscount Vivian ere the fall.
She neer had had that chance, had espoused
the Lord of Locksley Hall!