Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1878-02-04

49, OF love.
That comes like a bird in the Spring:
70 chilly hearts carrier-dove,
That bears beneath it's silver wing
summer to cheerless lives; of love-
whose magic touch throws open wide
The heart of every breathing thing,
And unlocks the treasures Of earth beside"
that he whooped up the following immorta
suggestion:
| DARLING NARY send you 800 to come t,
Harrisburg. hope soon to be able to call yo1
my own dear little wife.
Lovingly, SC"
''Soon,' in connection with the 800, mus
have meant m two weeks, for board an(
lodging are $40 per month
"Oh! blame not the bard'' if he flies t.
more poetry in introducing another letter
for it is manifest that Mr.. Cameron felt tina
inspiration
Whose pure and hallowei birth
| Uplifts the soul from the flame Of earth,
10 that purer realm: that happier cline,
| Where love directs the hands of time,
And all the music of all the spheres
Rings sweetly soft in the listener ears
when he shot off the following:
MY DEAREST MARY-A hard day in the com.
mittee room has fatigued me beyond descrip-
ton, but even in my pain think Of you, and
look forward to the hour when you will be
mine, to cheer me after the labors of the day,
and fill my life with blessings. I can't come
around tonight, but send you some flowers,
and will see you tomorrow Don't come to
the Capitol; wait at home for me.
''Affectionately, s. CO.
Bnt alas, for the widow!
How light was her heart till loves witchery
came
Like the wind of the South DER the Summer
Lutte blowing,
And hushed all it's music and withered it's
frame
A few days after the flowers were sent, she
was hurled from the lofty position of Queen
of Pennsylvania by the subjoined:
my DARLING There Is prospect that I
shall go abroad. While am gone, be faithful
to the love you have promised me. When / re-
turn all will be well. | will try to see you be-
fore go, and only write you briefly now.
Attectionally, S. c.
Poor Mary! The sky turned black above
her. Her dream of life was over Her little
bark driven by the turbid waves of the sea
OF troubles high upon the barren shore of
desolation, had persisted upon the pitiless
rock of despair, without friendly sea-weed
of affection or pity to cover her quivering
form Then she got on her ear and perpe-
trated herself as follows. This is one of the
few letters of which she kept copies.
''DEAR Mr.. c.: Oh! do come and take me
away. I am afraid to stay here alone. I
cannot bear the thought of your going
abroad with no one to take care of YOU.
Oh! if you'd only let me 60 along. Only
tell me what steamer you take and l will
meet you there. Please take me. MARY
Perhaps it was in difference to Mary's
feelings. or in recognition of his inability to
take care of himself, that Mr.. G. did not 90
abroad. Be that between him and his con-
science, anyway he managed to construct
another literary gem:
sDEAR MARY: Our happiness is not so
far off as you appear to think. 1 shall see
you soon and show you that you have not
made a mistake in placing your faith in me-
S. CO.
In the light of the next letter, it is difficult
to understand why Mrs. Oliver is not Mrs.
Cameron:
''MR. Don CAMERON: Your dear papa
promised to make me his wife, but now the
influence of Miss another department
clerk) has turned his heart from me. If you
would make your father marry me, 1 will got
you position in the Cabinet
Yours respectfully, M. E. o.
The only way to account for the lady still
remaing the widow of two divers, both miss
ing, is that Senator Cameron did not receive
the letter.
Mrs. Oliver says that she has lost or de-
destroyed hundred letters, and she relies on
the few furnished to prove her claim. But
whether she be successful or not, she has
pictured the reverse side of true love, as il
Illustrated by Abelhard md Heloise, and has
linked the name of Simon Cameron with
those of the
Bright angels who once left the skies
And lost their Heaven for woman's eyes,
Upon that cushioned fence rail, known as
political society, sit Mary E. Oliver and Simon
Cameron, swinging their legs and each wait
ing for the other to slide down. If the stu
alton were not ridiculous it would be dis
graceful but as it is, one scarcely knows
whether to compare it to picnic on
"Grimes' Cellardoor,' or travesty on .The
Loves of the Angels