The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1878-05-30
Telemachus Versus Mentor.

Don't mind me, / beg you, old fellow, I'll do
very well here alone;
You must not be kept from your German"
because I've dropped in like stone;
Leave all cermony behind you, learc all
thought of ought but yourself.
And leave, if you like, the Madeira, and doz-
en- cigars on the shelf.
As for ME, you will say to our hostess Well,
I scarcely need give you cue.
Chant INV praise. All win list to Apollo,
though Mercury pipe 10 lew;
Say just what you please, my dear boy;
there's more eloQuence lies in youths rash
Outspoken heart-impulse than ever growled
under this grizZling mustache.
Go, don the dress-coat of our tyrant-youth's
panoplied armor for fight
And tie the white neckcloth that rumples,
like pleasure, and lasts but night,
And pray the Nine Gods 10 avert you what
time the Three Sisters shall frown.
And you'll loose your hgh-comedy figure,
and sit more al ease in your gown.
He's off! There's his foot on the staircase. By
Jove, what bound. Really now
Did ever leap like this springald, with Loves
chaplet green on my brOwt
Was / such an ass? No, fancy. Indeed,
remember quite plain:
4 gravity mixed with my transports, cheer
fullness soflened my pain.
He's gone There's the slam of his cab door,
there's the Clatter of boots and the wheels,
And while he the light toe is tripping, in this
armchair I'll tilt up my heels.
He's gone, and for whati For a tremor from
waist like a tcetOtum spun;
For rosebud that's crumpIed by many be-
fore ii is gathered by one.
Is there nauQht in the halo of youth but the
glow of passionate race
Midst the cheers and applause OF 81 crowd-tG
the goal of a beautiful faceI
\ race that is not 10 the swift, Il prize that no
merits enforce,
Bat is won by some faiEeaHt youth who shall
simply walk over the courset
Poor boy! shall l shock his conceit? When he
talks of her cheeks oveincss,
Shall say twas the air of the room, and was
due to carbonic excess?
That when waltZing she dropped on his breast,
and the veins Of her eyellds grew dim,
Twas oxygen's absence she felt, but never the
presence OF h1lnE
Shall tell him First Love is a fraud, a weak
ling that's strangled in birth,
Recalled with pertunctOry tears, but lost in
unsanctitied mirth?
Or shall | go bId him believe in all woman
kinds charm, and forget
In the light ringing laugh OF the world the
rattlesnake gay eastanetF
Shall tear out a leaf from my heart, from
that book that forever is shut
On the past? Shall speak OF my first love
Augusta-my Laage? But
forget. Was it really Augusta? No. Twas
Lucy! No. Nary No. Di..
Never mind, they were all first. and faithless,
ana yet-Ive forgotten just why.
No, no. Let him dream on and ever Alas!
he will waken TOO soon;
And il dOSn't look well for October to always
be preaching at June.
Poor boy! All his fond foolish trophies PIN
ned yOnder-a bow, from her hair,
y few btHetS-dOuf invitations, and-what'S S
this? My name! / declare.
Humph, You'll come and, I've got you a
prize-with beauty and money no end;
You know her, think; twas dit she once
was engaged to your friend;
But she says that's all over" All, is it? Sweet
Ethel! Incompatible maid!
Or-what il the thing Were a trick this letter
so freely displayed
My opportune presence! No! nonsense. Will
nobody answer the belli
Call a cab! Half past ten! Not too late yet,
Oh, Ethel! why don't you go? Well?
Master said you would wait" Hang your
master! Have | ever Il message to send?
Yes. tell him I've gone to the German to dance
with the friend ofhs friend.-Harpey's Maga-
zine.