The new North-west. [volume] (Deer Lodge, Mont.) 1869-1897, 1879-11-14

You'll come to our bali 2 Since we parted
I've thought of you more than III say;
Indeed. l was half broken hearted
For week, when they took you away.
Fond fancy brought back to my slumbers
Our walks ON the Ness and the DEN,
And echoed the musical numbers
Which you used to sing to me them.
know the romance, sincestis over.
'Twers idle, or worse, to recall;
know you're terrible rover
lint, Clarence. you'll come to our Balll
It's only year since, at college,
You put on your cap and your gown:
But, Clarence, you've grown out of knowledge,
And changed from the spur to the crown;
The voice that was best when it faltered
Is fuller and armer in tone
And the smile that should never have altered
Dear Clarence, it is not your own. ~
Your cravat was badly selected.
Your coat don't become you at all;
And why is your hair 80 neglect ed?
You must haye it curled for our Ball.
I've often been out upon Haldon
To look for a covey with Pup;
I've often been over to Shaldon -..a
To see how your boat is laid up.
In spite of the terrors of Aunty
I've ridden the fly You broke,
And I've studied your sweet little Dante
In the shade OF your favorite oak. f.r. a
When sat in july, to Sir Lawrence "=
sat in your love of shawl, 81
And I'll wear what you brought me form Florence
Perhaps, if you'll come to our Ball.
You'll find US all changed since you vanished;
We've set mp national school,
And watzing is utterly banished,
And Ellen has married fool; -
The Major is going to travel:
Miss Hyacinth threatens rout; -
The walk is laid down with fresh gravel;
Papa is laid up with the gout; tr
And Jane has gone on with her easels.
And Anne has gone off with Sir Paul,
And Fanny is sick with the measles
And I'll tell you the rest at the Ball
You'll meet all your beauties-the Lily
And the Fairy of Willowbrook Farm,
And Lucy, who made me 20 silly
At Dawlish, by taking YOUR arm; E
Miss Manners, who always abused you
For talking so much about Hook;
And her sister, who often amused you
By raving of Rebels and Rock:
And something. which surely would answer
An heiress quite fresh from Bengal.
So, though you were seldom dancer.
You'll dance, lust for once, at onr Ball. ~
But out on the world From the flowers a.
1t shuts out the sunshine of truth; "
1t blights the green leaves in the bowers,
IT makes an old age of our youth:
And the fow of our feeling, once in 1t.
Like streamlet beginning to freeze,
Though it cannot turn ice in minute,
Grows harder by sudden degrees. q
Time treads o'er the graves of affection, i.
Sweet honey isturned into GALL
Perhaps you have no recollection
That ever you danced at our Ball.
You once could be pleased with eur ballads- si
To-day you have critical ears: ass
You once could be charmed with our Aaiads-
Alas you've been dining with peers.
You trified and firted with many, t
You've forgotten the when and the how; ~
There was one You liked better than any
Perhaps you've forgotten her now.
But of those you remember most newly,
OF those who delight or enthral, -
None love you quarter so trnly
As some you will find at our Ball.
They tell me you've manv who fatter.
Because OF your wit and your song;
They tell me-and what does 1t matter ? Id
Yo1 like to be praised BY the throng
They tell me you'er shadowed with laurel,
They tell me youhe loved by Blue.
They tell me you'er sadly immoral e#
Dear Clarence, that can not be truei ri
But to me You are still what found you ss
Before you grew clever and tall;
And you'll think of the spell that once bound you
And you'll come-aoon' lyon come ITO our Ball.
Prded's Poems