The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1880-08-27
TIE WOOD NYMPH INTERVIEWED.

afterward found out, she was d Balti-
morean, and, of course, just as religious
~ instructed as / was so, should this
sketch be found to SAVIOR of that esthetic
technology peculiar to those disciples of
the higher life, place it to the credit
of that religious course of sprouts
through which we were put by our
mothers and our fathers, our sisters, and
our cousins and our aunts
+ The afternoon sun was still shining
fercely. The after-dinner cigars long
had lain in ashes round our chairs ere
thoughts of waiting pleasures on the
Hood moved our party to bring forth the
tishlng-rod. The cortege moved-sbme
to their stations on the istreatn, but L to
circumyent the shades of 'trackless woods
IN quest of some sequestered spot, where
"the weary soul of man might find
| peaceful rest and NOPE In silence on.
the added world. As round the rivers
brink l verged the strains of living
music smote my ear. Plaintive they
1 were, and, like the last notes Of diving
swans, too sweet to last. Emotively
hied me to the bank, and toward tie
focus of melodic sounds my gaze direct
ed. There on rock, a few yards from
the shore, / then deserted what seemed
to mermaid Of the sanity days of
.yore. Those only who, have. seen that
fine oil chrome ($10 with frame, % cents
In photographic Prints representing a
bedrenched and bedraggled female
clinging to rock In mid ocean, while
4 the wild waves in perpetual roar splash
and dash about her transparent form,
can appreciate my sentiments at that
moment. had found her-she whom
the photographer painteth. But, seeing
she was not drowning, / stood for few
moments on " Jordans Stormy Banks
and cast a wistful eye, and listened to
the Turing strains that swan from her
syrenic throat Rock Of Ages, cleft
for 'me,n she sweetly crooned, and took
fresh grip.on the terrestrial rock at the
same time. 81" Ny Faith Still oClings to
Thee" in allegro style, enabled her to
get another firnner hitch. Then she
/ back-slid a few inches, and .methought
in the tones that followed I detected the
quayers and demi-semiquavers Of
& Rescue the.o Perishing," gradually
changing into the solemn measures of
Sweet Hour Of Prayer" I was ready to
plunge but, being early taught never
to disturb folks at prayer, [ postponed.
-"'iMy --latest Sun Is Sinking Fast came
next, and was about to dive, when
| last glance at the 8. Rock that Is Higher
than f. showed she had emerged a lit
tle!oa While lnomentarily preva1icating,,
the salntatiVe echoes From Every
Stormy Wind that Blows" soothed my
surging soul, and I knew that she, had
struck landing, and was 60 Resting at
Ethe Cross. T" Ny admiration for this
rare and radiant maiden knew no
bounds.whenl the brate creature CRATE
! fully cried Chow Can. ]. Keep, From
Singing 2" and involuntarily answered
her with bravissimo from the g. III.
OPP 80, S"IA Stand BY Till the Morn.
% Ina .sa1o9 .egiaid!iliJ ,.bqGll W
Realizing that some one had heard
her "Cry from Macedonia, +" and was
SO Waiting by the River she hallooed,
9 Where Do You journey, My Brother %
and waved a scarlet fragment Of her
bathing attire. <o,s u ti't' = u4
E" Ho Ny Comrades, see the signal, "I
tunefully piped, ito which a manly
chorus waved back the answer, "Hold
the Fort. for we are coming" Con-
scious of her peril but equally alive to
/ the imminence Of exposure, with innate
modesty-the sex's most .alluring charm
she inquired whether we should
"Gather at the River.H a}ieia io
/ replied that most undoubtedly
the boys would g Gather at the river, !
where her bright angel feet had trod. !"
She muttered something about prefer
ring to stay on the rock but I, over
whelmed with the conyic' ion that if I
would "'.Hold the Fort" [ must first
take it, saw that the time for action had
come, g Laying aside. every weight,
and the deeds that lidnnost easily beset,
being in good gospel trim, Invent down
| to try the, waters. enid Scenes Of Con
fusion and Creature Complaint" r.
plunged in, while the crowd on the shore
howled, s'If You Cannot on the Ocean. y
Midst the din her sweet voice cheered
me with the anthem, '"Thou Art Com
ling.
At the Rifted Rock . arrived, 1 sung
out, "Come, Oh, Thou Traveller I'm
known!' Like CLEANS of heavenly,
light divine, her arms, "Whiter than
Snow" descended to my shoulders, and
we Sc Pulled for the Shore" the crowd
meanwhile singing, Dripping, Souls 10
Longer .Grieve, 2 with all the variations.
As did Eneas from the flames of Troy
the old Anchises BEAR" SO from this
swelling tide Of woes did this blushing
Aurora, and stood her Safe on the
Evergreen Shore" The music died
| h. 10ox,o, ;o1
when she accepted the safe-conduct of
your humble nominee for stroll far from
the madding crowd 'oAlong the margin
of the river" She told If how she sought
this s'Cool Siloam's Shady Rill, ITO battle
her feyered limbs how awfully jolly it
was to go bathing alone; how she sport
ed and firted and crumpled old Nep-
tunes hoary locks, until the old man en-.
ticed her into depths which her stature
could not fathom, where she founcod
around until she struck this absolutely
first rock In her summer sea of pleasure,
but which, after all, proved to be the
HRock of Ages, since it unquestionably
served to prolong that attribute of her
mundane existence. As. we strobe along,
! a thousand "Virgin graces warm with
undy nluS IOOCS " 0I bllC ll0Wy way, slOT
this naiad was bewideringly beautiful. I
The. sweet aroma of her breath reduced
the dewy rose Of Sharon to stencil,
while ON the honey-nusic of her lips |
hung enravished, as doth the finch when
lPhiilomela sings. The astral bright
ness of her orbs -" Lights that do mis-
lead the morn -enweaved a spell about
poor man S devoted heart that made me
think / had locked arms with an angel &;
and, when my sorrows in this vale of
tears" her tender ear distracted and she
wept, / knew it. g Beauteous being"
said I, Ambrosial zephyrs watt thee to
the skies, on fowery beds of ease, while
Heaven comes down your soul to greet.
How heaven4bereft am I 7 Il Have
sought Round this Verdant Earth for I'M
fading joys, only to find sThis Worlds
| Wilderness of Woe. The Few Lurid
Mornings that Dawn on me Here, serve
only to show How Vain are All Things
Here Below how false, and yet. how
fair" She, sighed. Ali dovelike
dolorosa! Estray is the lamb of the
Ninety and Nine No gentle shep-