The Rock Island Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1877-1885, 1882-11-21

| briefly that they were rich and beautiful
and tasteful, we would convey much mean
inc No task is ever set the Journalist
which callssaim with such pleasure to his
desk as he lends himself to the muse
Eofawedding literature
In returning from the scene of the we'd
| ding, afi,i glancing upward at the great
moon : oving so serenely, flooding all the
CITY with silver light, we felt that the
young lady who had just stepped into the
boat of real life and started along the cur
rents of time under the crown regal of per-
fectci womanhood, was peculiarly blessed
She had garnered up treasures of ioveliness,
since tue days of her sportiye grace since
the sunny hours of the doll and kitten age.
She has grown in thes light of purity, as
Gle nr;trl increases in the translated depths
of ocean where coral groves murmur the
music of eternity. She has fostered all the
elements that tend To sublime virginity and
and invests herself with the divinity and
tha GLORY of her sex. And now, with the
accrued wealth of maidenhood's charms,
ripened and rich and glorious, with one
generous impulse, she confers it all on
the chosen one-gives him that which
makes life worth living, without which, or
the hope of it, life might be snuffed out
like farthing rush light and no value of a
perfect woman's love-even such blankness
is its hopeless deprivation,
If ever we tackle a wedding by high
contracting parties" again, may we be ----,
that is. married ourself There is moth
ing left to us in life. but to turn from the
realm of our little ten-cent imagination,
mortgage it or sell out and then devote
the rest of our day to getting up statistics
The music of wedding literature is certain
" by one of the old masters, we forgot
which, Was it Pluto. Napoleon |. or
Cupid? Oh, that we knew what the young
man has forgotten, or could forget what
that Young editors knows But it is use
less: like Mark Twain's
s.Three cent slip for a yellow fare
And five cent punch for q passenJare.
1t haunts US in our dreams He drew in
SEPARATION from the moon; silver orb of
night: how touching. 1t was not from the
coffee, ice cream, cake, collie, ham sand
witches, neuralgia on bottled ginger ale
(Which pops just like cham): Notfrom fair
''Looney, Queen of the HeavIngs." Sport
i've grace, the kitten age, her sunny doll
period: all, all are blended in one kaleide
scopic whirl-a gig which makes us think
we smell the fumes of the wedding supper
Perhaps it was that last schoo-but no.
Hence, unpoetic thought Fostering ele-
ments of sublime virginity' is good We
presume she was in the fostering business
regularly; may have had foster brother
to foster. She never made better invest |
ment than when she invests herself mo
body else mind) with the divinity and glo-
nv of her sex This is doubtless the name
of a Fort Worth marriage aid association.
Seemed to work that way in her case. |
But he shouldn't cuss as he winds up this |
lovely peroration. He said Darkness; |
that is, you know what the editor writes |
when he thinks cuss; like this - |
ness. If he was going to be hopelessly |
deprived of the love of such woman, such |
a pearl. such "a OH well, hang it; such |
Il gauzy angel, in fiossy harness, of sport |
i've divinity and accrued impulse, who |
snuffs madenhoods kitten age out like |
taller dip; no wonder he cussed, after all. |