Smyrna times. [volume] (Smyrna, Del.) 1854-1987, 1883-12-12
Littleton Coke VS.. Clara Fitzpoodle
BY THE BARD OF TOWER HALL.
CHATTER VI.

CHATTER VI.
Mr. Iittleton Coke started up in surprise
With wonder prOtruding from both of his eyes,
He sat up moment, then got out of bed
Looked up to the ceiling and down on the floor,
And, placing one hand on the top of his head,
He carefully lifted the garments he wore;
And then from his pOcketbook taking note,
lie scanned it intently, determined that he,
With full seven senses would put it to vote
II Llttleton Coke was the notes promiSee.
Was he LittetOn Coke, and was Littleton he?
When he got fairly dressed and had fully awO6C.
He found that he really was Litteton Coke;
That same individual, certain and true
The man OF my story with nothing to do.
In a month he was married and strange though
it seems
The maid resembled the maid Of his dreams.
The wedding, of course, was a splendid affair:
The nabobS of fortune were all of them there
The BuTst-l'pS, the stuck-CpS, the Stand-Ups, the
But the question arises how many were Pay-JpS"
For this much is certain, that one OF them there
| The proud CynOSurc of II bevy OF beauties
Was Clara FitzpoOdle with nothing to wear
And in debt to her uncle Tor unsettled duties
The parties were married. the wedding was over
| The strings OF their hearts were most sweetly in
shone on, as they stood in the tallest of clover,
From the heaven of love by fully honey moon.
They packed up their things and went Off on
To old Saratoga of fashion the pride:
| Where rose kissing zephyrS, both baimy and pure,
Where Cupid, well pleased with the work he had
| done.
Or rather the matter, so fairly begun
| The spark he had kindied might fan with his
| wings
To fame that no water could quench at the
| springs.
To see mid the wonders the wonder Of all,
Where the deep rolling surge, i'll its majesty flow
Chains the anthem Of nature in notes that appal
The deep thunder tones fills the soul with emo
| ton;
Awe stricken and humbled the gazer must stand
And his heart be attuued by the purest devotion,
| To him who has spoken thus far" to the ocean,
And holdeth, i'll mercy, the floods in His hands
They looked and they wondered, the bride wa'
And said to her husband, while passing along,
Like those drops in the stream may our heart
be united:
our love, like Niagara, constant and strong"
Yes answered the husband, and don't deem
me cruel,
Those duplicate rose buds don't spoil with a pou
If in sport remark to my hearts dearest Iewe
Those drops at the cascade will be falling out
Nay. cheer up my love, and do not be afraid;
In the stream OF our love there shall be no cas-
cade."
"Or table rock, either" She said with sigh
a cradle rock rather his ready reply.
But speaking of tables reminds me that
Am weary and dusty. and hungry. and dry
For Nature is stubborn and still makes her calls
At home i'll the city, or out ut the Falls
We can follow the fashion and come if we pleas
But we can't get away from such troubles AT theS
NorE-My readers will perceive that l hav
| jumped over the Interesting particulars of a cOur
ship, have married of my hero in month frOl
the date of his dream, and have got him rs far
Niagara on his bridal tour. In my next numb,
shall give some particulars of the gossip at Il
Falls and if certain parties do not get Il thraShir
over the back of one of the visitors then, then
will acknowledge myself mistaken in saying til
the ladies hereafter would have all the best
the argument. Look out for the next numbC
and, while waiting, do not forget the bargains
n Clothing now offered by
GARITEE, MASTEN & ALLEN,
TOWER HALL, may "a
SIS and $40 Market street, Philadelphia