Smyrna times., 1883-07-18
itslstur Coke Verses Clara Fitsvsui!s,
BY THE BABD OF TOWER HALL.

CHAPTER H.
- Not to mention quantity kept from the rest
Sufficient to fill the largest sized chest.
Which did not appear on the ships manifest,
But for which the ladies themselves manifested
Such particular interest that they invested
Their own proper persons in layers and rows
Of muslins embrOideries, worked underclothes,
Gloves, handkerchiefs, scarfs, and such tribes as
Then, wrapped in great shawls, like Circassian
beauties,
Gave good by to the ships and goby to the duties"
Now this may be true, and it may be a sham
But, if the fair maiden thus cheated poor SAM"
What valne the beauty, the wealth, or the station
OF one, who intent on large importation,
Thus swindled her uncle, the head of the nation?
But what said the lawyer who cOurted the maid?
He knowing the fact-was the secret betrayed?
Did the heart in his bosom Indignantly swell?
Did he bid the fair smuggler forever farewell?
All, no! he but smiled on her brazen effrOntery,
In dOdging the duties she owed to her country;
Believing, no doubt, that in saving the pelf,
She was false to her country, but true TO herself
That these were his feelings the sequel will prove,
To marry the maid was his very next move,
And asking her hand, having won her consent,
He thus to his pride and his feelings gave vent:
81 should mention just here that out of Miss
Clara's
had Just been selected as he who should throw
all
The rest in the shade, by the gracious bestowal
On myself, after twenty or thirty reflections,
OF those fossil remains which she called her 'af-
tectiOns.'
And that rather decayed, but-well known work
Which Miss Clara persisted in calling her heart
So we were engaged. Our troth has been plight
ed:
Not by moonbeams, by sunbeam, by fountain, or
But in front parlor, most brilliantly lighted,
Beneath the gas fixtures, We whispered our love-"
The adage is old that there's many slip,
In the course of true love- 'twiXt the cup and the
lip"
And the chalice of bliss that our lover had found
By word, reasOnly spoken, he dashed to the
His bright aspirations his castles in air,
We're shrOuded forever in clouds of despair.
1t seems Miss Clara was asked to IA ball,
A very select and recherche affair
And she, in the fashions the leader of all,
In the pride of her beauty must surely lie there.
But alack and alas! Notwithstanding the cargo,
From Paris imported per good steamer Ohio;
Notwithstanding the thousands and thousand OF
dollars,
Invested in satins silks velvet and collars:
The maiden III tears and almost in despair,
Could not go to the ball for she'd nothing to wear
Her lover suggested silken brOcade,
Pink, purple and lilac, and many shade:
A Satin a velvet. a rich grenadine
In which, at the bail room, of fashion the queen
She might, with her raiment and grades allied,
Bring her foes to her feet, and her beauX to her
side,
Ofladies the envy, of lovers the pride
In vain were his pleadings, with logic and skill,
Her reason was dead, and had left her will
And the Will in expression had made her the heir
of that quarter of syllables Nothing to wear"
The lover insisted; her vows she forgot,
And called him monster, n base HOttent0t.
The foot that was clOven 10 longer cOncealing,
He was fairly exposed as a man without feeling,
She had heard full enough, and she wished for
no more.
He saw that it might not be prudent to linger,
And seiZing his beaver, he made for the door,
To which she was pointing her gem-lghted finger
And stopping moment, to breathe on the Square,
Heard cry of distress, i have nothing to wear"
The maiden was right; she was naked indeed
With the veSture of innocence bartered away
Mid the pomp of the world, she was feeling the
need
OF the mantel of faith OH her shoulders to lay,
The faith that in troubles and trials below.
When hopes that we cherished are sundered and
riven,
Will point from the depths of our sorrow and woe
To the home of the blessed, in the mansions of
heaven.
The faith, that in lCOrkS with will and way,
Lifts up the unfortunate, stricken by sorrow;
Dispell:ng the clouds from the sky of to-day,
For the sunrise of hope On the coming Tomorrow.
faith such as ths-With a hand and u heart
The troubles and burdens of others to share
Was Clara FitzpOOde no parcel or part,
And truly she uttered, " I've nothing to wear"
Go be continued
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