Smyrna times. [volume] (Smyrna, Del.) 1854-1987, 1884-01-02
Littleton Coke VS.. Clara Fitzpoodle
BY THE BARD OF TOWER HALL.

CHAPTER VI.
ittleton Coke started up i'll surprise,
With wonder protruding from both Of his eyes,
He sat up Il moment, then got out OF bed,
Looked up to the ceiling and down on the noor,
And, placing one hand ON the top of his head,
He carefully lifted the garments he wore;
And then from his pOcketbOOk taking note
He scanned it intently, determined that.he,
With full seven senses would put il to vote,
If Iittleton Coke was the note promisee,
Was he LittletOn Coke, and was LittlctOn he?
When he got fairly dressed and had fully awoke,
He found that he really was Littleton Coke;
That same individual, certain and true
The man of my story with nothing to do.
In month he was married, and strange though
it seems
The maid resembled the maid of his dreams.
The wedding, of course, was splendid Affair;
The nabObs of fortune were all OF them there
The Burst-Ups, the Stuck-Ups, the Stand-Cps. the
Stay-Ups;
But the question arises, how many were Pay-UpS?
For this much is certain that one OF them There
The proud cynosuTe Of beVy of beauties
Was Clara FitZpoodle with nothing TO wear,
And i'll debt to her uncle for unsettled duties.
The parties were married. the wedding was over,
The strings of their hearts were most sweetly i'll
Shone on, as they stood in the tallest of clover,
| From the heaven of love by u fully honey moon.
They packed up their things, and went off on
To old Saratoga. of fashion the pride:
| Where rose-kissing zephyrs both balmy and pure
Could deposit their sweets on the lips Of the bride
Where Cupid, well pleased with the work he had
Or rather the matter, so fairly begun.
The spark he had kindled might fan with his
To fame that no water could quench at the
| springs.
Saratoga they left, to Niagara going.
| To see mid the wonders, the wonder of all,
Where the deep rolling surge i'll its majesty flow
ing,
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 attuned by the pureSt devotion,
| TO him who has spoken thus far to the ocean,
| And hOldeth, i'll mercy. the heOds i'll His hands,
| They looked and they wondered, the bride was
And said to her husband, while passing along,
| Like those drops in the stream may our hearts
Our love, like Niagara, constant and strong"
Yes" answered the husband, and don't deem
me cruel,
Those duplicate rose buds dontspoil with pout
| If in sport remark to my hearts dearest Jewel,
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-
cadc."
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 in the city or out at the Falls.
We can follow the fashion and come if we please
But we can't get away from such troubles at these
NOTE.-My readers will perceive that | have
jumped over the interesting particulars of court
ship, have married off my hero in month from
the date of his dream and have got him as far a.
Niagara on his bridal tour. In my next numhc
| shall give some particulars of the gossip at tn,
Falls, and if certain parties DO not get thrashiIl
over the back of one of the visitors then, then
will acknowledge myself mistaken in saying tina
the ladies hereafter would have all the best o
the argument. Look out for the next number
and while waiting, do not forget the bargains il
Clothing, now offered by
GARITEE, MASTEN & ALLEN,
TOWER HALL, may H-l
SIS and $40 Market street, Philadelphia.