The N.C. Republican, and civil rights advocate., 1884-05-22
The Wedding of a POetess.

Here is the New \ Ork Morning Jour-
mats special account of the wedding of
Ella Wheeler, the wcll-known poeteSs, to
Robert NJ Wilcox, at Milwaukee:
Miss Wheeler appeared in the parlor at
$3.50 A. NJ, just nine minutes ahead of
time. There was deep, almost startling
intensity in the fathomleSsness of her
steel gray eye. Her beautiful hair was
warped at the back and frizzled in front.
Candor, coupled with an expression of
far-seeing unreaChfulness, stamped her
noble features with its indelible mark,
Wreaths of holly hung suspended from
the ceiling, and through these the poetess
gazed into the tar-away labyrinth, as it
were, of her own futurity Her ethereal
figure was held spcll-bound by chintz
princess with inverted gussets at the ell
bow, an excellent precaution against fire.
A necklace of Indian beads was among
her ornaments, and attached to her
belG was something tnat resembled a
scalp.
She leaned gracefully against a cast
iron bust Of Heloise, and her lips moved
up and down as though she yearncd for
piece of chewing gum. The minute
hand Of the eight-day clock had reached
the great moment that was to decide her
destiny Miss Wheeler started convul-
sively. There was a roll of approaching
wheels, splash, an open door and Rob
ert Mermidon Wilcox entered the room
and stood with lowered head and droOp
ing lashes in the awful presence of his
mystic bride.
Drawing herself up to her full height,
crossing her arms, and concentrating her
gaze upon the man who had snatched
away at one pop the freedom of her very
soul, Miss Wheeler said
In rythmical frenzy | shiver
On Quicksan1s o soulful sIsnanse,
And watch the raphso iical river
From my tesr-tetching seat on the fence.
Should the thu deroODs lunch on my life
light
I'll hing thee a basket of stars,
That thy brow az efrulge in a bright white
Like dialems ripped out of Mars.
Her voice trembled with emotion, but
she never once took her eye off Wilcox
The latter was attended by his friend
and hacker, Colonel Fl. r. Benjamin.
who whispered some words Of assurance
in his ear. With a mighty effort Wilcox
braced up, and in bell-like tones inquired /:
If the gods of al gushing should mate us
Ere the lptingling laughter has fed,
Couldst thOd sling in the salt a!eratus
And Quiver the dough int1 bread.
/ Couldst thou blush in the face OF a blizzard
/ Or sigh o'er a cyclone let loose:
Coudsy thou tear from the turkey his gizzari
And quench the last quack o. a gooe:
AS the last faint words of the man who
was to lead her into the dim vista of
other years ceased their reverberations,
Ella twisted spasmodicaIly, made two
steps forward, and then posing graceful
ly on the toes of her dainty slippers, said
Now riIlowed on fern-leaf, the curfew
| hear with my small coral ears;
Meth nks that it briugs back beef-stew
Flon the deep buried blank of dead years
Then clutch me fist u OF sunb ans
And ind them arc nd your fair lie,
/ That the nlgAt-hawks ma not hear my muse
screams
And dream that to thunder they're tied.
THAT settles it." said Mr. Wilcox,
advancing and seizing her hand, g we
will die together"
The Rev A. T. Mason, of the First
Baptist church, then pronounced the
marriage ceremony, and the name of Ell
la Wheeler perished forever.
A number of valuable presents were
received from distant parts of the coun-
try. The bride is a native of Dane coun,
ty and has been writing poetry since the
age of twelve. She is now thirty-twC
and the authoress of "The Poems ol
Passion Mr.. Wilcox is a member oi
9iff extensive silver plating firm and very
wealthy,