The state republican. (Jefferson City, Mo.) 1871-1896, 1894-04-19
EHgibie Bachelors.

Bob Batch, who seems to have
been alternating for a time, has
suddenly returned to the field of
poesy, and writes the following
passionate dithyorambic in reply to
Miss Delaney's rhythmical letter
published two weeks ago We can
sympathize with Bob Batch.
We've been there;
70 MISS DELANEY.
Dear Madam: Now that gentle spring
is putting on her dress
Excuse the vulgarism | unwittingly
express
Ny prospects in the field of love | would
not thus lmperil-
1t should be-now, that gentle Spring
is DOMINIC her apparel;
That winters pail has given place to
Springtime's lovely sheenj
That woods aud hill-tops all are crowned
with diadems of green;
That flowers begin to fringe the banks
of rivulets and burns;
No wonder that to thoughts Of love the
fancy lightly turns.
/ NOw HES the poet of the Spring to some
scquesiercd nook,
And pondcrs meditatlvcly DER Nature,
open book.
Anon his plaintive swelling strains upor
the breeZes soar
The same old tunes we've heard at leaSt
Il thousand times before.
Now from its long hlbernal sleep awakes
the festive fly,
And nnnchalantly weuds his way across
the cuStard pie.
The bObolink, and blue-bird too, swee
harbingcrs of spring,
Awake the morning echoes by theil
joyous carulling.
The very air seems laden with sof
whispering> of love,
And the spirit : lightly lifted all materia
things above.
And, since you've been reclining in tn,
shades Of Cupid's bower,
| wonder not you've felt the inspiration
Of the hour.
Your message dear of love to me | "
read, and all the while
My heart went llipper-ilopper In the oil,
peculiar style;
And the wild, tumultuons feelings ant
the sweet, magnetic thrill
Tells the story that the heart is still tn
master Of the will.
How often, oh, how often, in the silen
houls of night
Hast thv vision pnutla VyilnNy Ullal m,
spirit with delight;
And dreamt we walked together in tn
regions of the blest,
Where no pesky rival troubles and tru
lovers are at rest. .
But ephemeral is pleasure, and, whe
spent its little day,
Like tho languid evening shadows
= like II spectre fades away.
Thus have ilUwn the hopes | cherished
y and my sad appearance tells
That within my lonely bosom now dar
melancholy dwells;
For, since to the possession of a colon'
you aspire,
J Dearest madam, from the field mu'
reluctantly retire, J..
For | IN but Il lowly private in the ranl
W. Na'AApN s'tt'i
The distinction of a g colonel, y glory
g%allantry, or fame.
II you want a noble colonel, as you y
stated, ''young but Tough
| will chcerfuily refer you to the gailal
o Colonel Il,
Who possesses all the qualities inherel
o in n man,
V Aud who knows the various paths whic
lead fIom Bersheba to Dan.
There's no hope Of now retaining Il
o lamented Colonel u,
Who has lately gone distracted oy'
Ma'mselle de Paris.
k Colonel Otis. too, has left u and
fealhering q nest
T. For a certain coy young damsel-wel
perhaps It's for the best.
-, IT'S true, it is pity, and a pity 7
W It's true,
THE adolescent Edwin s.. is still Il
young TO WOO,
-, Dear old Colonel Todd Is wanin
growing older every day;
Yet, with fortitude pursues the ev
tenor of his way
u Yes, the woods are full Of Colone
of still, aud as you plainly see,
!, Each awaits the conquering glahe
~ of fair divinity.
Though my fondest hopes are blast
l am with you TO the end,
10 You will be u sister to me, In Ictu
I'll be your friend.
tol Boz BATCH