Year: 1879

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Moore.


Beautiful women have always been
my hobby. and the sight or a passing
glimpse II some radiantly lovely face
has often caused me to rave for days
thereafter. and write innumerable
sonnets to the unknown lovely being
who had riveted my tickle fancy for a
time. But be 1t said to nay credit
that none OF the maudlin trash eman-
aiing from the brain OF an unframed
school boy. ever found its way on
pinions OF love to the many fair i'd Is
Of my heart.->Eyen to -thiss day, when.
l should be making my peace with
this world and preparing for the final
will beat faster as / recall the lovely
image OF some one OF my many idols.
whom always worshipped from afar
and often whose name and residence
were wholly unknown to me, which,
however. instead Of lessening the
charm, added additional luster.


My ideal OF a lovely woman was al
ways that OF stately brunette, pos
sessing a wealth OF raven black hair.
beautifully moulded hands and feet,
while her form, which was Of course
perfection. should be clad in trailing
silks or velvet.


Until met Helen Gray. Ia all the
glory OF budding womanhood, with
her shining cells OF fnir hair, the hue
OF Furnished gold, and her radiant
blonde beauty, my fancy for brunettes
had always predominated. but then
and there transferred my allegiance
and have ever since remained true to
my last love. Though l still admire
my first loves, yet it Is not with the
deep and lasting affection which be-
stow on their more favored sisters
with eyes OF heavens own blue. or oil
a nut brown. In whose limpid anu en-
fathomable depths such q world ol
tenderness Is concealed.


Memory recalls every lineament ol
that fair. lovely face. every passing
expression, either OF affection or dis
dain; and as I gaze on faded repre-
sentation Of that once dearly lovec
face aud form, I am fain to confes.
that earth ne'er held truer, purel
woman, or one who so completely full
filed my ideas OF what a true woma al
should be.


/ well remember our first meeting
and how she blushed and tremble,
under my too ardent glances OF un
concealed admiration. was q mer
clown, boy then, in years, but alas
susceptible Of the grand passion. ane
whose odge time nor trouble has eve
worn away. although the idol OF m,
youth, my manhood and my old ag
has long since had resting place II
the silent land of the lost, but no
forgotten, dead.


For one year I was happy in tn
bliss Of being allowed to visit her, L
exchange views on the current topic
OF the day, and for hours to linge
and gaze on her radiant beauty, whicl
each day unfolded some new charm


In all that time I had never put M
late to the test, for her manner, al
though always friendly. was not OF
nature to encourage one In the belle
that they were preferred above al
others. Indeed, was very coward
craven. when I thought what m
fate would be-what mad impuls
would take possession OF newer
she to refuse my protection and m
deep alteration. / suffered hours O
untold agony in secret, and vainl
tried to cure my elf OF the mad infat
uation which so possessed me.
But while was breaking my hear
and passing long useless hours in he
presence, she was silently and uncom