Year: 1872

Unique Letter Of Tilted Colored Lover.
An Augusta County friend, now in West
Virginia, enclosed TO us the following letter for
publication, which, as he says, is "a copy of the
closing letter of correspondence between one
of our Fifteenth Amendments and his sweet
heart" We suppress the names. 1t is as
follows:


MEADOW CREEK


SUMMERS Co., WEST. Va.


March 10th, 1872,


Your very amiable and impressive missive,
bearing date Feb. Goth, came duly to hand,
and contents critically noted While the con-
tents of that Communication were not wholly
unantici pated, | received them with that dig
nifty and Indifference which is characteristic OF
a wise man-when duped Ito some extent) by
frail and tickle thing called woman There
are. l believe, some true and warm hearted
women in the world, which, of course re-
specific balance, melancholy joke on crea-
ton. Miss -, you are right good old sad
joke. Among mankind there are great many
good but unwlse men, who foo!ishly allow
themselves to be wrecked upon the shoals of
that refined species of rascality commonly
known as Irritation quality not only predom-
inant but inherent in most women, and i'm
pertinently considered by them an accomplish
ment. Such women approach men with smiles
and Establishments, but. like Cleopatra, they
have an asp concealed in their bosoms. The
appeals of men, when charmed by such, are
heard no more than the cry of the lamb to
the wolf-the seaman to the wild wave. That
loved you once. neither palliate nor deny
but now the casket is broken, the beautiful
jewel crushed, ami the long link in the conca-
tenary chain Of our affections forever sew
ered For you have no further love. Thou
deceitful thing


'Knowest thou that / can clip thy wanton wing


In words alone am not wont to chafe;
Look to thyself-nor deem thy falsehoods safe ~
My heart to-day is as cold as a dogs nose
and as dry as chip.


Alas our young affections run to waste or
water but the desert. Ia my hearts delusion
| once cherished the fond hope that you would
be the dove of peace and promise in mine
ark


1.-THE evening beam that smiles the clouds away
And tint3 tomorrow with prophetic ray"


| can now cast you away as lightly as child
would toy, and recur to you only when the
folly of the world suggests treachery! You
disdaiued with naughty words and insulting
epithets to return my love-that is your right
SO long as the barbarity of this age allous
,oonen to do as they please. That letter ''Ah,
it was the unkindest cut of all And think
you, after this, that can love you still. Think
not with the deluded poet:


"Like early unrequited love


One spot exists which ever blooms


Even in that deadly grove


A single rose is shedding there


It's lonely lustre meek and pale:


1t looks as planted by despair


So white-so faint-the slightest gale


Might whirl the leaves on high;


And vet, though storms and blight assail,


And hands more rude than wintry sky


May wiring it from the stem-in vain


Tomorrow sees it bloom again"


Not so with me! the memory of that love
will bury in the sands of New River and write
as it's epitaph in imperishable characters-FOUL
PIAY-never to be awakened again until the
last 'Reveille' shall beat, from which there will
be no absentees, and when justice, shorn of all
partiality, shall be awarded to all human ras-
cality You declare 10 your letter that it is
the last of your intentions to unite yourself to
an idiot" You are handsome specimen OF
feminine mortality to pronounce upon human
sanity why. madam, it would take modern
French Engineer to calculate the amount of
YOUR insolence. Why you are lunatlc ! Your
Intellectual calibre is a contemplate gauge. by
which to measure my numerous accomplish
ments and varied requirements, to say nothing
oe my fiue personal appearance. 10 scale the
Chimborazo of your.impertinence, you close by
sayipg, Now may the Evil One help you to
bear it ALL" When did the women of Cul.
pepper get license to cuss? | suppose by the
Evil One you mean the dew! or you may
know some fellow meaner The, Devil will
hardly cast shadow over your pathway or ruff
fle the smooth current of your mortal existence
for he believes in the elect But as for me, he
is an annoyance, for am traveller to that
other and better country. But should be be
SO fortunate to escape you as have done, we
will in all probability never meet again; but
should you possibly ring in where | am going,
we will not be in seeing or speaking distance,
for will get seat % benches or Is hundred
feet beyond where you will ever aspire. Fare
we'll forever. When the weather breaks, go to
planting corn. Degilishly yours,