SELECT POETRY.
LOVE'S YOUNG DREAM; A.D. 1871.
"Thank you-much obliged old boy ! Yes, it's so ; report «wy» true. Governor was getting fierceAsked me. with paternal frown, When I meant to go to _work, Take a wife, ana Bettle down ? Stormed at my extravagance. Talked of cutting off supplies,— Fairly bullied me, you know ; Sort of thing that I despise. Then he'd pause and sip his wine ; And remark, he'd never seen Any girl that pleased him more Than that younger Miss Latine. Well, you know, I lost worst way At the races, — governor raged ;—; — So, to sort of smooth him down, I went off and got engaged. Sort of put up thing, you see,— All arranged with old Latine, — Nelly raved about it first, Said her "pa was awful mean !" Now it's done we don't much mmd — Tell the truth, I'm rather glad : Looking at it every way, One must own it isn't bad. She's quite pretty, rather rich ; Mother left her quite a pile ; Dances, goes out everywhere ; Fine old family, real good style. Then she's good, as girls go now — Some idea of wrong and right, — Dou'i lei every man she meets Kiss her on the self -same night. Jove ! the way some girls will act, Who've been out a year or two ! Don't know what they'd blush to hear ; What they wouldn't say and do. We don't do affection much ; Nell and I are real good friends ; Call there often ; sit, and chat ; Take her round; and there it ends. Spooning ! Well, I tried it once — Acted like an aw f ul calf — Said I really loved her ; then You should have heard her laugh ! Why ! she ran me for a month ; Teased me till she made me wince ; 4 Musn't flirt with her !' she said, So, I haven't done it since. Twould be pleasant to be loved As you read about in books, — Mingling souls and gentle eyes, — Love, and that, in all their looks ! Thoughts of you and no one else ; Voice that has a tender ring, Sacrifices made, and—well— . ,„ You know— all that sort of thing. All that's worn out bilk, they say — Don't see any of it now — Spooning on your fiancee Isn't good style, anyhow. Just suppose that one of U3,— Nell and me, you know- -some day, Gets like that, on some one else, Might be rather awkward !— eh? All in earnest, like the books- - Wouldn't it be awful rough ! Jove ! if I —but pshaw ! what bosh ! Nell and I are safe enough. - Take place in the spring, I think ; You'll be there and wish me joy ? Be a groomsman, if you like ; Lots of fun. Good-bye, old boy."
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Tuapeka Times, Volume III, Issue 180, 20 July 1871, Page 7
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448SELECT POETRY. Tuapeka Times, Volume III, Issue 180, 20 July 1871, Page 7
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