Locomotive, Volume 7, Number 8, Indianapolis, Marion County, 20 January 1849 — Page 1

B RE Y IT Y I S THE SOUL O F . W IT. VOL VII. CITY OF INDIA NAP OLIS, SATURDAY, JANUARY 550, 1849 No. 8.

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' From the Model American Courier.. .'. .;, . To My Wife. ; I have, told thee before how this fond heart of mine Is proof to all love save that pure one of thine ; I have told thee mine eye saw no. -beauty so 'rare, : As it sees in thy blue eye and soft curling hair ! I have sung thee, adored one, the song of my heart, Which knows of no heaven except where thou art. I have sung to' thy beauty each soul impulsed strain, And now 1 awake them t to. praise thee again ! ' Long bride of my spirit now wife of my heart. What now in this wide world can tear us apart; Since doubting and fears and conjectures are past, . And thou art my own wife forever at last ! -' " ' Long years rolled between us since first on thy brow I saw that pure light which'illumines it now ; Yet shrank from the -beauty that o'er thee; was thrown, . .'.""' For, oh ! I despaired to e'er make it my own ! But the long dreary night of despair is now past, And morning hath dawned on my fond heart at last. First loved of my spirit! Sole loved of my heart,

I he night was thy. absence tis morn where thou art! JUNIUS. A Race with a Porker. An amusing incident occurred in this -city one day last week, which we think will bear telling. A Dutchman, who was .at work on the levee, had taken off his eoat, and for want of a better, peg, had hung it on the ground. Now the Dutchman being a family man, and withal , rather generous, had-taken care to store the pockets of his outer garment with ginger cakes, for the benefit of his " vrow"

and little ones at home. A long slab-sided, gaunt-1

looking porker, which had tailed in getting his usual amount of refuse that day, came up shortly after," and smelling the savoury "ginger-cakes, thought doubtless he had as good a right to steal a dinner, as some of his race that walk on two legs, have to cabbage things, of more value. Atx all events, he began snuffing the air for a time, with a very wistful look, and finding the smell wholesome, determined to have a taste. Accqrdinglyhe made a dive upon the Dutchman's coat, and seizing it as fast as his legs could carry him, in a very hoggish manner. "0, mine Got! mine coats, mine cakes!" cried the Dutchman, in consternation ; and forthwith - his two legs were moving like drumsticks in competition with the four of his hungry friend. Away hounded hog and coat, and onwa.id leaped the coatless native of fader land" in eager chase. Talk about the race between Fashion and Boston ! why it was nothing to that race for a dinner. Mile beg pardon curJ-stones were passed with a velocity that almost drew fire from heir flinty heads, while the pajfmg of the racers drew the citizens to the doors and windows, to ascertain what boat was comlngup. Some laughed at the fun and so did the

Dutchman, but on-the "wrong side of his mouth." By this time the. cakes had found exit, thro' a tremendous, rent in the pocket, and were- leaving a trail behind, that required none of the Indian's, saSacity to follow. " At length the porker, finding the contest dubious while, he carried weight, dropped the coat, and seizing a plump' cake, which drew a groan from his pursuer, deliberately turned aside to

make y assurance , doubly sure, by devouring me precious morsel. The Dutchman stopped, picked

up his coat, and examined it with a'wo-begone look. Then he took the backward trail to collect the scattered cakes, muttering: - . '-"-' .,"0, mine Got! vat a counthrys!. Even de pighs steals, like ter teyfel : and nobody knows yen nobody. ish safes. Mine Got ! I vills co pack agins to Yarmany, and sthay mid mine mudder vat ish deads. Mine Got ! von cakes losht ! O, vat a Meriky for liberties. Yaw, all ish liberties here too mush liberties, by tarn, a good deal," and away be went to console himself as best he could. -N. O Paper, j

LA D IE S DEPARTMENT.

EDITED BY A LADY.

Saturday, January 20 , 1849.

I "Wonder if he loves me.; ; To Mr. J. M. M. . I wonder if he loves me, I wonder if he feels, . . . , That thrilling tone of love, ' - . . That o'er my spiritsteals. ' . ' I wonder if he loves me, How oft he's breathed a vow, . 'That hex never would forget me . r I wonder if he loves 'me now. ' . " I wonder if he loves me, -l v v- - - Why should I wish to know, ' For oftimes he has told me, ' ; . . He could love none other so. ' . And though last night he asked me,, If-1 could love him too, ' " . -' But if, m heart would answer yes, . ' My lips still answered no. - - - . ."'- - - Ella.

- ... To Miss Mary J. V. . I knew not how l loved thee no ' -. I knew it not till' all was o'er," c: Until thy lips had told me so, " - Had told me I must love no more. I knew not how I loved thee-r-yet ' I long had loved .thee wildly, well,'x .. I.thougtrt t'were easy to forget, I thought a word would break the spell. 'And even when that word was spoken, . ' . Ay, even till the very last, -. ' 1 I thought that spell of faith once broken, I could not long lament the past.

0 foolish heart, O feeble brain, . 1 That love could, thus deceive subdue, :' Since hope cannot revive again, -.- Why cannot memory perish too. Will.

Woman the Conqueror. It is saying something for the heart of man, when it is proved that a woman commands him as a puppet especially made to obey her. For the man is not to.be envied who can" be deaf to the witching solicitations of a fair petition

er. v ne wno nas determined not to accede to a request she has "madej need not be ashamed of his weakness, if she at length compel him to yield implicit obedience .to her. will. . The heart, yielding thus to woman,; feels a happy expansion a weaknessthat is as delightful - as it is refining. The yielding thaws the icebergs of the worlding's soulj and lifts the -money-grub to thoughts of happy gentleness ; it thrusts out selfishness from the rich man's breasts, and wins acknowledgement of love from all. j : ' . . Exceedingly Distressing. A romantic young lady in Philadelphia, not' long since, by. accident

ieu into tne river, and was well nign drowned ere she was rescued from the water.-, She was borne home senseless. ' On coming too,. her heart was so. full of gratitude to the preserver of her life, that she assured her family that 'she would willingly marry him who rescued-. her. Impossible said her father. . ' Why, is he already married?' 'No.V i Was it not that interesting young man. that lives in our neighborhood?' 'Dear me, no it. was. a New Foundland Dog T Her hopes were blighted. ' " , , -4D mm w u. d ir & t i 0 u ;

. . , ; -'c . Winter Lines.' From the land of the" ice and snow, . The cold north wind doth rudely blow,. O'er earth it breathes its chilling breath, -And whistles aloud its march of death ; . The merry streams, that all day long, Did dance and play to the. happy song . Of their own sweet murmering, v. . ' Have hush'd the gladsome" tones, nor sing' To the joyous leaping of theif waves, In their own light they've found their graves, And mirror'd on their icy face, . Heaven's beauties now we trace. The stars look down and smile,' all bright, ... To see again their glorious light, c In fiery brilliance flashing there, ' As perfect as in upper air. :- '- - The trees of the wood, a solemn band, In snoyy robes, like spectres stand, . ' , . Or high, and low, their branches cast, Or bow their heads to the rushing blast. : Fields, all bare, no longer rife, With the bright smiles of blooming life, .Of shrub"and blossom, bud and flower, They too have felt the cold winds power, ' Stretch'd out in silent death they tell, This wind to them was a funeral knell.'. ' As 'tis with stream, with tree and flower, So too with man, there comes an hour, When he must feel the icy death, . . -Of a darker winter's frozen breath. Max.