The Goddess of Slang: A Poetic Flirtation in the Territory

The Goddess of Slang.

[Ms court’s beautiful girl once tonight.] When I approached as almost divine, As a long song to but created the sweet little dream That all she would be mine. In her wonderful wealth of her chestnut hair, And her eyes of matching blue. I laid my hand on her shoulder And said, 'My body is for you.' Buried in tears, but managed to keep From showing my intense surprise. I pressed my lips lightly on brow and cheek And then on her neck, with a sigh. I told her my love 'As deep as the sea,' (I felt her heart go pitter-patter.) 'I would worship her always if she would be mine.' And she blushed red, 'But that’s wind, the mill tell.' I told her her cheek would put the rose to shame: 'Let the faded crimson pale; And the ocean with coral could never compare With the lips of my beautiful girl.' That her voice was like a lily that comes to the air In the night time—and sweet was her smile! As that of an angel, and softly she breathed, 'Unless you can just buy your pile!' In the bush of the straightest still whispered on, And pressed her more close to my breast; Talked sweeter than Romeo, dearer than Cloud, And told her how true love was best; Of bliss in a cottage, of flowers and birds, (Though I felt at times strange out of joint,) When she looked with a smile, and delicately lisped In my ear, 'It’s not quite so plain!'

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now so "also Country Town - An traveler. Mr. Henry C. Bowen delivered an address at the fair in Woodstock, Conn., in which he made the following remarks in closing: The time is not far distant when the people in our towns and villages will organize, and go systematically and joyfully to work in making public improvements. Those places which move the soonest will reap the earliest and greatest renown, for they will soon in population the refined, the most enterprising and wealthy, and will permanently secure their prosperity. Real estate will increase in value, taxes will decrease because of the increase in volume of property and of population, and everybody will be made happier and better by the change. It is time to think of the improvement of your public streets and highways. It is time to think of sidewalks and shade trees along all your highways, of public parks and playgrounds, of lodging houses and boarding-houses, of flowers and shrubbery —of grading and leveling—of doing everything in your power to make all these beautiful hills and valleys bud and blossom as the rose, and be more and money out pride and joy. In this good work you must unite, harmony is, and persevering, and the blessed yearly investment of time and money you will make will not only pay you well every day the year round and all your life long, and thousands shall share in our investment when you are dead and forgotten. Let every man, woman and child do something in this matter, and do it promptly. You can at least plant an elm or a rose bush every year, and you will not have lived entirely in vain. A single word more under this head. I hope the time will speedily come when it shall be called a punishable offense for any man to make the public highway his depositary for all his broken crockery and stone heaps, and old rubbish from his garret and barn, from cellar and dooryard. Such notion is harmful, demoralizing, and a public nuisance, and it should be rigidly forbidden and prevented. You have the power thus to do, and I hope you will have the disposition to enforce it. It is for the public good that this should be done, and that is reason enough. And here is better, if one wants a nuisance, let him have it in his own dooryard, where he can see it, ponder over it, and smell it every day, all by himself. Those towns and villages will most prosper which fast multiply their local attractions. You will all, of course, vote for schools, churches, and workshops, and this is right, but you must march onward beyond these points as fast as you can with a proper regard to other duties. Look out for public institutions and endow them. Look out for your streets and highways, and improve them. Make your town, your village, and your parks more and more beautiful every year. Your homes will be made better, and your souls will be richer for so doing. Pardon this friendly criticism and accept my best wishes for your continual prosperity.