SHE IS GONE FROM OUR EYES.

Auckland Star, Volume III, Issue 638, 27 January 1872, Page 2

SHE IS GONE FROM OUR EYES.

One of our popular cicy bars has lost its great attraction in the sudden disappearance of the fair Hebe, who used to there dispense refreshing draughts to thirsty souls. But yesterday, and till a late hour last night, she shed the lustre of her beauty on the thirsty and amorous swains, that were wont to congregate around tho bar-pump over which she presided; nor did word or gesture tell of the catastrophe impending, or the cloud of sorrow about to descend on their blighted affections. The rayß of this morning's sun streamed through her lattice, but to behold the rejected apparel of the fair fugitive, who with all her belongings had departed the previous eye by the Nebraska. Nor had she gone alone ; for the piercing glances of her lustrous eyes, and tbo endearing blandishments of the fair enslaver had conquered the manly heart of a mild young man who had been accustomed to drive tho quill in one of our city offices, in the intervals of the seasons during which he had figuratively knelt at her feet, and sipped bitter beer and quaffed large draughts of love. Under the irresistible influence of the power of love, and exhausted by the spell which she had thrown over his spirit, this nice young man has fled with the fair enslaver, to enjoy in a land of freedom the luxury of basking for ever in the sunshine of her presence, unobserved by prying eyes, and unbored by the necessity of perching himself at times on an office stool. Glorious transpacific mail service ! balm to love-sick souls, as well as liberty to the victim of commercial laws. Visions of lovely islets in coral seas, where, bursting from the restraints of prudery, as well as tho übiquitous policeman, people can eat breadfruit and drink from limpid streams, and amid the gorgeous sylvan scenery of the tropics, " where the feathery palm trees rise, and the date grows ripe under sunny skies." No more thrippenny nobblers ! No more calculations of dividends .' But on the wings of love they have fled, leaving society to mourn its irreparable loss.