DISTINCTIONS OF AFFECTION; OR, NO ACCOUNTING FOR, TASTE.

Tuapeka Times, Volume II, Issue 56, 6 March 1869, Page 5

DISTINCTIONS OF AFFECTION ; OR, NO ACCOUNTING FOR, TASTE.

" "What is the human hesut? none e'er could tell. What wight hath told what in its core doth dwell? It is a pluciblcss sea, v/hereiu from ken thing 3 lurk : Wherein throughout all time old Myst'ry does its woik. My Sally wears no crinoline, To seem as fat as she is thin ; Deceit and she do nM agree : Her heart from guile is ever fr..<\ {So in my heart l'il ceaseless vow To love and wed but Bally. My Rally wears a cotton gown ; She sleeps not on a bed of down. Her bonnet is of antique shape : She will not fashion's pattern ape. Yet in ray soul I'll ceaseless vow To love and wed but Sally. She cannot boast of ebon hair ;—; — To&'hat shall I its hue compare ? 'Ti&ike a jEaded 'autumn leaf, Whwo verdant life lias been but brief. Stll in my soul I ceaseless vow To love and wed but Sally. Her eyes are neither black nor blue : No limner e'er could paint their hue ; They have not in them love nor mind ; Yet something in them I can find That makes me in my soul to vow To love and wed but Sally. Her cheeks are like the lifeless lead That heeds not what of it is said ; A niveous hand she does not own ; Her foot seems as much overgrown. Still in my soul I ceaseless vow To love and wed but Sally. Her form was not by nature graced ; Her strength and weakness seem misplacid. Her waist is like some sturdy tree That dares tho storm its roots to free. Still in my soul I ceaseless vow To love and wed but Sally. She knows not how to curtsy low ; She values not the leman's bow ; She knows not how to lightly pace ; She knows not how to dance withgrace. Still in my soul I ceaseless vow To love and wed but Sally. To music's charms her soul is dead : From heavenly strains she oft has sped ; j For song-birds' notes she care 3no t *. more Than for the threat'ning lion's roar. Still in my soul I ceaseless vow To love and wed but Sally. She knows not of great Homer's name; She knows not of the poets' fame ; Byronian lays she knows not of ; She knows not of romantic love. Still in my soul I ceaseless vow To love and wed but Sally. She know 3 not how the sun doth rise* Its distance, nor its wond'roti3 size ; She knows not how the moon doth shine, Nor why at times it seems to pine. Still in my soul I ceaseless vow To love and wed but Sally. She knows not why the thunder roars, Nor why the flash doth downward course ; She knows not how the clouds bear raia, To nourish hill and vale and plain. Still in my soul I ceaseless vow To love and wed but Sally. She haa not known a mentor's aid, To teach her art which ne'er can fade. She know 3 not c'en the simplest lore ; She knows she lives, bub scarcely more. Still in my soul I ceaseless vow To love and wed but Sally. Let others love a lovely face ; Lot others wed a maid of grace ; Let others love the gay coquette, That pains a heart without regret ; But in my soul I ceaseless vow To love and wed but Sally. She know 3 that virtue is her all, Without it that she can but fall ; She knows that virtue is the crown That's to a wife more than renown. ; ' So in ray soul I ceaseless vow j To love and wed but Sally. Httmpheasius. Gpojnwell, March 2, 3 £69.