Stedman and Hutchinson, comps. A Library of American Literature:
An Anthology in Eleven Volumes. 1891.
Vols. IX–XI: Literature of the Republic, Part IV., 1861–1889
Loves Young Dream
By George Augustus Baker (18491906)T
Yes, it’s so; report says true.
I’m engaged to Nell Latine—
What else could a fellow do?
Asked me, with paternal frown,
When I meant to go to work,
Take a wife, and settle down.
Stormed at my extravagance,
Talked of cutting off supplies—
Fairly bullied me, you know—
Sort of thing that I despise.
At the races—Governor raged—
So, to try and smooth him down,
I went off, and got engaged.
Sort of put up thing, you know—
All arranged with old Latine—
Nelly raved about it first,
Said her “pa was awful mean!”
Tell the truth, I’m rather glad;
Looking at it every way,
One must own it isn’t bad.
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,
Don’t let every man she meets
Kiss her, on the self-same night.
Nell and I are real good friends,
Call there often, sit and chat,
Take her ’round, and there it ends.
Acted like an awful calf—
Said I really loved her. Gad!
You should just have heard her laugh.
Why, she ran me for a month,
Teased me till she made me wince:
“Mustn’t flirt with her,” she said,
So I haven’t tried it since.
Like you read about in books—
Mingling souls, and tender 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.
Don’t see any of it now—
Spooning on your fiancée
Isn’t good style, anyhow.
Nell and me, you know—some day
Got 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.
Be on hand to wish us joy?
Be a groomsman, if you like—
Lots of wine—good-bye, old boy.