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[For tlie WnyiKuregfo Nows.]
A Leaf from asi rt»i>tn,iislu*<I Focn
And next at AYnynesboro, wo bah.A you know,
A queer little place, commenced long ago,
And when will he Atiishod, there's hut one can tell
Hut one thin" is Mire, what is done s’doho well.
’Tis the county site too, of famous old Hurko,
A pinoe where the negroes n«*t fat, at their work,
And the nohlo soulc.l " Jink rah" live just ns they
please,
In frolic or work or luxurious ease.
"Why mother Eve’s Eden, was nothing to this,
Your pardon, Dear madam, I mean naught amiss,
I (I as soon live in Eden, ns in Hurko, you well know,
If all the Ilurke people, wore going there too.
And 'tis of the people, ami not of the land,
I am going to write you, though on either hand,
Hnll awav countless'acres, when emerald glow,
AY hen decked with the cotton hull, whiter than snow
On •■olden rowed corn, form n picture I ween—
AY I mse rival for beauty, could scarcely he seen.
And tirst of the gentlemen, pray let me tell,
A "hnll/" I’m told,has duhhedone,a "hank hill,
Not that he loves money ! of course not! oh no I
Or could he exchanged, for the glistening rhino,
Not that he is cov, or changeful or cold,
No, no, hut lie’s always, as good as tlm gold.
Another the “ Extract of Luhin” that’s l*at, •
Hut none hut his sweet heart, would dare call him
that.
‘ I'll own he is polished, from heaver to toe,
Imposing and darling, hut sweet 1 cant go.
Another “ Exquisite'' Lord Ohosterlield says,
AYheii anything’s said, you must turn it both ways,
Examine oacli point, as a buyer would a horse,
And if there's a compliment take it of course.
Exquisite, applied to trappings or dress,
Make gentlemen feel, most “ beautifully less"
Hut oh when applied to talents, as well,
It makes every nerve, with rich music thrill.
One “cinnamon drops" some Indies you know,
AVitli cinnamon drops, find their cheeks all aglow.
And one is “nil go«sl" an angel earth horn,
AYo wonder if “angels," cat collards and corn.
And many are nameless, just ns the stars,
That glisten all night, ’til Heaven unbars,'
Tim gates of the sun, the higher from Earth,
The less mortals know, of their names or their
worth.
It seems presumption, hut just let mo try,
To christen a few, of these sonring*so high.
Ami first there is “ Pinto," too young for a sage,
A'et wearing the laurels, and wisdom of age,
Already he holds, an ollico of trust,
The talents, God given to him, will not rust.
And next young “ Apollo," with thick raven c urls
llis head, tilled with law, his heart, with the girls.
And “ beauty" who worships himself, and Ills glass,
Ought I to say mirror! well lie'll let it pass.
Those live in the village, hut many a one,
1 Comes up every week, for business and fun.
|There's Sparkle" whodrives and prances to town
This dimming French nikiwitch, a gray and a
J brown, f
laugh on his lips and a jest on Ins tongue,
Ijfo make* father time's heels, fly swiftly along
f And “True-blue" the plnntcr, with his fancy mares
t Jual two miuutc* forty, tlnsl in palraj
He's grave and outspoken, 'nut gen" r “»s »ud free,
And who could resist the Mink of his eye1
There'* Edo and Ido, two physic-nl sprig#,
lYho think to drive up hill to fame, in their gigs.
Hut dear pm, my pcipnr and tire, are out,
po the rest, 1 iutoU'lud co toll you about,
•Must wait, ’til again from your own self I hear,
4vhieh I hope will he soon, sooner, soonest my clear
y\nd so Au roroir, which means I am told,
/* Good by for unccriing"
Yours ns over of old,
A Jldnnie Maxwell, of sweet clover nook,
To Minnie Maealpln*. of modow bound brook,
f I in sure I can’t tell, exactly the date,
Hut 'tis In December Ib-'»B.
1 N. H.
'Tis said that onn's lot tor, is never complete,
No matter how elegant, llnlsliod or neat,
Unless there's a poslcript, and so I'll Just snv,
That one of the AYnynesboro stars Is away,
A star of llrst magnitude—a real gem,
I know of no name, just suited to him.
Enough, that fame's pen, is writing his story
And every fresh page, is from "glory to glory.’
Augu»tn, Georgia,
A truthful soul, a loving mind,
Full of allbctlon for its kind;
A spirit Ann, erect and free,
That never basely bends the knee.
That will not hear u fathers weight;
Of slavery's chain for small or great;
Thaiiruly speaks from God within;
That never makes a league with sin;
That snaps tlm letters despots ninko,
And loves the truth for its own sako;
That worships God, and Him alone,
And hows no more than at Uis throne;
That iroudde* at no tyrant’s nod;
A soul that fears no one hut God,
And thus can smile at curse or ban;
This b the toul that tnakci a man.
