Love And Poetry

Among the maDy letters in regaid to matrimony received by James L. Babcock on whose marriage depends so many thou sand dollars, the fullowing poetical effu sions are among ihe best. The first wa received a couple of weeks ago, and Mr Babcock's secret ary wrote to the fai author, congratula'ing her on her epistl but 8iiLgested that while the sen.imen expressed was woithy, the langunge usei was not the must refined. In response to this, he received the second letter, couchec in more refined Unguage and wiitteia to please his etyle: WESTERN AVE., ALLE9HENY CITY, Pi Jan. 20, 1$89. Dear Mr. Bab., your prospecta sir, Are just r.o.v making quite a stir; So many letters you have got From those who wish to snare your lot, Thftt I will boldly venture too, And see what poetry will do. My form is tall, and large, and straight ; I always walk in my nwn gait; My eyes are dark, so is my hair - The latter though is getting spare; But with your wealth l'd be quite rich, And of t could buy a bran new switch. To see my feet you would proclaim That I was a Chicago dame; My hands are large, and broad, and red, My face is, too, so some have sald, But oh ! my heart is full of love. So let me come and be your dove. My Plttsburg home l'd gladly Ieave, And never more for it would grieve ; A wií'e tere never would be such, And all tbat money firmly clutch. My heart in rapture tuin to thee, O quickly, qulckiy, send for me. Viola G. Western Ave , Allf.ghf.ny City, Jan. 30, 1S89 Dear Kir. your leiter t at hand, And evtry line I ulosely öUtuirK-d. And now I think you are uukiitd To say my rhyme was not retíned. I simply tolil you what was trui;. And 8bould expeet the same from you. Is this hut you would have me say In your sweet Bentimental way : I am so queenly, grand, and fair, With dubky eyes and raven hair: Am always pleasant, mild, and sweet, With dimpled hands and litile feet. My movements all are full of grace, And such a kind, angelic face, My ev'ry step ts boft and low, I.iku dreamy songs ot long ago. Put this letter with the other, See what differeuce yiu discover. This is your style, and that is mine, At least, it is so far as rhyme. I hope you are not dull or cross, But if we wed I tMnk l'll boss; And with my charmiug, pretty ways We would have none but sunny days. Don't let your secretary write, I feel lor him a little ►pite. Telling me what style to ape - 'Parthenia" and "Prlseilla" shape. But if you answer this at all, Please write yourself, if but a scrawl ; Your penmanship l'd like to scan, lt oft doth indícate the man.