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 Inamorata, 
 
 Engaged 
 and Home. 
 
 By JOHN PENNIE, JR, 
 
 ILLUSTRATED. 
 
 Ai-BANY, N. Y. : 
 
 BuRDicK & Taylor, Printebs. 
 
 1886. 
 
Inamorata, 
 Engaged 
 
 and Home; 
 
 / 
 
 By JOHN PENNIE, JR. 
 
 ILLUSTRA TED. 
 
 Albany, N. Y. : 
 BuRDiCK & Taylor, Printers. 
 
 1886. 
 

 Copyrighted, j886, by John Pennie, Jr. 
 
INAMORATA. 
 
 J. PENNIE, JR. 
 
 Around the Normal school 
 Cupid led me like a fool, 
 
 There to await her, 
 My Amour, with braided hair. 
 Lithe step and face so fair, 
 
 -And waist so taper. 
 
Her jaunty hat and feather, 
 But mocked the icy weather, 
 
 That bleak December; 
 For her face was all aglow, 
 Like roses, hid in snow, 
 
 I well remember. 
 
I was wrapped in ulster coat, 
 And buttoned to the throat, 
 
 As warm as could desire: 
 But the glow her smile awoke 
 Was warmer far than coat — 
 
 Another kind of fire. 
 
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 The Professor of yon school 
 Has an arbitrary rule — 
 
 A sin, thought I, it is — 
 "That the girls can't have a beau' 
 Or us fellows ever know 
 
 So sweet affinities. 
 
She's gone her way to church, 
 I follow in the lurch 
 
 To seek, to find her; 
 I espy the sexton's pate, 
 Now he leads me to my fate — 
 
 A seat behind her. 
 
The bow beneath her chin 
 Did her caresses win 
 
 That I did covet. 
 A little curlycue, 
 Neglected strayed in view; 
 
 I could but love it. 
 

 As on the anxious seat, 
 As a bee to sip a sweet, 
 
 Waited I an liour, 
 And was glad that not a drone, 
 That thither buzzed alone. 
 
 Saw my fair flower. 
 
Ah! she may understand, 
 When I shall take her hand, 
 
 And, pressing, tell her 
 How envying I beheld her, 
 With head bent nigh the shoulder 
 
 Of another * fellow.' 
 
 lo 
 
The sermon was of love 
 And happy home above, 
 
 One, lonely-ones desire! 
 My sentiments they were 
 Just in regard to her, 
 
 Or I'm a— a squire. 
 
E'en the stained window pane, 
 Subdued in colcrs, came 
 
 And kissed the altar; 
 Men whispered to their wives, 
 So peaceful seemed their lives, 
 
 Why should I falter? 
 
At last the sermon 's over, 
 Now for my suit in trover — 
 
 Possession evermore. 
 I'll out beneath the portal 
 And speak to yonder mortal 
 
 Coming through the door. 
 
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But, like a cat with back up, 
 A fellow with his hat up, 
 
 Came simpering to her; 
 And together off they walk 
 And there left me to stalk 
 
 A solitary viewer. 
 
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I leaned against a post, 
 Laid out as any ghost 
 
 By a confessor, 
 When the sexton said to me 
 With a grinning sympathy: 
 
 "Dot voz ze professor." 
 
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It is evident you see, 
 That he has an eye on me, 
 
 And cut my story short; 
 She smiled, and so I waited, 
 But when she graduated 
 
 We set his rules at naught. 
 
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 So, my bliss was made complete 
 In the sequel, now replete 
 
 With love — delighted 
 Thus my Daphne I pursued. 
 Persuaded her and wooed, 
 
 And was requited. 
 
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ENGAGED. 
 
 FOUNDED ON FACT. 
 
 Your Reporter rang the bell, 
 For a sensation or "a sell," 
 And said with courteous bend 
 " Young man! I am your friend 
 And represent the press. 
 Editor, 'sub,' more or less. 
 Is't true that your engagement 
 Was preceded by estrangement ? 
 Gossip and Rumor has a bet 
 And say the miff's not settled yet; 
 So in words just as they ran 
 Will you state how it began ? 
 To remove a wrong impression 
 Is the pride of our profession ; 
 Besides it is within our power 
 To make you Hero of the hour." 
 "Thanks," he replied, and "yes, ha, ha! 
 There was a slight prelusive spar, 
 
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And in words just as they ran 
 You shall hear how it began, 
 As in course ol conversation, 
 In a spirit of flirtation, 
 I said, ' Charming Carrie! 
 Would you consent to marry 
 A fellow like myself ? 
 'Cause if you would I'll tarry 
 And inform you of the Elf; 
 Of his pedigree, anon, 
 I'll acquaint you further on — 
 He is a tall young fellow, 
 About my size and height, 
 I tell you he adores you, 
 He does upon my life 
 And wants a wife.' 
 
Incidentally I sighed 
 
 As she in smiles replied, 
 
 *Why, Cousin John, who is the man. 
 
 Why who, who can it be, 
 
 O, yes! perhaps I'd marry 
 
 If he's deep in love with me, 
 
 And young and gay and handsome, 
 
 And in finances well-to-do. 
 
 If so, just introduce him, 
 
 I'll grant an interview, 
 
 — Especial — if it's true.' 
 
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I gave another sigh, 
 Shall it be he or I ? 
 She sang — it was so very sweet 
 I was carried off my feet. 
 I pride myself on my attire, 
 But hers — a Langtry might admire. 
 So gazing sentimentally 
 I whispered confidentially, 
 'Why, Carrie, dear! you have him here. 
 One whose contour equals mine. 
 Ah, yes! he loves you, never fear — 
 Both rich and suitable — in fine 
 The bon-ton of the fashion 
 Admits for you a passion. 
 No, no! he would not wed or woo 
 Without enough for two 
 I positively know.' 
 
Then hurriedly said she 
 To end my misery, 
 Yes, hurriedly as 'twere, 
 She said without demur, 
 ^Dear Cousin John! let it be done 
 With moderate haste, but no delay. 
 Lest you repent' — she softly smiled- 
 'Or I elope with — Oscar Wilde. 
 But, you must 7iever love another, 
 Or wander, ever far. 
 Shall I break the news to mother 
 While you inform papa? 
 It's quite proper.' 
 
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Too precipitate by far — 
 Confound iier old papa! 
 Now perceive my position, 
 There was no such proposition; 
 So to amend, I said, ' It is my friend 
 That I was to inquire for, 
 A fellow like myself,' no more; 
 (With straightest face, in accents sad) 
 When, deuce take it! she was mad. 
 The carpet and her little toe 
 Alarming beat a quick tat-too. 
 And the piano gave a croak 
 As tho' a storm it would invoke. 
 'Twas a very serious thing, you know, 
 But such mistakes will happen so ; 
 The case was one, you plainly see, 
 Of error in identity — 
 Ignoring Aim for me. 
 
Words of explanation 
 Failed to sooth the irritation, 
 So, 'Adieu,' said I; 'to-night 
 I'll introduce the rover, 
 And if he don't set matters right 
 I'll — no! I'll think the matter over.' 
 My button-hole bouquet she crushed, 
 She'd sing no more nor would she play, 
 Her face was warmer than a blush, 
 So, I thought I would away; 
 Pug growled, as tho' he'd like to know 
 If I were a friend or foe. 
 I had called to stay to tea, 
 But concluded not to wait, 
 My friend you see awaited me 
 And it was rather late, 
 I thought, and hot. 
 
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'He was my college chum, 
 High-toned and worth a plum, 
 (His silver mine ran in my mind, 
 No gammon or bravado); 
 He's on a tour a wife to find 
 To take to Colorado. 
 He doesn't want an ancient relic 
 In one that he would marry. 
 But something lovely, half angelic, 
 Just such as you are, Carrie. 
 Society your charms would ring 
 And everybody envy him. 
 
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So cousin dearest mine! 
 Expect us here by nine,' 
 Said I, lingering with a sigh, 
 When some one bowed across the way. 
 It was Oscar Wilde! the esthetic. 
 I saw him smile a sickly sweet 
 As he held his hat in air, 
 At such a ti?ne, it made me stare, 
 He seemed to promenade the street 
 Awaiting my retreat, 
 Whilst 1 within, as 'twere. 
 Determined not to stir. 
 
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* Carrie! ' said I, ' I pray 
 Don't throw yourself away, 
 Don't for a royal-purple scion 
 Take a mere yellow dandelion, 
 You'll admit 'twould be quite silly 
 To consort it with the lily. 
 I have reasons why and wherefore. 
 That you must not, darling, therefore 
 Will you listen in the parlour ? ' 
 Ah! there we talked the matter over ; 
 Said she, ' We met at the DeBrant's, 
 Where he and I the Lanciers danced. 
 He'll make advances, I've no doubt. 
 Unless j^^^^ propose to keep him out.* 
 I did! — for like a bird that's caged, 
 I stayed — we are engaged. 
 
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Pug frisked about in joyous mood, 
 It seemed as if he understood; 
 Her pa and ma assented 
 And thus our spat has ended. 
 I checked Oscar's assumption 
 And just snubbed his presumption. 
 She prefers, now, no other posies 
 To my mignionette and roses; 
 No sunflower or fever-fue, 
 Or Ox-eyed daises with their phew, 
 But her olfactory nerves inhale 
 Selected sweets from Flora's vale. 
 He may regale himself awaiting 
 Noses less discriminating, 
 While my petite 'Chere Cherie' 
 Reciprocates with me. 
 
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Be on the Boulevard at five, 
 For to-day we take a drive, 
 And there within my Phaeton 
 You may see this lovely maiden. 
 Her friends say, and her mother, 
 We were destined for each other. 
 You'll be discreet, in your report, 
 And mention — for perhaps you ought- 
 There's quite a flutter, all declare, 
 In fashion's circles — debonair — 
 From — from the fact no doubt, 
 That, our cards are out." 
 
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Adieu was said, and au revoir, 
 I wished him joy, and, ta ta! 
 
 — John Pennie^ Jr., 
 
 Albany, N. Y. 
 
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HOME. 
 
 BY JOHN PENNIE, JR. 
 
 [ Version of ^^Jlome, Sweet Home *'\ 
 
 Ah! why do I wander so far from my 
 
 home, 
 Dear place where so patient they wait 
 
 till I come, 
 Those precious, those fond ones so 
 
 linked to my lot, 
 Have made it an Eden, a hallowed spot. 
 
 Home, Home! sure 'twas given 
 
 To be like Heaven — resemble Heaven. 
 
 'Twas the care of their welfare, the toil 
 
 of the day, 
 That drew me reluctant from loved ones 
 
 away. 
 But oh! for its harbor, its shelter from 
 
 storm, 
 Where care is excluded, to res: me at 
 
 home. 
 
 Home, Home! sure 'twas given 
 
 To be like Heaven — resemble Heaven. 
 
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There fond arms are open, my pets how 
 
 they cling, 
 And with kisses they hug me tho' 
 
 nothing I bring — 
 I'll bear my load bravely, its burdens to 
 
 come, 
 For love and my kindred expect me at 
 
 home. 
 
 Home, Home! sure 'twas given 
 
 To be like Heaven — resemble Heaven. 
 
 In my wandering forever for them do I 
 
 sigh, 
 In my dreaming oft see them — believe 
 
 they are nigh. 
 Their sweet voices greet me, they seem 
 
 within call 
 To share my confidings, the dearest of 
 
 all. 
 
 Home, Home! sure 'twas given 
 
 To be like Heaven — resemble Heaven. 
 
 Hope mirrors to me their fair faces 
 
 again, 
 In our dwelling contented and thatched 
 
 from the rain. 
 No scene is so tranquil, no bliss like its 
 
 balm, 
 
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That comes in my sadness — sweet vision 
 of home. 
 
 Home, Home! sure 'twas given 
 
 To be like Heaven — resemble Heaven. 
 
 There, sorrows are soothed as by angels 
 above. 
 
 There, are borne my misfortunes with 
 pity and love. 
 
 And a joy to this heart shall its memor- 
 ies be 
 
 For home, thy endearments are precious 
 to me. 
 
 Home, Home! sure 'twas given 
 
 To be like Heaven — resemble Heaven. 
 
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